Thump, thump, thump!
Outside the small courtyard, a series of knocks could be heard.
"Come in!"
The city lord of Asura City was still earnestly wiping the iron sword in his hand while speaking without raising his head.
Soon, with a creak, the door of the courtyard was pushed open.
A beautiful woman walked in with a fairy-like little girl hidden behind her. The little girl was quite young, around seven or eight years old. She looked as if she was carved from jade, and her large eyes were timidly staring at the city lord of Asura City. Her rosy little face was hidden behind the woman, and she seemed to be somewhat afraid of the city lord.
"Changwu, there are many people outside? They … "The woman's sandalwood lips parted slightly, and her words were filled with hesitation. She looked at the silver-haired middle-aged man in front of her with a worried expression.
"Don't pay attention to them!"
The silver-haired middle-aged man shook his head. "I, Jing Zhangwu, am leaving, and I don't know whether I will live or die. If I die, they will definitely choose to surrender!
"They only want to sound me out. If it was before, they would have impatiently come to inquire, but now that I have become a Divine, they don't dare to be impudent and can only beat around the bush!
"They are all vile characters!"
The 'they' mentioned by the silver-haired middle-aged man was the high-ranking officers, clans, and other powers of Asura City.
These people's powers had taken root in Asura City and had developed for countless years. The relationships among them were tangled and involved too many people. Therefore, the successive city lords of Asura City had turned a blind eye to their management. As long as they didn't cause any trouble, they wouldn't pay attention to them.
But now, with life and death looming over their heads, these people naturally couldn't hold themselves back.
"Father, you will definitely win, right?"
The little girl behind the woman timidly asked.
"Xing Yue!" Jing Zhangwu looked at the little girl, his only descendant, and a hint of gentleness flashed through his eyes.
He looked at his daughter's eyes and saw how timid she was, and a faint sense of guilt rose in his heart. He had been too strict with his daughter, and even now, she was still afraid of him. When he thought of this, a hint of sadness appeared in his heart.
"Xing Yue, come here!"
Jing Zhangwu put down the iron sword in his hand and beckoned to the little girl.
"Father …" The little girl was somewhat hesitant.
When the woman saw this, she stroked the little girl's hair and gently said, "Xing Yue, go to your father's side!"
"Yes, Mother!"
The little girl nodded and slowly walked to Jing Zhangwu's side.
Jing Zhangwu slowly hugged the little girl and kissed her on the forehead. Then he looked into her eyes and said, "All these years, I've always wanted you to become the next heir of the Jing Clan, but I neglected your feelings. It's my fault!"
"Are you willing to accept your father's apology?"
"Father!" The little girl was stunned. This was very different from her impression of her father, who had always been strict with her cultivation. For a moment, she couldn't wrap her head around it.
"Father will definitely come back. After he comes back, he will take our Little Xingyue to the Broken Cloud Mountains to see the sea of clouds, and to the shore of the East Sea to see the tides …"
Just as the little girl was feeling her father's protection, Jing Zhangwu suddenly pointed at her glabella. Suddenly, the little girl's body tilted and fainted in his arms.
"Chang Wu, what did you do?" The woman was shocked.
"Yun Jin, Xingyue is fine. She just fainted!" Jing Zhangwu said to the woman. As he spoke, he slowly stroked the little girl's forehead and whispered to himself, "I passed on my cultivation path to her, from Body Tempering to Divine Holiness. I let her inherit everything from me!"
"After I die, she will be the only heir of the Jing Clan!
"Remember, if I die in battle, take Xingyue and leave this place. Leave Asura City. Find a place where nobody can see you and live there peacefully. Never come back!"
"Chang Wu …" The woman's face was covered with tears.
…
What was going to happen would happen.
Jing Zhangwu carried his iron sword on his back and flew out of the city lord's mansion. He directly flew in the direction of the fat man and the woman.
From the moment he left, he had been determined to win, but also to die. After all, he was fighting one against two, and he was a new Holiness. He didn't have the slightest advantage, and he didn't have the slightest chance of winning.
If it had been an ordinary Holiness, he probably wouldn't have gone.
But he would.
A ray of light streaked across the sky, and Jing Zhangwu's figure appeared in front of the fat man and the woman.
He had a head full of silver hair, and his face looked as if it had been carved by a knife. His eyes were especially bright, and they were as dazzling as a sharp sword.
"Your distinguished self is this generation's Asura City's Asura?" Fatty looked at this person with an unchanging expression and asked straightforwardly.
"Jing Zhangwu!" said the silver-haired man indifferently.
"Li Xin!" "Zang Qing Shan!"
The fat man and Zang Qing Shan also reported their names. It was a sign of respect.
"Jing Zhangwu, Asura City Lord, your Excellency should know why we have come here. Tell me, do you choose to surrender? Or do you want to fight? "
Asked the fat man.
"Fight!"
Jing Zhangwu didn't waste time talking nonsense. A terrifying aura erupted from his body, and sharp sword energy filled the sky, cutting everything in all directions.
"This isn't the right choice." The fat man ignored the sword energy around him and said coldly, "Could it be that you are so confident that you can fight one against two?"
"I can't!" Jing Zhangwu shook his head. "But I have to come!"
His gaze was as tranquil as water as he overlooked everything below him. His voice was calm as he said, "For billions of years, from the Desolate Era until now, my Asura City has stood tall here and withstood several million invasions of various sizes!"
"We have won and we have lost. But in the history of the Asura City, no one has ever been afraid of fighting!"
"This is my Asura City's honor, and also my Jing family's honor!"
While speaking, Jing Zhangwu's aura became more and more powerful, and it became more and more terrifying.
He waved his right hand, and immediately, a clanging sound was heard. He took out the iron sword on his back and pointed it at the fat man and the woman.
This was an ordinary iron sword. There were even mottled rust stains on it, making it look extremely dull and rusty. However, the two of them could feel a strong will from this iron sword, an indestructible conviction that was like blood and iron.
This belief had penetrated through the ages and was deeply rooted in the iron sword, giving this ordinary mottled rusted sword extraordinary power.
"That sword …"
The fat man and the woman glanced at each other. Their expressions were grave.
"This is the weapon my Jing family's first ancestor, Jing Xuan Huang, used when he rose to power. Before my ancestor died, he put all his essence into the sword to create an undying faith. After that, every descendant of the Jing family, and every generation of Asura, did the same!"
"Faith is honor, and honor is the rust on the sword. The more stubborn it is, the more glorious it is!"
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