Chapter 409: The Sound that Echoes Through Hundreds of Miles (Fourth Update)

The middle-aged man had an incomparably slender figure, his muscles evenly distributed, emanating an obscure yet harmonious charm as if he were one with heaven and earth.

He stood with his hands behind his back, a Samurai Long Sword hanging at his waist. The scabbard bore mottled marks, as though it had weathered the vicissitudes of time.

And the sword's handle was worn to a snowy white.

This Village Demon Sword, a weapon that had shaken the history of Japan, was casually tucked at his waist as the man, with his back to Chen Yuan, faced the horizon and said leisurely,

"This place symbolizes our nation. Even more, it's our country's strategic high point. You and I not only stand at the pinnacle of martial arts in both our countries but also at the zenith of the world."

The middle-aged man spoke Chinese very fluently, indistinguishable to ordinary people that he was Japanese.

Beiye Shanben was born in the late 18th century when almost all upper-class Japanese knew Chinese.