"Then who are you? Why do you know so much? "
"I …"
"My name is Wang Lianhua. We come from the Six Desires Demonic Octopus."
In just seven days, it was as if many unheard-of experts had appeared out of thin air in the southwest region of the continent.
Demonic Master Pang Ban, Demonic King Shi Zhixuan, Thousand-Faced Young Master Wang Lianhua.
There was also Wu Hua, Lu Xiangchuan, Lian Chengbi, Jing Wuming, Yan Kuangtu, Fire Cloud Evil God …
With the martial arts displayed by these experts, each of them was enough to dominate a region. However, no one had ever heard of them before. They seemed to have appeared out of thin air, suddenly appearing in the southwest Jianghu and setting off a storm.
In just seven days, countless experts died in their hands. The entire southwest region seemed to have become panicked in an instant.
On the eighth day, the Sea Dragon King Zhao Tianfeng's 80th birthday, the entire Zhao Mansion was decorated with lanterns and colored banners. All the people who came to attend the ceremony were full of smiles, as if the bloody storm in the Jianghu had nothing to do with them.
It was not because of anything, but because of the name Zhao Tianfeng.
As the leader of the southwest Jianghu, Zhao Tianfeng, who was over 80 years old, not only did not grow old and weak, but because of his dual cultivation, his martial arts and Dao techniques became purer and purer. Even if he had not fought for ten years, no one dared to doubt his strength.
Moreover, Zhao Tianfeng's eight adopted sons were all experts who could hold their own. They were either high-ranking officers in the army, rich merchants, famous heroes in the Jianghu, or gang bosses.
Therefore, even if the southwest Jianghu was in chaos, the Zhao Mansion's birthday banquet was still held as planned, as if they were not disturbed by the storm in the Jianghu.
Even though it was already night, the entire ten-mile long street was still brightly lit.
And under this situation where the street was decorated with lanterns and colored banquets, a man slowly walked toward the Zhao Mansion.
The man's hair was very messy, as if he had never washed his hair. His clothes were also very tattered, as tattered as a beggar's.
It was this man who looked like he was picking up rags, but he had a pair of delicate, white, and soft hands. Perhaps it was a pair of hands that all the sabersmen in the world wished to have.
And in the palm of these hands was a saber, a rusty saber that looked like a piece of broken iron.
The man blindly walked in the direction of the Zhao Manor's main gate, but he was stopped by a servant.
"You can't enter the manor. If you want to get your reward, come with me."
When the servant finished speaking, his expression froze slightly because his head had already been split into two by the saber light. He fell to the ground dead, but the saber had already returned to its sheath, as if it had never been out of the sheath.
What was the point of living?
The man didn't know.
But he only knew that he lived only for the blade.
To him, the blade was more important than his life. After the blade cut through the arteries of the human body, the burst of blood was more magnificent than anything else in life.
Brandishing his saber and slashing people, this was the meaning of his life.
His eyes were already blind, but his mind was even clearer, because in the darkness, only a bloody path appeared before his' eyes'. The path was covered in flesh and bones, and it was also filled with coldness and loneliness. At the end of the path, there were only two words.
Invincible.
Even if he had to kill his wife, kill his son, and break all ties, he would not hesitate.
…
The deafening sound of gongs and drums rang out in the courtyard. The most distinguished guests of this birthday banquet were sitting in a circle, congratulating Zhao Tianfeng, the leading figure of the southwest martial arts world.
Among them were feudal lords, hermits, and famous heroes. There were also underworld giants, masters of sects, and people who raised their cups. But no one dared to be impudent here, because this was the Zhao Manor, the birthday banquet of the Sea Dragon King, Zhao Tianfeng.
But in this harmonious atmosphere, there were bursts of shouting and killing coming from outside the courtyard. A young man in his twenties stood up, frowning. There was anger in his eyes.
"Foster Father, I'll go and see what's going on. Which blind fool dares to cause trouble today?"
Zhao Tianfeng stroked the beard on his chin. Although he was over eighty years old, his skin was rosy and his hair was black, as if he was in his thirties or forties.
The young man in front of him was his youngest and most beloved foster son, Song Mingwu. His martial arts talent could be said to be the best among his eight foster sons, and he was also the future successor of his martial arts legacy.
Next to Song Mingwu, another man in his thirties chuckled and said, "I'll go with Eighth Brother."
Zhao Tianfeng nodded. This middle-aged man was his fifth foster son, Duan Kezheng. He was now a high-ranking official in the imperial court and was the most tactful when doing things. Duan Kezheng's Circulatory Palm, which he had cultivated for twenty years, was 70% to 80% of Zhao Tianfeng's. It would not be a problem for him to go with him.
Just as the two of them walked to the courtyard's entrance, a saber light had already passed through the door, passing through Song Mingwu's forehead, neck, chest, and crotch.
The air shock wave from the saber slashed out, slashing through the wine table and the brick wall, creating a crack that was over fifty meters long.
The door was split into two and fell to the sides. Song Mingwu was also split into two and fell to the ground.
Duan Kezheng's body was splattered with blood. Cold sweat dripped down from his face, but he did not dare to move.
It was because he had never seen such a fast saber.
Never before.
The firelight shone on the saber wielder's face. Duan Kezheng could barely see the two sunken black holes on the other party's face.
Subconsciously, he said the word that he should not have said at this moment, "Blind?"
As he spoke, a cold light flashed. A line of blood streaked across Duan Kezheng's neck. As blood splattered, he slowly fell to the ground.
The moment he saw the saber light flash, he wanted to raise his palm to meet it. However, his hands fell to the ground first.
The man wielding the saber had already passed Duan Kezheng's slowly falling body. It was unknown when the saber in his hand had returned to its scabbard.
The breathtaking saber strike seemed to have dragged the temperature of the entire courtyard to zero. The man's messy hair looked like a ball of raging flames, dancing wildly in the night wind.
The primitive killing intent was like the edge of a saber, stimulating everyone present.
It was not until Dragon King Zhao spoke that the silence was broken.
"Who are you?"
"Invincible."
Invincible. He cut off his own eyes, killed his wife and children. He was heartless, all for the sake of pursuing the path of invincibility.
After being constructed by the darkest, bloodiest, and most evil personality in Zuo Zhicheng's heart, he was the most compatible with Zuo Zhicheng. He was also the biggest obstacle for Zuo Zhicheng to integrate the first split of consciousness.
It was not that the other personalities were not powerful. It was just that the personality in front of him was the craziest, the most evil, and the most inhumane. He was also the one who could bring out the power of the first split of consciousness.
Zhao Tianfeng had experienced countless storms in his life. He had also met countless masters. Ever since he had achieved the Dharma stage, he had been practicing Dao techniques in his later years. Now, his combat power was unfathomable. He had thought that no matter what kind of master he met, he would be able to talk and laugh calmly.
However, he had never thought that there would be a man who would make him feel something special — fear.
"I heard that you are the top master in the Southwest. I hope you won't disappoint me."
With a simple greeting, the saber slashed across the ground like a shooting star.
Even Zuo Zhicheng had never been completely heartless. He had integrated his heart, body, and will into the path of the saber.
This was because it was a dead end. However, sometimes, even dead ends could blossom with dazzling brilliance.
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