Chapter 723 The Sword God of a Generation
A long, long time ago, there was a day where the wind and sand were fierce in the outer regions. The wind howled while the sand danced wildly through the air. Despite the harsh weather, a heart filled with unyielding spirit refused to be stopped.
He braved the flying sand, pressing on despite adversity. The wind was strong, but his pace never faltered. A determination that refused to succumb was apparent in his eyes. Stunning Jian Qi radiated from him, fueled by his unsatisfied heart.
Sand snakes slithered across his path, only to be frightened into retreat.
He overcame numerous hardships and dangers to finally reach his destination, the capital of Qianye Country. He stared at the tightly shut gates, his eyes filling with outrage as if he had thought of something. With a single draw of his sword, the gates were cloven in two. His power was absolute; his might, shocking.
Soldiers were stirred awake, rushing in large numbers to block his entrance into the palace. Yet before the man with a single sword, every spear and shield was cleaved as though they were mere tofu. And all those dauntless enough to stand in his path were slain mercilessly, their bodies scattering the fields.
The street from the city gate to the palace was strewn with bodies. Soldiers continued arriving only to fall in waves, their bravery unable to fill the gap in strength.
Cries of soldiers echoed outside the palace, their defense crumbling; their morale shattering.
The palace doors could no longer be held, shattered by the man’s furious slash, followed by a deafening shout: "Qianye, come out!"
Inside the palace, a dignified woman with piercing eyes shed her dragon robe. Assisted by her maids, she donned garb befitting a swordswoman. With a simple wave of her hand, Qianye dismisses her maids who immediately step aside in fear.