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Jiang Han's words were light and airy, yet they made Liu Chenjiang, the Wufeng Sword Master of Cangjian Mountain Villa, feel a sinking sensation in his heart. Jiang Han had heard of Liu Chenjiang. It was said that his real name was not Liu Chenjiang, but something more specific.
Thirty years ago, this Wufeng Sword Master personally visited the Canglan Sword Sect to duel with Bai Shiyan, demonstrating a power capable of severing rivers with a single sword strike. The people in the martial world began to refer to him as "Chenjian," honoring him as the master of the Wufeng Sword.
Over time, Liu Chenjiang accepted this title for himself, and few in the martial world remembered his original name, except for some of the older generation.
"What's wrong? Have I exposed your dirty thoughts about the martial world of Qingzhou, making you angry and embarrassed?" Jiang Han scoffed, looking at Liu Chenjiang with three parts mockery and seven parts derision.
"Younger generation, do not deceive yourself!" A dangerous glint flashed in Liu Chenjiang's eyes, but he quickly replaced it with a calm expression and declared with righteous indignation, "As expected of the demonic sect; your ability to frame and slander others is indeed audacious! We arrived late because we fell into your Manichaeism's ambush. It took us tremendous effort to break through the encirclement!"
Indeed, many from Yunzhou looked toward Liu Chenjiang and those behind him—though they had not suffered any injuries, their disheveled clothing and torn robes told a different story.
"Could it be that we guessed wrong?" "Have we fallen for Manichaeism's scheme to sow discord?" Many people's thoughts wavered.
Jiang Han's lips curled slightly, but he ultimately remained silent. After all, as the leader of Manichaeism, how could he not know whether he had sent disciples to set up an ambush? It was clear that Liu Chenjiang and his group were well-prepared and were merely putting on a show.
However, none of this matters now. The remaining dozens or hundreds of warriors are barely clinging to life, lacking even the ability to tip the scales of victory and defeat. Instead of wasting energy on them, it would be better to decisively drive out the forces of Qingzhou!
After all, for the common people of Yunzhou, who becomes the overlord is actually irrelevant. What matters most is whether this overlord will oppress the ordinary citizens and whether they can protect them from exploitation and threats from foreign powers.
"Enough with the nonsense! Either get lost or die!"
Jiang Han's aura erupted explosively, and behind him, a shadowy figure loomed, resembling an endless abyss. It was a world shrouded in black death energy, vast and pitch-black, seemingly without end. It felt as if countless malevolent spirits were howling and screaming; just a glance could make one's soul feel like it was about to fall into that darkness, sending chills down one's spine.
Jiang Han himself was surrounded by a radiant divine halo, shining brilliantly. One star after another orbited around him. His presence did not deliberately target anyone, yet it still made people tremble inexplicably.
He calmly turned his gaze toward Liu Chenjiang, his eyes filled with unmatched killing intent!
"How dare you insult me like this!"
Liu Gongquan had originally been shocked by Jiang Han's strength, but upon hearing such arrogant words, he couldn't help but feel anger rising within him. He shouted, "There are many in this world who dare to challenge Cangjian Mountain Villa, but they ultimately turn to ashes and meet their end. Only my Cangjian Mountain Villa shines through the ages!"
"Whether I ultimately meet my end or turn to ashes is not for you to say. But today, you have offended me, Jiang Han; you will surely meet your end and turn to ashes!"
He did not wish to waste more words with Liu Chenjiang.
With a flash, the Underworld Black Death Flag appeared. Dark light swirled around it, emanating a mysterious aura that stirred the Seven Emotions and Six Desires within people. Jiang Han's entire being radiated brilliance; even his hair turned golden, shining brightly with an overwhelming presence that was hard to look at directly. His golden eyes shimmered with mysterious symbols.
"Quasi-Supreme Artifact..." Among the people from Qingzhou, someone with remarkable insight fixed their gaze on the black treasure flag in Jiang Han's hand, their eyes burning with desire, almost wanting to rush forward and seize it. Such a treasure has nearly transcended the category of a Divine Weapon; even the most ordinary postnatal Innate Martial Artist wielding it would possess the ability to fight beyond their level.
"Is he going to make a move?" A younger Martial Arts Grandmaster from Qingzhou raised an eyebrow.
"Hmph, in the end, he is merely relying on that treasure to show off," another Martial Arts Grandmaster remarked, flicking his fingers against the blade of his personal sword, a bloodthirsty smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Be patient; perhaps soon you will have the chance to taste the blood of a Grandmaster of Martial Arts!"
He did not appear particularly imposing; his face was pale, looking to be in his thirties or forties, and he exuded an astonishingly strong aura of bloodlust. His eyes sparkled with a chilling intensity.
The air around him trembled as strands of energy spilled forth, distorting the space around them. Even the nearby Martial Arts Grandmaster regarded him with great caution, unwilling to provoke him. This was a notorious swordsman from Qingzhou, known for his terrifying combat prowess and having cultivated the Blood Saber Scripture, an exceedingly sinister Heavenly Tier Martial Art. He mastered various forbidden martial techniques, making him far more powerful than other Martial Arts Grandmasters and instilling fear in those around him.
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