"Who was that man just now? He actually slaughtered everyone in the Martial Hall?"
"You don't know? He's Sword Demon Xiao Chen, whose name has shaken the world over the past year!"
"Xiao Chen? He has a Demon Race Great Emperor protecting him? That's terrifying!"
After Xiao Chen and the others left, only a ruined Martial Hall remained. Not until then did the city's residents dare approach to look. Seeing that more than half of the once lofty Martial Hall had been smashed apart, they were utterly stunned.
"So young, yet he relies on his powerful backers to massacre his own kind. Isn't that a little too ruthless?"
"If you ask me, the Martial Hall colluded with demons and slaughtered the people under our Martial God Hall. They deserved this!"
"Exactly. If it were anyone else, I couldn't say, but if the one who slaughtered the Martial God Hall's people was the Sword Demon, then you can be sure no innocent souls died. Over the past year, the Sword Demon stepped forward for Great Xia countless times, turning back the raging tide. He's a true young hero!"
The Martial Hall had deep roots in Martial God City and no shortage of followers. Some accused Xiao Chen of being cruel and bloodthirsty, but more chose to trust him.
For no other reason.
Over this past year.
Xiao Chen's reputation had grown too formidable.
A man cast a shadow.
A tree bore a name.
While the residents gathered around the Martial Hall.
Xiao Chen and his companions had already flown a hundred miles away.
They pierced the sea of clouds.
And sped through the highest heavens.
The wind howled across the sky.
Whipping their long hair into a wild dance.
Below.
The beautiful rivers and mountains blurred into afterimages.
Receding endlessly.
Xiao