On a rugged mountain path not far from the Imperial City, a young man who looked only around twenty was walking slowly.
Suddenly, he stopped and glanced in the direction of the Imperial City.
His eyes were clear as water and profoundly deep, as though he could see scenes hundreds of miles away. The corners of his lips curled slightly. "The Great Golden Roc King actually trusts Ning Xiaochuan enough to let him fight the Xun Jun Peak Master. Could he be overly confident in Ning Xiaochuan? Xun Jun! Xun Jun! You mustn't disgrace the One Yuan Sect, or it will surely affect the morale of the entire army."
This young man in his twenties carried a sword on his back. He looked young, yet his gaze was incomparably profound, concealing reflections on the joys and sorrows, meetings and partings of the human world. He gave off a sense of weathered age, as if his eyes belonged to a hundred-year-old man.
He continued along the mountain path. With merely one step, his body shifted dozens of meters away. With another step, he had reached an even more distant place.
He appeared to walk slowly, but in truth, he was fast beyond measure.
Above the City Protecting River, the once-clear water had turned blood-red, giving off a nauseating stench of blood.
Ning Xiaochuan slowly closed his eyes. The four battle swords floating around his body began to revolve gradually. Strands of sword qi escaped from the four swords—at first there were only four strands, then sixteen, then sixty-four...
"Hiss hiss!"
In the end, sword qi filled the space around Ning Xiaochuan, covering an area ten zhang wide and forming a massive prison of sword qi.
After practicing the sword just now, Ning Xiaochuan's understanding of the World Extinction Sword Prison