...
Fang Zhengzhi did not know if he was conscious or not. He only remembered that after he was hit by Yan Xiu, he had a dream. It was a strange dream.
In the dream, he first arrived in his pocket dimension.
However...
Unlike the pocket worlds he had seen before, there were obvious changes in this pocket world. For example, there were patterns on the fruits on the towering tree, and there seemed to be some kind of faint light flashing in the sea.
Of course, the most eye-catching thing was the purple fruit on the tree.
Sparkling and demonic purple light was emitted from the purple fruit. Slowly, it became brighter and brighter, more and more dazzling. In the end, the entire small world turned purple.
The trees were illuminated purple, and the leaves were also bathed in the purple light. Even the boundless sea had a purple light flickering on its surface.
As the purple light grew stronger...
Fang Zhengzhi felt a murderous hatred growing in his heart. He even had an uncontrollable urge to kill. This urge caused his consciousness to become blurry.
In the end …
When he opened his eyes again, he saw an ancient city.
This was an ancient city completely made up of crimson rocks. From a distance, it looked like a giant beast bathed in a bloody light.
There were two words written in red on the walls of the ancient city.
Blood Shadow.
Fang Zhengzhi knew what kind of place the Blood Shadow City was. However, he was curious as to why he would dream of such a place. He had never been there before.
If he had never been there, how could he dream of it?
Alright...
That was not the most important thing. The most important thing was that he saw a sword.
It was a sword that rose from the ground into the sky. From the bottom to the top, it was like a soaring dragon that soared into the sky and roamed beyond the nine heavens. With a world-shaking dragon roar, it enjoyed the freedom of being free from all restraints.
In the end, he looked back at the ground with a kind of domineering arrogance.
As for the name of this sword, it was called …
The Returning Dragon!
...
The purple dragon soared into the sky with a sense of loneliness. It circled in the air and finally turned into a twisted purple light that fell on the head of the middle-aged man who was standing next to Wu Ji.
"Die!"
A bone-chilling voice rang out from within the purple dragon.
The middle-aged man stared at the purple light. He knew that this was from Fang Zhengzhi. He also knew that Fang Zhengzhi was only in the pinnacle Heavenly Reflection State.
This was a sword attack from someone like him.
He should not have cared.
However, when his gaze came into contact with the distorted purple light, he felt a deep sense of fear. It wasn't because the distorted purple light contained the power to destroy the world.
It was because...
The aura within the purple light...
It was a kind of aloofness, a kind of aloofness that came from standing at the peak, a kind of aloofness that came from wielding a sword in the world of mortals, a kind of aloofness that could cut down the stars with a single strike.
The middle-aged man tightened his grip on his sword.
He could not sense the power of this sword, but he had a vague feeling that it was very strong, so strong that he had the urge to dodge it.
However, could he avoid it?
No!
He was the most powerful person in the world.
This was an arrogance that came from the bottom of his heart. It was also a form of pride that came from the bottom of his heart. Especially when he was backed by a figure in a white dress.
There was a crack in his sword. This was the result of blocking Yan Xiu's attack. However, he did not pay much attention to it.
The reason was simple.
He was the reincarnation cycle. Reincarnation represented the most powerful person in the world.
As such, he raised his sword, which glowed with a purple light. Like a bolt of lightning, he charged towards the purple light...
"Boom!"
A deafening clash rang out. The two rays of purple light clashed in the air, tearing at each other as they let out a clear dragon roar.
Silence. Eerie silence.
There was only one sound in the entire world, and that was the high-pitched dragon's roar. However, apart from this sound, there was no other sound.
This was not silence. However, it was more focused than silence.
The 50,000 soldiers of the Great Xia stopped what they were doing. All of them stared at the two rays of purple light. All of the Southern Region soldiers from the Icy Monkey Settlement and Wind Valley stopped as well. All of them stared at the two rays of purple light in the air.
All of the candidates were flushed. They had forgotten to breathe.
The demon elites were flushed as well. They were all powerful people. As such, they could sense the power contained in the two rays of purple light.
The Dragon Protection Squad's swords froze in mid-air. They were all elites who had undergone rigorous training. However, they could not help but stare at the two rays of purple light.
Nangong Hao, Bai Xing, Wu Ji, Yun Qingwu, Xing Qingsui... all of them were staring at the two rays of purple light in the air.
Because...
They all had the same thought in their minds.
How could a cultivator in the pinnacle of the Heavenly Reflection State fight against a cultivator in the Rebirth State? Furthermore, they seemed to be evenly matched.
"Kaboom..."
The roar of the dragon died down. Thunder boomed, followed by torrential rain. Torrential rain the size of beans fell from the sky, bringing with it the frost of winter.
The rain splashed onto the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. Moments later, it began to wash away the blood on the ground, forming small streams on the ground.
The battlefield seemed to have come to a standstill.
Close to 50,000 soldiers of the Great Xia Dynasty and 100,000 soldiers of the Southern Region stood motionlessly at their original positions, allowing the rain to beat on their armor.
It was cold.
However, they could not feel the cold.
The candidates were also drenched in the cold rain. If this was in the past, they would have found a comfortable teahouse to hide from the rain, or a restaurant to drink and sing. Or, at the very least, they would have released their territories to show off their Heavenly Reflection State powers. At the same time, they would have blocked the rain.
But now...
But such a scene did not happen.
All of the scholars, without exception, stood still where they were, allowing the rain to hit their faces, follow their wet hair, and flow into their necks.
"Why is this happening?"
"How is this possible? Why is this happening?"
"Am I dreaming?"
A few small voices rang out in the rain, breaking the roar of the dragon. All that was left was the sound of the rain. It was especially piercing in the silent battlefield.
