The Weixiang River flowed steadily. Under the dawn sky, a tall figure leaning on a sword arrived by boat. The background was filled with the melodious and pleasing sound of a zither.
The natives of Great Zhou had never seen such an entrance with its background music and were momentarily stunned. They squinted, trying to make out the man’s features in the interplay of light and shadow at dawn.
Just then, a ray of morning light shone upon the man at the bow, illuminating his masculine and handsome face.
“It’s Xu Yinluo!”
Finally able to see clearly, the nearby commoners called out.
“Is he also here to watch the battle? As expected of Xu Yinluo, his entrance is different from these brutes.”
Although the jianghu martial artists’ comments earlier had made them angry and disappointed, many commoners hadn’t lost their admiration.
“That dog slave has finally arrived.”
Lin’an stood on tiptoe, raising her chin to look into the distance, grumbling, “He just loves to show off, he’s already stolen the spotlight from the two protagonists. Huaiqing, quickly call him over.”
As a princess, she certainly wouldn’t shout herself, so Lin’an passed this task to Huaiqing.
Huaiqing frowned slightly, gazing at Xu Qian An as he slowly approached the bow. She was somewhat puzzled.
Although Xu Ningyan was a person of high spirits, it was usually limited to times when he had no choice but to act. For example, during the imperial examination cheating case, or the Buddhist duel, and so on.
The protagonists of this Heaven-Human Duel were Chu Yuanzhen and Li Miaozhen, it had nothing to do with him. Logically, given his personality, he should be standing beside her and Lin’an right now, or beside other women, watching the excitement with a grin.
“Hey, this kid’s got a new trick. Arriving by boat, accompanied by zither music. Such a peculiar entrance, effortlessly overshadowing Chu Yuanzhen and Li Miaozhen,” Jiang Luzhong said with a laugh, shaking his head. He joked, “If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was here to participate in the Heaven-Human Duel.”
If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was the protagonist of the Heaven-Human Duel… The King’s Consort stood on tiptoe, gazing at the man standing proudly on the boat in the distance, inwardly grumbling.
She really disliked this Xu Qian An. He was flirtatious and lustful and would take any woman he could get. His actions were also flamboyant and domineering, knowing nothing of moderation and restraint.
In the crowd, Xu Xinnian’s face was slightly stunned. He quickly coughed and explained in a low voice, “My elder brother, um, he likes to play around, still childish at heart…”
In his view, his brother’s high-profile entrance was embarrassing and shameful. A spectator should act like a spectator. Even though he was the center of attention now, the more high-profile he was now, the more embarrassing it would be when he had to slink back into the crowd later.
Just then, a deep recitation spread throughout the venue, drowning out the noisy discussions.
“Sword in hand, I cross the Weixiang River by boat, not for vengeance, not for favor.”
Oh? Xu Yinluo is about to recite poetry again. Is this to add to the excitement of the Heaven-Human Duel? No wonder he came by boat. Many people looked enlightened.
In the crowd, the most excited were the scholars. That’s right, how could a once-in-sixty-years Heaven-Human Duel not have poetry to add to the atmosphere? Xu the Poetry Sage had such a thoughtful mind.
Xu Ningyan was here to present a poem. Not bad… Chu Yuanzhen, as a scholar, nodded slightly.
Reciting some lousy poem, disturbing our fight… Li Miaozhen complained inwardly, but her face showed a faint smile, knowing that Xu Ningyan, as a fellow member of the Heaven and Earth Society, was here to add to the excitement of the Heaven-Human Duel.
Xu Qian An swept his gaze over the watching crowd and continued to recite: “Claiming countless battles without drawing blade, born with eyes that scorn all heroes.”
Claiming countless battles without drawing a blade, born with eyes that scorn all heroes… Hearing this, Chu Yuanzhen inwardly snorted. This line of Xu Ningyan’s poem seemed to be flattering, but as a scholar, he found it pleasing and appreciated it.
Li Miaozhen, however, felt that this line was written for her, quite fitting with her experience of suppressing bandits in Yunzhou.
The Poetry Sage’s poems, as always, were full of imposing spirit.
People recalled the scene during the duel when he recited a poem with each step as he entered the Buddhist realm, each line a rare gem that made one’s blood boil.
