Heaven and earth were like a blazing furnace, tempering the unyielding iron of the Martial Ancestor. Wang Ao strode beyond Peaceful City, shaking the entire Civilized Fertile Land.
For the sake of Lu Ye, a man he had never met, he was actually confronting the Central Empire head-on!
Sun Xiaoman had always felt that, though her master was the Martial Ancestor, he was far too mild-mannered to resemble a Martial Man. Martial Men cultivated qi and blood, climbed the spine of heaven, and forged themselves a body of boiling blood; some fierceness was inevitable. The lineage of Flame Martial Arts grandmasters, in particular, was famed for being "one word away from blows."
But Wang Ao was different. All-Under-Heaven gave way before his fists, and he yielded in turn. It was as though he had never cared about right or wrong in the world, never allowing himself to be stained by karma.
The last time he had faced a Hegemon State was when he punched Qin Kingdom's Wang Zhao, settling an old score. Thereafter, he walked among men untouched by wind or rain, standing beyond karma through absolute strength, never again contending with any faction.
Yet the moment he acted again, it was earthshaking.
"We Martial Men who stay the spear—how could we fear blades and spears thrust in our faces?" With a flick of her wrist, Sun Xiaoman had already gripped the Mountain-Quaking Hammer. Like an ephemera lifting a mountain, she raised herself into the air, two inverted mountains in hand, leaping high beneath the Twenty-Eight Mansions.
Her small body was like a volcano brimming with flames. Her qi and blood rose as a crimson dragon, its force swallowing the golden sun. "Count me, Sun Xiaoman, among those who spread martial arts throughout the heavens!"
Xu San, who had opened