Building Houses, Raising Towers

Rumble!

The deafening roar shook the air as a mountain of flesh swept past, and the golden tent exploded into a sky full of floral cloth.

Crackling.

Countless chunks of flesh fell to the ground. A severed thigh tumbled among them and landed in Liang Qu's arms.

The thigh was fair as jade. A silver chain dangled from its ankle, and its toenails had been dyed bright red with balsam flowers. It was truly a beauty's leg—only rather greasy, the pale yellow mutton fat dried hard into clumps in the cold wind.

Liang Qu casually flung it away.

He moved against the fleeing crowd, advancing into the wind and using Unity of Heaven and Man to avoid danger.

Blade winds scattered the hardened snow, exposing brown earth for dozens of li around. Slash marks crisscrossed the ground.

Countless slaves clutched gold and silver vessels as they fled past one another. Yet the sweeping gang winds gave them little chance of survival. Those unlucky enough were turned into bloody pulp, freezing to the ground alongside shattered vessels.

Roars in the high altitude shook the clouds.

"Yan Dongjun, you dare come to Northern Court seeking death? Today, I will make Great Qian lose another Martial Saint!"

"Yan Dongjun, you are far too arrogant! Do you truly think yourself invincible beneath heaven? Once Qiyan Khan arrives from a thousand li away, how will you live?"

"Yan Dongjun, do you wish to provoke a war between two nations? Can you bear the guilt of leaving all living things devastated?"

"Yan Dongjun, you and I have no grievances or enmity! Why have you come to destroy my tribe?"

"Hahaha! Naiman, you talk too much. The divine weapon has been forged—let me use you to test my spear!"

A flash of shock passed through Naiman Khan's