One Sword

Wu Xingtian looked at Qianhe Zhenyi and the others. He knew he would not get through this ordeal tonight, yet he maintained his composure.

"Everyone, I hope you have been well. But why is one person missing? Where is Yagyu Ichiro?" Wu Xingtian asked after sweeping his gaze over the group.

Qianhe Zhenyi and the others could not answer that question, nor were they interested in doing so.

"Wu Xingtian, your lifespan is approaching its end. We came specifically to send you on your way," Smith sneered.

"I am deeply honored by your gracious intentions." Wu Xingtian smiled, his gaze settling on Qianhe Zhenyi. "Congratulations, Lady Qianhe."

"What do you mean?" Qianhe Zhenyi asked in confusion.

"After this old man dies, you will be first on the Heavenly Ranking. Among those listed on it, I believe no one will be able to contend with you," Wu Xingtian said with a smile.

Smith and the other experts exchanged glances, strange lights flickering in their eyes.

"I know Yan Country has a term called sowing discord. It seems especially fitting to describe you right now," Qianhe Zhenyi said.

"You seem quite familiar with Yan Country's culture, Lady. I wonder whether you might be interested in becoming a Yan Country daughter-in-law? If you are willing, this old man can introduce you to someone." Wu Xingtian spoke as though making casual conversation, without the slightest air of facing a great enemy.

"Wu Xingtian, there is no need to stall for time. No one can save you today," said the monk from Tian Zhu.

"Stop wasting words with him. End this quickly," Smith urged.

Though they were confident in their strength, this was Yan Country's territory after all. Fearing unforeseen complications, they naturally preferred to deal with Wu Xingtian as quickly as possible.

"Miss Qianhe,