Loose Ends Tied Up

All Loose Ends Settled

Chu Xiong collapsed onto the ground, crying and laughing as he screamed madly. He had utterly broken down.

As the heroes of the martial world watched Chu Xiong's wretched state, the anger in their eyes was gradually replaced by disgust. One after another, they looked away, unwilling to watch any longer.

As for Shen Mobai, he let out a faint sigh. "Brother Zhang—you did the right thing. This is indeed crueler than killing him, and far more satisfying."

Thus, this Martial Arts Assembly came to a perfect close.

Several days later, news of the shocking upheaval at Hanging Sword Pavilion—of Zhang Sanxian's powerful return, of how he had held up the heavens with one hand and slain the foreign enemy beyond the realm, crippling Shu King Chu Xiong, and all the rest—swept across the world like a gale.

The whole world was shaken.

The countless living beings across every province and land were all awestruck by Zhang Sanxian's heaven-piercing divine might, power enough to remake heaven and earth.

Very soon, his fame was no longer confined to the title of "Martial Arts Myth."

He began to be bestowed exaggerated honorifics such as "World-Guarding Martial God," "True Saint of the Mortal Realm," and "Supreme Heavenly Lord."

And because of his existence, the chaotic world once more fell into an eerie calm. Every faction reined in its claws and fangs, not daring to act rashly.

The storm gradually subsided.

Several days later, Mist-Hidden Lake, Sword-Washing Island.

The lake breeze remained as before, while clouds and mist curled through the air.

Yet Tide-Watching Villa held a little more of the tranquil stillness left in the wake of slaughter than it had in the past.

Zhang Sanxian stood in the pavilion with his hands behind his back, looking around the