Just as everyone’s thoughts were surging, Xu Qian An suddenly changed his tone, with a mix of indignation and arrogance, loudly proclaiming:
“Forced to watch as youngsters become new nobles, angrily I ascend the arena to strike again.”
The zither music matched his mood, suddenly becoming high and intense, as if piercing through gold and stone, like the drums before battle, like the bugle call to arms.
Chu Yuanzhen’s expression instantly froze, his eyes widening as he stared at Xu Qian An.
Li Miaozhen, with her slightly lower cultural level, took a few seconds to taste the meaning. Her face was full of shock, suspecting that she had misheard, or that Xu Qian An had recited incorrectly.
She instinctively glanced at the spectators on both banks, finding that many people also showed expressions of shock and confusion.
Forced to watch as youngsters become new nobles, angrily I ascend the arena to strike again… The meaning of this line was: I’ve been watching these two greenhorns steal the limelight, becoming new nobles in everyone’s eyes. Discontented, I plan to teach them a lesson.
How outrageous!
Li Miaozhen was furious inside. This guy wasn’t here to add to the excitement, he was here to provoke.
The zither music grew increasingly intense, gradually climbing to its peak. With a piercing “zheng” sound, Xu Qian An spoke firmly, as if with unparalleled confidence:
“One sword cleaves open the path of life and death, two hands subdue both Heaven and Man.”
“Wow…”
The clamor could no longer be suppressed. The crowd of heroes whispered to each other, verifying through mutual discussion the meaning they had grasped from the poem.
“Xu Yinluo wants to intervene? He wants to interfere in the Heaven-Human Duel, challenging the young experts of both Heaven and Human factions?”
“Two hands subdue both Heaven and Man… Even someone illiterate like me understands the meaning of the poem now, it couldn’t be more obvious.”
In an instant, many jianghu martial artists felt a tingling sensation rush to their scalps, excited by this sudden change.
“Xu Yinluo is going to fight, that’s great! Let those jianghu martial artists who looked down on him see that our hero of Great Zhou is invincible.”
Learning that Xu Yinluo was going to participate in the Heaven-Human Duel, the common people were first surprised, then began to shout with full confidence, supporting Xu Yinluo’s participation in the Heaven-Human Duel to defeat the young experts of the Dao sects.
To severely slap the faces of those jianghu martial artists who didn’t think highly of him.
Besides this, they also hoped that Xu Yinluo could prove himself, dispel their earlier “doubts” about him, and strengthen their faith.
This sentiment was easy to understand. In the era Xu Qian An was familiar with, it would be called a fan mentality.
When an idol faces doubt, constantly being slapped in the face by emerging experts, the fans (the capital’s commoners) become very angry but powerless to refute, only able to spout fragrant words or throw stones.
“Father, didn’t you say that the power Xu Qian An displayed during the duel was secretly assisted by the Supervisor?” Lan Caiyi looked at her father, asking softly.
“I only said it was suspected, but whether or not it was the Supervisor’s doing, Xu Qian An alone couldn’t have struck those two blows in the duel. He’s only a seventh-rank martial artist… After obtaining the Vajra Invincibility, he might have sixth-rank cultivation. There’s still a huge gap between him and the two protagonists of the Heaven-Human Duel,” Lan Huan said calmly.
This… Where does his confidence come from to want to suppress both Heaven and Human factions? Has his path been too smooth, making him arrogant? Lan Caiyi, the Butterfly Sword, secretly guessed.
She then glanced at the shouting crowd, thinking: The more enthusiastic you are now, the more disappointed you’ll be later.
That dog slave’s appearance is so pleasing, talented, and handsome, worthy of my promotion… Lin’an was satisfied as she watched and listened until the poem was finished when she suddenly realized something was wrong.
Was the dog slave going to interfere in the Heaven-Human Duel, contending with the two protagonists?
Lin’an’s eyes widened slightly, and then she quickly turned her head, consulting Huaiqing beside her: “Is… is the dog slave going to fight with them?”
There was a surprise in Huaiqing’s eyes, along with an “as expected” realization. She calmly asked back, “What else?”
“But he’s only sixth rank. Could it be… Chu Yuanzhen and Li Miaozhen aren’t fourth ranks?” Lin’an’s heart leaped with joy.
If that were the case, then the dog slave might have a chance of winning.
“No, Your Highness. Chu Yuanzhen and Li Miaozhen are both genuine fourth-rank experts,” Jiang Luzhong said gravely.
