Gongyang Su Wang said, "The strong are those who can conquer themselves, yet He is indeed weak."
"However, I’ve calculated it already, you are all destined to meet, within half a year to a year."
The old Qilin said, "After coming here, leave that Qilin to me."
He swallowed the sugar pill, his eyes a golden color, as if purified from all impurities, a warm and refined texture, he said, "Within fifty days, I will make up for the five hundred years of training He is missing, all in one go."
Gongyang Su Wang burst into loud laughter.
But at this moment, the aged Su Wang suddenly stood up, his body erupting with a powerful presence, Su Wang stared in the distant direction, a tremor in his eyes, the Qilin asked in astonishment, "What’s wrong?"
Su Wang said in a gentle voice, "... the aura of Sword Madman."
"He has entered the Martial World."
The old Qilin said, "Murong Longtu?"
Within the ancient path of Confucianism, the unrivaled Gongyang Su Wang slightly smiled and said, "Yes."
He said softly, "The Heavenly Mandate I’ve been waiting for is also approaching."
"Three measures even, three measures level; we’ve all grown old, and it’s time for us to face the conclusion we ought to have, to truly experience the joy of life. A gentleman takes pleasure in his fate. His coming this time, I fear, is to stir up a storm, to cause even greater waves than before, right?"
"This is an invitation for us."
Gongyang Su Wang extended his hand and smiled, "There aren’t many in the world who can sense such Sword Qi, but among those who can feel this Sword Intent, which one could resist coming out of seclusion?"
"The finale of Sword Madman Murong Longtu."
"How exhilarating, how unrestrained, how magnificent it should be."
"Only that matches the ’Kuang’ he has looked down upon the world with for these two hundred years. How could we not respond to the invitation?"
A Taoist in a Taoist robe, with silver hair cascading down, strolled through the stormy sands alongside a man in green, both as if taking a leisurely walk in a garden, ignoring the herders’ cries and entering the boundless sandstorm that touched the sky.
Suddenly, the two seemed to sense something, their previously intersecting auras colliding.
The harmony disappeared in an instant.
The boundless sandstorm that touched the sky was at this moment torn asunder!
An immeasurable amount of sand thundered down!
The Qingpao Changsheng said, "Sword Madman..."
The Taoist Sect sighed, his voice cool, "Our conflict must pause for now."
He calmly drew back his arm. They looked up and glimpsed in the distance a Sword Intent piercing the sky. Above the firmament, the lights of Niu Star and the stars shone brightly, as if agitated by the Sword Qi. In the daylight, they emitted a resplendent stellar glow, grand and vast.
South Sea · The boundless sea.
A ship hunting whales advanced. It provided material for the Long-burning Lamp for the Emperor of Central State, a transformed ancient warship with soldiers on board. A far-off scent of blood turned the water crimson, and a fisherman suddenly turned pale and shouted, "The Dragon King is on patrol!"
The leading War General said, "What?!"
The fisherman trembled, speaking of a decade-old legend, but the War General didn’t believe it. Yet the waves suddenly grew massive, and in the distance, it seemed a figure was sitting on the water, speeding toward them with incredible velocity.
The War General’s complexion changed drastically.
He saw what was coming!
A gigantic blue Kunpeng, a whale twenty zhang long.
Sixty to seventy meters.
Its fins more than two zhang long, it burst through the water. Suddenly, with a roar, the whale spouted water, a water column soared to the sky. But what frightened the War General even more was the sight of a man sitting atop this tremendous blue whale.
He seemed to be in his thirties or forties, with a scruffy beard.
Using only his Inner Qi as reins.
He was riding this immense Exotic Beast, like a warship, hunting a group of tiger sharks on the South Sea. In the distance, he glimpsed a large group of tiger sharks floating on the sea, the stench of blood filling the air. The man on the whale shouted, "I’ve finally encountered people!!"
"Hey, have you heard of Sword Madman?"
The War General stared at the man on the terrifying Exotic Beast.
Struck dumb with horror, his face turned ashen, he could not speak, responding stiffly:
The man mused to himself, "Don’t know, then the affair has not yet begun."
"Sword Madman enters the Martial World, sending out invitations, how could I be late?"
"It seems, I’m not too late after all."
The War General looked and saw the man with the scruffy beard, indeterminate in age.
But one thing in particular stood out.
A head of silver hair.