Yang Valley had no future.
Yang Valley did not seek a future.
Yang Valley's future... was the future of the Human Race.
Back then, the great general who founded Yang Valley had refused to return to reinforce Yang Capital, instead holding the Sea Race at bay in the Lost Realm. He used his own body to fill the Sea Frontier, and his death to repay the Yang Kingdom.
Leaving no body behind in life, no name behind in death.
Yet the spirit of Yang Valley had endured to this day.
Under the overarching premise of jointly safeguarding the Sea Frontier, Sea Fishing Tower and Jueming Island openly and covertly fought for dominance over the Near-Sea Archipelago, nearly beating each other's brains out.
Today, Qi State suppressed Sea Fishing Tower; tomorrow, it would take the wind out of Sea Fishing Tower's sails. Today, Sea Fishing Tower would wage a great battle in the Lost Realm; tomorrow, it would form a Sea Suppression Alliance. It, too, could stir up no small waves.
Yet Yang Valley was rarely targeted.
Because it was simply too pure a sect.
It did not contend for power or struggle for influence. It only guarded its own territory, only guarded the Human Race's Sea Frontier.
They had come from the Eastern Domain many years ago, and never once turned back thereafter.
Just like this very moment—Yang Feng fought for his life with every stroke!
Within the resplendent blade light that seemed like a blazing sun hanging overhead, the Blood King cursed bitterly, "Madman!"
He was mad in his fickle moods, while these people of Yang Valley were mad enough to disregard all consequences. In the end, the other side was even madder.
He had no desire to stake his life against Yang Feng here. He wanted to break