The Gold Gongs nodded.
The escalating momentum earlier had given them a glimpse of the level of the two Heaven-Human Duel protagonists.
“Then, then he…” Lin’an couldn’t understand, and could only seek the opinion of the “professionals.”
Nangong Qianrou snorted coldly, speaking first: “Xu Qian An absolutely cannot be their match.”
Yang Yan nodded slowly: “He might have other intentions.”
The other Gold Gongs didn’t speak, but their attitude was consistent with Nangong Qianrou’s. They clearly remembered that Xu Qian An was a “special recruitment” member, and when he joined the Nightwatchmen, his cultivation was at the peak of Refining Essence.
The minimum standard for Bronze Gongs was the Qi Condensation realm.
In less than a year, if Xu Qian An could contend with the two protagonists, it would mean he could also compete with them, which was impossible.
He might be able to in the future, but not now.
If such a thing happened, they would cut off their heads and use them as footballs.
Among the Nightwatchmen, Li Yuchun, Song Tingfeng, and Zhu Guangxiao felt a sense of unreality, believing the world to be illusory and irrational.
Back then… last year, that little Bronze Gong, when did he grow to the point where he could contend with fourth-rank experts?
The veiled King’s Consort turned her head to look at Chu Xianglong beside her, asking in a calm tone: “What are the chances of Xu Yinluo winning?”
Under the veil, her expression was far from as calm as her tone, her beautiful eyes staring intently at Chu Xianglong.
Chu Xianglong snorted and said: “No chance at all. Although he has cultivated the Vajra Divine Skill, his rank is still what it is. He might be stronger than an ordinary sixth-rank, perhaps even comparable to a fifth-rank, but in the eyes of a fourth-rank martial artist, he’s not worth mentioning.
“Heh, the King’s Consort need not doubt. The gap between fifth-rank and fourth-rank is an unbridgeable chasm.”
The King’s Consort believed his words and nodded slightly.
By this time, the black-awning boat had drifted closer, less than three zhang away from the two protagonists.
Chu Yuanzhen said in a deep voice: “Lord Xu, this is a matter between my Human Faction and the Heaven Faction, it has nothing to do with you. Don’t interfere rashly and invite trouble for yourself.”
He was subtly warning Xu Qian An.
Li Miaozhen remained silent, secretly transmitting a message: “You fool, get out of the way. This is not a place for you to make mischief. I know Elder Golden Lotus instigated you to interfere, but leaving that aside, just considering your current strength, do you think you can participate in the duel between me and Chu Yuanzhen?
“Don’t think that because you fought evenly with me last time, you can contend with me. I wasn’t even using my full strength.”
“How do you know I was using my full strength?” Xu Qian An responded via transmission, then ignored Li Miaozhen’s puffed-up expression and said loudly:
“The Heaven-Human Duel is a grand event in the jianghu. Both of you are outstanding among our peers. I, though unworthy, also wish to participate in this exchange to hone my martial way.”
He paused, gathering qi in his dantian to make his voice roll like thunder: “I, Xu, hereby challenge the Human Faction’s nominal disciple Chu Yuanzhen and the Heaven Faction’s Holy Maiden Li Miaozhen. If you two can defeat me, you may proceed with the Heaven-Human Duel as scheduled.
“If you can’t beat me, heh, you might as well go back and cultivate for a few more years. Of course, you two can also choose not to accept my challenge. After all, given my far-reaching reputation, it’s understandable if you’re intimidated.”
Chu Yuanzhen and Li Miaozhen widened their eyes, thinking this guy must have gone mad to try to step on them to rise.
Scholar Chu glanced at the crowd on both banks and transmitted: “What should we do?”
At this point, anyone who cared about their reputation couldn’t possibly refuse. Moreover, they represented the Heaven and Human Factions.
“Accept his challenge, then kick him out,” Li Miaozhen transmitted back, snorting, “I’ve been wanting a chance to teach him a lesson anyway.”
Although it would cause him to lose face completely, this was all Xu Ningyan’s own doing.
Having agreed, the two protagonists nodded simultaneously and responded loudly: “Very well, then let us see Xu Yinluo’s skills.”
Xu Qian An smiled brilliantly, stepped off the bow, and landed gracefully on the shore.
Three auras rose in unison, colliding with each other, turning into gusts of wind that swept up the clothes of distant spectators.
