A Sword That Toppled a City

A sword aura woven with lightning, capable of cleaving heaven and earth, roared forth, slashing straight toward the young man standing in the cold wind outside Qingzhou City.

The horse reared up in fright and let out a mournful whinny.

It was as if it were warning its master: Why aren't you running? Do you want to die?

Who knew that Wang Xian merely flicked his sleeve, sending a chip worth a hundred gold coins flying out.

In the horse's eyes, it was like a Qingzhou City brat getting into a fight and hurling a clod of mud into the air, hoping to plaster it over his opponent's face.

When Tang Wentian saw this, he couldn't help bursting into laughter. "As expected, summer insects cannot speak of ice. You think one tiny chip can break heaven?"

What he hadn't expected was that the chip had indeed flown from the young man's fingers.

Yet it was like a lump of soft mud, like a swamp thick with silt. His Heaven-Splitting Sword sank into it like a clay ox into the sea, without stirring up even a single ripple.

No, the old man felt as though he had cleaved into primordial chaos.

It was also like striking out with a sword in the boundless ocean.

But in the blink of an eye, the towering waves rushing toward him swallowed it whole.

What he found even more unbelievable was that the chip, worth a hundred gold coins, had pierced through his Wind-Borne Sword in an instant—and showed no sign of stopping.

Instead, it pierced the cold wind and became a streak of golden light, shooting through the opening of the city gate...

A streak of golden light flew across the skies above Qingzhou City and soon arrived over the Peaceful Gambling House.

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