Maijing Prefecture!
Young Master Buying and Feng Feishang faced off. The wind at their ears carried the bloodshed and clamor of the capital, while flames soaring into the sky reflected across most of the heavens.
Even in the distant Northern Territory and Southern Border, this magnificent, surging scene could be seen.
Yet the two remained locked in confrontation, like two statues that had stood for millennia and would continue to stand there forever.
Looking closely, Young Master Buying's right hand was plunged into Feng Feishang's chest, while half a broken sword was embedded in his neck.
Their bodies were a bloody mess of torn flesh. Even the ground had been soaked through with blood; digging hundreds of meters underground would still reveal its bloody stench.
Cough, cough, cough!
Feng Feishang coughed several times, making the hand in his chest rise and fall slightly. "Impressive, impressive!"
"Heart Demon Ring was quite a figure, and you—an insignificant weapon slave—actually managed to grow to this point."
A world-shaking secret emerged from his calm tone.
Young Master Buying was, astonishingly, Yin Hen, the sole surviving weapon slave of Heart Demon Ring from back then.
As for why he had become what he was now, that was a mystery no one knew the answer to.
Young Master Buying smiled faintly. "I was born lowly. My first name in life was Yin Hen. Later, I awakened to the errors of yesterday and saw through life's impermanence. There should be no hatred, so I changed my name to... Buying."
"In the battle to purge demons from the capital, the Demon Weapon Overlords withered away almost completely. For a long time now, the world has heard nothing of demon weapons running rampant."
"Yet you have come to dig up my old accounts. Could it be that you have