The black-awning boat drifted away, three zhang, five zhang, ten zhang, twenty zhang… From the cabin, Fuxiang’s pretty face peeked out, smiling and waving goodbye.
Suddenly, Chu Yuanzhen made his move. His fingertip touched the river surface, his qi manipulating it. With a “boom,” a water column over ten zhang high erupted from the Weixiang River.
The water droplets didn’t fall back down but transformed into countless tiny swords, raining down on Xu Qian An like facing thousands of troops, a myriad of arrows shooting at once.
From the very start, it was a divine technique.
The crowd of heroes watched, dazzled and heart-pounding, because if they were in that position, they would be shattered to pieces by this “rain of arrows.”
Xu Qian An didn’t dodge. He clasped his hands together and raised them above his head.
Hum… A faint golden circular barrier suddenly expanded. The dense rain of swords shattered against the barrier, splashing into a misty spray.
This was the change brought about by Xu Qian An’s Vajra Divine Skill approaching small completion. At this stage, the Vajra Divine Skill could generate a protective barrier, no longer relying solely on the physical body to withstand attacks.
Of course, the barrier’s defense was slightly weaker than the body itself. Only after reaching small completion would the barrier be equivalent to the physical body.
Such a powerful defense… Not only Chu Yuanzhen and Li Miaozhen but also the watching jianghu experts and Gold Gongs were shocked by the powerful Golden Body Xu Qian An displayed.
Especially the golden barrier, which was a divine ability that even Monk Jingsi didn’t possess back then.
That’s right, this is the Vajra Divine Skill, he didn’t lie to me… Chu Xianglong suddenly became excited. He recognized Xu Qian An’s posture because when he had practiced the Vajra Divine Skill, he had seen the same posture in the flashing images.
After Chu Xianglong’s failed cultivation attempt that shattered his meridians, he suspected that Xu Qian An had tricked him with a fake divine skill.
However, Chu Xianglong had no evidence, and he had never seen the Vajra Divine Skill before, so he couldn’t make a strong comparison. Moreover, he didn’t believe Xu Qian An would dare to deceive even him.
Now seeing the familiar posture, his guess leaned towards the Vajra Divine Skill being difficult to cultivate, and that without a foundation in Buddhist methods, he had suffered a backlash from the divine skill.
Chu Yuanzhen extended his hand, pressed down, then slowly “pulled out,” and a giant sword three zhang long, made of water, rose from the turbulent river surface.
The giant sword slowly raised its tip, pointing at Xu Qian An.
Chu Yuanzhen’s green robe billowed, and his sword finger thrust forward forcefully.
The giant sword howled as it flew, slamming hard against the golden barrier. The sound of water crashed like muffled thunder, and the barrier shook violently.
At this moment, Li Miaozhen’s pupils transformed into semi-transparent crystals, filled with coldness.
“Ding!”
The sword at Xu Qian An’s waist automatically unsheathed itself, slashing at the barrier, working in concert with the giant sword. In an instant, they broke through the Vajra Divine Skill’s protective barrier.
The giant sword carried Xu Qian An dozens of zhang away. Xu Qian An tumbled, falling into a sorry state.
The two had joined forces to break the protective barrier.
The commoners were stunned. The imposing Xu Yinluo had just made his entrance, only to end up in such a sorry state. They couldn’t help but start to believe what the jianghu martial artists had said.
The seventh-rank Xu Yinluo had a significant gap with the two protagonists of the Heaven-Human Duel.
“Such a strong protective Golden Body, it required the two of them working together to break it,” the Double Saber female warrior Liu Yun narrowed her eyes, saying in surprise.
Although she didn’t know why Xu Yinluo’s sword had “betrayed” him, she could see that Li Miaozhen and Chu Yuanzhen had to work together to break his barrier.
“But he’s still far from their level,” the Double Saber Sect leader shook his head.
Being able to take a beating wasn’t a real skill, at most it just meant he could hold out longer. Xu Yinluo lacked the means to achieve victory.
Lin’an’s gaze had been following Xu Qian An the whole time. Seeing that although he was in a sorry state, he was unharmed, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief and secretly cheered for him in her heart.
In midair, Li Miaozhen and Chu Yuanzhen engaged in intense combat. Neither of them tried to break through Xu Qian An’s Golden Body again, as it was too difficult.
