"Zhou Daqian, you monster!"
The Governor of Maijing Prefecture's legitimate son cursed madly inside. This was simply disregarding martial virtue! You were a Human Grandmaster, roughly on my level—why had you trained yourself to be this strong?
And I had been granted control over the city by my father. I should have been able to bully you however I pleased, so why did you have Yin Dao?
Half-Sage Yin Dao was fine as a prop in some Southern Border tale, but standing here in person and facing its terrifying destructive power was another matter entirely.
His scalp suddenly went cold. He knew his grandmaster's state of mind was warning him of danger.
Then the ground beneath his feet abruptly vanished as well. A gap split open in the city wall, and he narrowly dodged the sweeping blade light.
If he had failed to evade that strike, his head and neck would have been severed.
Cold sweat broke out all over the legitimate son's body. He thought that passively taking blows was not a solution.
He had always been such a dignified man, yet now he had been forced to leap and scramble about in utter disarray.
Inside and outside the city, whether grandmasters or powerful martial artists, his personal guards were either dead or fleeing. They had withered away completely.
Before he knew it, the legitimate son had become utterly alone. Looking around in every direction, he saw only vast emptiness, and his heart felt hollow.
"Zhou Daqian, if you have any guts, put down that blade and fight me properly!"
Zhou You laughed when he heard that, shaking Yin Dao. "Isn't this a real blade?"
"If you have so much guts, leave the city and come down to fight me. I guarantee I won't use Yin Dao!"
The legitimate