Then, the silent crowd began to stir.
Close to 50,000 soldiers of the Great Xia Dynasty suddenly raised their spears high up in the air. Almost at the same time, an excited expression appeared on their faces.
Compared to the Great Xia soldiers, the expressions of the Southern Region soldiers were evidently more rigid. This was because their hearts were still filled with the lingering shock of what had just happened.
Xing Qingsui had a complicated expression on his face. However, there was a hint of surprise in his expression. It was almost as if he had seen the sun shining through the clouds.
Nangong Hao gripped the sword in his hand tightly. It was a kind of solemnity, but this solemnity was obviously not from the opponent standing in front of him.
It came from his heart.
"Fang Zhengzhi!" Bai Xing rarely called out another person's name when he was fighting. However, he did it loud and clear.
He did it so coldly.
...
Fang Zhengzhi felt like he was dreaming. He felt that the pocket dimension he saw after he fainted was a dream. The purple light that filled the pocket dimension was also a dream.
As for the Blood Shadow Ancient City in front of him, that was also a dream.
It was precisely because he felt that all of this was a dream that he didn't feel much emotion, apart from the growing killing intent in his heart.
But now...
He felt like the dream was becoming more and more real.
He felt like he was back on the battlefield. He saw Yan Xiu standing in front of him, his body glowing with a red light. Yan Xiu's back was facing him.
Other than Yan Xiu, there were two other middle-aged men staring at him. One of them was wielding a sword that was stained with blood.
Of course, everything he saw was covered by a purple hue. For example, the blood on the ground. He could feel that it was red blood, but in his eyes, it was purple.
Similarly, the faces of the two middle-aged men in front of him were also purple.
Fang Zhengzhi wanted to ask what was going on. Are you guys fighting?
However, when he saw the blood in Yan Xiu's mouth and the red light on his body, he did not ask that question. A strong killing intent had taken over his heart.
Was Yan Xiu injured?
Fang Zhengzhi felt like he was dreaming. However, even if it was a dream, he did not want to see Yan Xiu beaten up like this.
As such, he placed his hand on Yan Xiu's shoulder.
He did not speak, but he knew that his killing intent was being transmitted to Yan Xiu. Furthermore, he could feel that Yan Xiu understood what he meant.
Of course, that was the truth.
Yan Xiu slowly closed his eyes and sat on the ground.
Fang Zhengzhi's gaze returned to the two middle-aged men in front of him. More accurately, he looked at the middle-aged man with the blood-stained sword.
"Kill!" Fang Zhengzhi did not think too much.
After all...
It was just a dream.
Then, he did it. As for the technique, he didn't think too much about it. Because there was only one technique in his mind, and it was the one he saw just now.
The one that split the Blood Shadow Ancient City into two. The one that still left a mark in the Blood Shadow Ancient City.
The purple dragon rose into the sky.
It charged into the sky and turned into a twisted purple.
Fang Zhengzhi felt that this was definitely a dream because he had never thought that he would be able to use this technique. Furthermore, the power of this technique was so immense.
At this moment, a storm began to fall.
The raindrops landed on his face. It was slightly cold, but the purple in front of him did not wash away. Instead, it became more and more intense.
The world turned purple. The storm was also purple.
Was this a dream?
A dream with only purple?
...
Clang! The sword in the middle-aged man's hand fell to the ground. In other words, it was no longer a sword. It was just a hilt without a blade.
As a powerful cultivator in the Rebirth State...
Even if there was a crack on the sword in his hand, it would not be destroyed. That was because his Rebirth Dao would protect the sword in his hand.
However, his sword was broken, broken into powder.
There was only one explanation. His Reincarnation Dao could no longer protect his sword.
The middle-aged man's gaze was somewhat desolate. It was a kind of desolation filled with helplessness. He didn't understand what was happening in front of him, but he knew that some facts couldn't be changed.
"Young Master!" The middle-aged man turned back to look at Yun Qingwu.
In the storm, Yun Qingwu's white dress was blown up by the wind. However, the rain was too heavy, so much so that the white dress was covered in rainwater. As a result, the white dress no longer danced in the wind. Instead, it fell straight to the ground.
Due to the heavy rain, the veil on her face stuck tightly to her face, revealing a face that was extremely beautiful even if one couldn't see it.
The middle-aged man wanted to say something to Yun Qingwu.
However, he realized that Yun Qingwu was not looking at him. Instead, she was looking at a youth standing in front of him.
The middle-aged man suddenly understood. He seemed to have unintentionally sensed Yun Qingwu's thoughts. This feeling came from the veil that was stuck tightly to Yun Qingwu's face due to the rainstorm.
He could see a sense of joy under the veil.
That's right...
It was joy.
The middle-aged man did not know where this joy came from, but he felt that it had something to do with the youth in front of him.
Was it because he did not die?
Or was it because...
He was strong?
The middle-aged man no longer looked at Yun Qingwu. Instead, he looked at Fang Zhengzhi, who was in front of him. He felt that he had to do something.
"Can you tell me the name of that sword?" The middle-aged man looked at Fang Zhengzhi, staring intently at the pair of eyes that were filled with a demonic purple light.
"Name?" Fang Zhengzhi did not know why the person he saw in his dream would ask such a strange question. Since he was just a passerby in his dream, wouldn't he know what he knew?
He did not want to answer.
However, when he heard the middle-aged man's question, the sword flashed across his mind, and he suddenly had the urge to say the name out loud.
Perhaps...
It was a dust-laden memory.
Or perhaps it wanted people to know of his existence.
For some reason, Fang Zhengzhi finally answered the middle-aged man's question. His answer was simple and straightforward.
"This sword is called... Returning Dragon!"
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