Breaking the barrier required a clever trick, but to break the Golden Body, Xu Qian An didn’t have a sword inside his body to assist from within.
They planned to wear him down gradually, occasionally attacking Xu Qian An between their exchanges, slowly chipping away at his Golden Body.
“Was that just now the Heaven Faction’s ‘Heaven-Human Unity’ mental technique? Impressive, it’s hard to guard against,” Chu Yuanzhen asked with great interest.
“The Human Faction’s swordsmanship is not bad either,” Li Miaozhen said flatly.
“There’s something even better.”
Chu Yuanzhen let out a low shout, raising his arm with his sword finger pointing to the sky.
In an instant, the jianghu martial artists present felt their weapons begin to tremble, growing more and more violent. Suddenly, they all left their owners’ hands at once, soaring into the sky, swarming towards Chu Yuanzhen in groups.
Hundreds of weapons floated in the air, forming a formation, creating a spectacular scene.
The jianghu martial artists who had lost their weapons were not angry; instead, they showed excited expressions, as thrilled as 200-jin children.
“Phew… I almost lost you.”
Young Master Liu’s master exerted all his strength to keep the magical artifact from the Department of Celestial Observation, preventing it from being forcibly taken by Chu Yuanzhen.
“Phew…” Seeing this, Young Master Liu also breathed a sigh of relief.
Chu Yuanzhen’s sword finger moved, controlling the “sword formation” composed of numerous weapons as it wove through the air. Suddenly, they turned sharply downward, “ding ding ding” striking a certain Silver Gong, knocking him down again in a sorry state.
Damn it, you think I’m a pushover? Want me to reveal the weakness of your formation?… Xu Qian An was somewhat angry.
He had encountered this move before when they had fought in Luo Yuheng’s courtyard. Chu Yuanzhen had used this formation then, and its weakness was that it only needed to be struck with the Heart Sword technique to disrupt its “rhythm.”
However, Li Miaozhen didn’t know the Human Faction’s Heart Sword, so she couldn’t use this method to break it.
After striking Xu Qian An, Chu Yuanzhen manipulated the flying sword formation to envelop Li Miaozhen. But traitors appeared within the sword formation, with some weapons suddenly turning their edges to strike their “comrades.”
The two groups of weapons fought fiercely in midair.
“Clang!”
Xu Qian An’s sword unsheathed. He soared into the sky, slashing towards Chu Yuanzhen, fiercely inserting himself into the battle.
At this moment, the two groups of flying swords seemed to reach an unspoken agreement, simultaneously turning to clash and shoot towards Xu Qian An.
With “bang bang” sounds, weapons shattered one after another, while golden paint splashed off Xu Qian An’s body. The golden paint peeled off, revealing normal skin, but was instantly covered by a new layer of golden paint.
Good hit… Xu Qian An thought as he clumsily defended himself while urging his potential, making the golden paint continuously cover his body.
He needed battles like this to temper his Golden Body, just like forging iron. Every heavy blow would make him more pure.
Xu Qian An, having missed with his slash, inevitably fell, becoming a living target. Hundreds of weapons shattered completely, turning him into an ancient Buddha statue mottled with golden paint.
Li Miaozhen seized the opportunity, her pupils once again turning crystalline, emotions fading away, filled with coldness.
The black gold long sword in Xu Qian An’s hand betrayed him again, leaving its master’s hand and fiercely slashing at his chest. This strike finally broke through the Golden Body, cutting a deep, bone-deep wound.
Man and sword fell into the river together.
Splash… water splashed up.
“That strike is enough for him to suffer, but it won’t endanger his life,” Li Miaozhen explained.
“That’s good, let him learn a lesson. It’s better than the Heaven Faction ordering you to kill him,” Chu Yuanzhen nodded.
With no more concerns, the two fully displayed their abilities, engaging in intense combat in midair. Sometimes sword qi crisscrossed, and sometimes water dragons soared through the air, fighting evenly.
…
“Xu, Xu Yinluo was defeated?”
The watching commoners found it hard to accept this fact, unable to accept that Xu Qian An had been defeated so quickly.
Great disappointment swept over them. They finally realized that the Xu Yinluo they had worshipped and praised was no match for the two protagonists of the Heaven-Human Duel.
“He shouldn’t have been like this, right? How powerful were those two slashes he made during the duel? Why didn’t he use them just now?”
