Jiang Wang couldn't explain why he suddenly made the decision to put down the joy of gathering with Jiang An 'an in Cloud City, to put down the beauty of the lively atmosphere, and to travel thousands of miles alone …
To come to Xin 'an City.
In the Maple Forest Dead Zone, in Jiujiang City, he kept telling himself that revenge needed a long time of suffering.
Dong A, Du Ruhui, Zhuang Gaoxian, they were at the top of the Zhuang State and held great power. Their cultivations were strong, and it was not easy to deal with them.
There were countless reasons to stop him from coming here.
But there was only one reason that forced him to come —
Because of hatred.
Because of unforgettable hatred.
Hatred gnawed at his heart every moment. He couldn't forgive, let go, and let go.
Zhuang Gaoxian fought with all his might, shocking the Western Region and attracting the attention of countless people.
But he only saw Dong A alone in the rear.
Zhuang Gaoxian was a Perfected Person, and Du Ruhui had the Distance Between Us. When would they have no time to care about the Vice Minister of the Zhuang State?
Only in a war that concerned the fate of the country.
Such an opportunity was hard to come by.
Jiang Wang chose to follow his heart.
He didn't tell anyone. He didn't tell An 'an, nor did he tell Ye Qingyu. Not only because he promised Ye Lingxiao that he wouldn't involve the Cabinet of Cloud.
When it came to revenge, he was alone.
He bore all the hardships and pain alone.
With the help of the Invisibility Cloak, he came and went freely in the Wenhua Pavilion. Enough hatred gave him enough patience. He waited patiently for an opportunity, waiting for the moment when Dong A was alone.
It was the first time he observed Dong A from such an angle. He observed the only teacher he acknowledged for so long.
He waited for Dong A to deal with official business, for Dong A to teach Li Jianqiu, and for Dong A to leave the Wenhua Pavilion …
Yin Guan's Invisibility Cloak shouldn't be seen through. But in the process of moving, it was inevitable that he would reveal flaws. Dong A probably found him at that time.
It didn't matter.
When they were alone, Jiang Wang didn't intend to hide.
He didn't want Dong A not to know why he died and who killed him when he killed him.
Now, on this New Year's Eve, on this long street in the dark night.
After a year, he finally saw Dong A again.
The city beneath his feet was a place he had once yearned for. There were countless nights in the Daoist Academy in the city. Of course, he had imagined that he would one day succeed in his cultivation. Internally, he would be in the imperial court, managing the affairs of the nation. Externally, he would be in charge of a region, benefiting the people.
Of course, he had also imagined how majestic he would look when he wore the Zhuang Nation's official uniform …
Those young, frivolous, high-spirited …
Those fantasies were all shattered.
Broken into pieces in that messy nightmare.
It was the naivety of waking up in the middle of the night countless times and never returning!
This was his first time in Xin 'an City, and it was completely different from what he had imagined.
But this was reality. This was the cruel part of life.
Jiang Wang had already learned to face it.
Therefore, he held his sword with a steady hand and a calm expression as he stared at Dong Ah.
Dong A still had that unsmiling look on his face. He was resolute and solemn, as if nothing could move him. There was no factor that could change his attitude.
"That's right. It's been a long time. "Dong A said.
The clouds were getting thicker and thicker, and the moon was already far away. In the dark night, not a single star could be seen.
It was going to rain. Jiang Wang thought.
There was no need for any other words. Jiang Wang knew why he was here, and Dong A knew why he was here.
Therefore, they moved forward.
The two of them greeted each other at the two ends of the long street. Then, they took a step forward at the same time.
The air was broken.
They began to run.
Their bodies were so fast that they left afterimages.
Their feet stepped on the floor tiles, creating small pits.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The consecutive sounds were so dense that it seemed as if there was only one sound.
The force of the rebound and the force of the forward movement kept overlapping. In less than a breath's time, the two of them had already collided!
Fist against fist, and their eyes stared at each other.
In Dong A's eyes, Jiang Wang did not see any emotion, only seriousness.
In Jiang Wang's eyes, Dong A only saw blood-red hatred.
The two of them stopped in the middle of the long street. Behind them, the floor tiles cracked one by one, and long cracks spread on both sides. Only the place where they stood was still intact.
The True Samadhi Fire jumped out and jumped onto Dong A's fist.
Dong A waved his hand casually, but the flame did not extinguish. Instead, it had already burned half of his fist!
His left hand slashed down like a knife, directly cutting off his right arm.
The True Samadhi Fire on this arm was still stubbornly spreading on the ground.
And Dong A's severed arm quickly grew granulation, expanded, grew, and recovered to its original state.
As soon as they clashed, both of them had already used their supernatural powers!
Whoosh!
A dazzling sword light shone.
There was no moon tonight, but it became a bright moon.
It was not the moon in the sky, but the moon in the human world.
The sword light scattered into moonlight, incomparably soft but inescapable!
Before this, Jiang Wang had never used this sword. When he saw Dong A, this sword naturally emerged in his heart.
This sword was called Yearning.
Everyone knew the moon, and everyone missed it.
But Jiang Wang's sword was not a lover's yearning to the bone, but endless hatred. It was like the bright moon since ancient times, and it would not rest until death!
Countless nights, he looked up at the bright moon, but what he saw was Dong A's throat.
Hatred grew on countless nights, and he could not find a moment of peace.
Ling He, Zhao Rucheng, Zhao Lang, Wei Yan, Huang Azhan, Tang Dun, Xiao Tiemian … those people in Maplewood City did not have to die!
He had once trusted him. He had once respected and revered Dong A. This sword contained all his emotions and all his words.
He had thought for too long about killing his master with a disciple!
The more he respected in the past, the more he hated later.
This was the "yearning" of the sword Yearning.
When he saw this sword, Dong A had already felt all the pain and suffering in Jiang Wang's heart. There was no need for words. It was all in this sword.
Jiang Wang not only hated Dong A, but he also hated himself. He hated himself for believing in the wrong person, for not being able to save Maplewood City, where he grew up, and for letting his hometown become a dead place forever.
He hated others and hated himself. This hatred weighed heavily on Jiang Wang's heart. It made him unable to be happy, unable to relax, and accumulated depression for the rest of his life!
This was an extremely stunning sword, but also an extremely heavy sword.
Facing this sword, Dong A wiped his right hand and pulled out an iron ruler.
This ruler was upright, solemn, and dignified.
One side was black, and the other side was white. The two sides were clearly separated, and the boundaries were strict.
This was the Double Boundary Ruler, which was raised by the criminal authority of the Zhuang State. It was the famous weapon of the country.
It determined good and evil, right and wrong, distinguished the clear from the turbid, and judged life and death.
The iron ruler stood upright like a sharp blade, blocking the sword light that was like the bright moon.
It also issued a question, interrogating his heart.
Was it right to commit murder on the street?
Was it right to murder an old friend?
Was it right to kill his master with a disciple?
The ruler resisted the sword, and Dong A's left hand opened wide and pressed to the ground.
Throughout the long street, tree buds constantly drilled out of the ground, smashed the floor tiles, and rapidly grew and expanded. All the wooden products, carts, and shelves scattered on the long street … except for the doors and windows of the houses on both sides that were deliberately avoided, everything made of wood had already changed.
Giant trees broke out of the ground, and thorns danced wildly.
In just an instant.
This world became a prison cell, and it was green like a cage.
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