Meng Tian led Lu Chuan out of the imperial palace, and the farther they walked, the more shock showed in his expression.
"What terrifying Sword Qi..."
Gazing at the streak of Sword Qi that had nearly split the imperial palace open, even Meng Tian looked stunned, because even he, a Martial Way innate-stage expert, could never have swung such a powerful sword strike.
This was simply not something one person could do.
Fortunately, he knew that a figure like His Majesty could not be judged by the eyes of ordinary people. And if the sword scar had cleaved down from the hall, he would definitely have thought that this sword strike was Lu Chuan's.
Just what realm has His Majesty's strength reached?
Meng Tian pondered inwardly. Of course, what he did not know was that the Sword Qi he had sensed outside the hall was only a small portion of it; ninety-nine percent of it had been withstood by Lu Chuan.
"General Meng, something on your mind?" Lu Chuan asked with a smile.
Meng Tian returned to himself and said, "This general simply finds it hard to believe that one day I could see a myth such as you with my own eyes."
Lu Chuan smiled faintly and said, "In every generation, heroes rise across the rivers and mountains, each leading the splendor for several hundred years. This Seat gives these words to you, and also to all the young talents of my human race.
"A chaotic age is both a calamity and an opportunity to display one's ambitions and each show one's strengths. You, Meng Tian, are not bad now either."
"Across the rivers and mountains, generation after generation..."
Meng Tian savored it twice, then his expression suddenly lifted. Somewhat excited, he cupped his fists and said, "Many thanks