“I heard, heard that during the duel, it was the Supervisor helping him?”
… They looked at each other, unable to find words to refute.
“Better than I imagined,” Jiang Luzhong praised.
The Gold Gongs nodded. To hold out for so long under the full-force attacks of two fourth-rank experts was already very commendable. The strength of Xu Ningyan’s physical defense was only slightly inferior to theirs as fourth-rank experts.
The gap between the sixth-rank and the fourth-rank is too big. He’s already very impressive… Huaiqing looked at the river surface, sighing silently.
“The dog slave won’t be in danger, right?” Lin’an asked worriedly.
“He’s a sixth-rank martial artist after all, that little injury is nothing,” Huaiqing comforted her. After thinking for a moment, she added: “This is already very good. The vast majority of sixth-rank experts couldn’t reach his level.”
“Mm,” Lin’an nodded, still feeling a little disappointed. Who doesn’t hope that the man they admire is a one-in-a-million hero?
For top-tier jianghu experts with profound cultivation, such as Lan Caiyi the Butterfly Sword, and Liu Yun the Double Saber female warrior, this outcome was not surprising.
After Xu Qian An’s sudden rise to fame in the duel, his background and information would naturally be inquired about and collected. His true level of cultivation was easy to analyze or even directly inquire about.
How could a seventh-rank warrior contend against two fourth-rank experts? Being able to hold out until now was already very commendable.
His talent is very good. In a few more years, breaking through to the fourth rank is inevitable, but now, he’s not yet able to contend with the outstanding disciples of Heaven and Human Factions… Miss Rongrong from Wanhua Tower thought to herself.
“Recklessly showing off!” the King’s Consort spat, speaking in a voice as thin as a mosquito’s buzz.
Chu Xianglong was stunned, frowning slightly: “What did you say?”
The King’s Consort said flatly: “It’s none of your business.”
Chu Xianglong wisely remained silent.
Xu Xinnian instinctively ran forward a few steps, wanting to go to the riverbank to fish out his elder brother, but then reason overcame emotion, and he sighed helplessly.
With his brother’s cultivation, this level of injury shouldn’t threaten his life… Even though his strength isn’t enough, he still likes to show off. All the fame gained in the duel, was lost in an instant.
Xu Xinnian silently cursed his elder brother for being foolish, his gaze fixed on the river’s surface. As soon as his brother emerged, he would take him back to the capital to get medicine from the Department of Celestial Observation.
…
In the dark riverbed, with surging undercurrents, Xu Qian An adjusted his posture in the water, sitting cross-legged in meditation, his hands clasped over his dantian.
Crimson blood seeped from the sword wound on his chest, diffusing in the pitch-black water.
At this moment, he felt his blood boiling, every meridian producing a burning sensation. This feeling had occurred when he had taken the Azure Pills, and now, that drug power scattered throughout his body, mixed with the residual blood essence of Monk Shenshu, was all boiling up at once.
The wound healed rapidly. A point of golden paint lit up between his eyebrows, quickly covering his entire body. The golden paint emitted an intense light, illuminating the black bottom. Xu Qian An seemed like a human form solidified from pure golden light.
“Such powerful strength, I’m going to go out and dazzle their dog eyes…”
His feet kicked off, the murky water churning like ink. The brilliantly golden Xu Qian An shot out like an arrow.
Outside, Chu Yuanzhen and Li Miaozhen, who were in the heat of battle, simultaneously stopped fighting. The two pulled apart, looking down at the river surface with surprise and uncertainty.
“Why did they stop fighting?”
The watching crowd was engrossed and filled with confusion at their sudden cessation.
Meanwhile, the Gold Gongs among the Nightwatchmen and strong experts like Lan Huan among the jianghu martial artists seemed to sense something, all turning their gazes towards the river surface.
They saw a faint golden light appearing in the river, rapidly expanding, illuminating the river water as if it were golden soup.
“Boom!”
A towering water column erupted from the river’s surface. A beam of golden light broke through the water, even more dazzling than the sun, causing the crowd to squint.
That figure burst out of the waves, heavily crashing onto the riverbank, scattered stones flying like hidden weapons.
On both banks of the Weixiang River, everyone’s gaze fell upon him.
The golden light receded. Xu Qian An stretched his waist, slowly saying: “Let me stretch first…”