The sudden upheaval lasted only an instant, like a bolt from the blue. After it was over, the sky remained cloudless for ten thousand miles. If not for the several pools of blood and flesh on the ground proving that something had happened, the hundred thousand or so spectators might have suspected it had all been an illusion.
A Martial Saint! A Martial Saint!
Let alone Liangzhou, even in the entire realm, he was a powerhouse who ranked among the best.
Yet before this old man nearing a hundred years of age, he had not even been worthy of a single exchange. More precisely, there had not even been one round. He could not even be called an opponent—it had been like crushing an ant to death.
Though Sun Xiangzong had not made a move in over a decade, though everyone had believed him to be a dying candle flickering in the wind, merely waiting to be laid in the earth, his thunderous strike at this moment was like the tolling of a great bell within every heart, shaking their lungs and souls and leaving them unable to calm down for a long while.
"Magnificent!"
"The Governor is magnificent—"
Inside Military City.
After a deathly silence that lasted half an incense stick, someone in the crowd shouted a cry that had not been heard for ten years.
"The Governor's divine might!" "Clatter, clatter, clatter—"
At that moment.
A hundred thousand elite armored soldiers fell to their knees in unison, their voices like Thunderous Roar as they echoed through all of Liangzhou City.
On this day.
Sun Xiangzong, already in his twilight years, used the life of a Martial Saint to pick up the prestige he had once deliberately set down—and effortlessly reclaim it.
Today's arrangement had been the imperial court's