Unifying the South (Part 1)

Liao Kong and the Four Guardian Vajras had witnessed the Jingnian Zen Sect's complete destruction from beginning to end. The five of them could not help coughing up mouthfuls of blood. Centuries of painstaking effort had been ruined in a single day, and Liao Kong could not help feeling a trace of regret. He closed his eyes and continuously recited the Buddha's name in his heart.

As for the Four Guardian Vajras, there was no trace of Buddhist dignity left in them. They cursed loudly and even hurled maledictions at Shen Fei. However, their voices soon came to an abrupt stop as the soldiers guarding them directly gagged them.

"Ziling, this isn't the time to go soft. You should know what their goal is, shouldn't you?"

While Shen Fei dealt with the Jingnian Zen Sect, the battle within Luoyang was in full swing. Kou Zhong gripped Well Moon and looked at Xu Ziling, who held a sword and wore a somewhat hesitant expression. After sending an enemy flying with one slash, Kou Zhong spoke coldly.

"I understand."

With Kou Zhong's reminder, Xu Ziling let out a soft breath, and his gaze immediately turned resolute. Compared with Kou Zhong, Xu Ziling was indeed somewhat indecisive by nature. Yet when it was time to make a decision, he could be exceptionally decisive. The sword in his hand now proved that point. Under normal circumstances, Xu Ziling would not use a sword.

On a battlefield, weapons were naturally far more effective than bare hands for killing enemies. This was not a contest of martial artists in the jianghu. Not only Xu Ziling—even Zhu Yuyan and Shi Zhixuan would carry weapons onto a battlefield.

Before taking action, Xu Ziling had already thought it through. His earlier hesitation had only been because his opponents were