Seeing Xu Changxiang's sewn-shut mouth, Fang Yun's heart shuddered. After all these years, how much pain had he endured? How many strange looks had he faced? Yet Xu Changxiang had done it all the same. Why?
To defend Two Worlds Mountain, and to kill the Demon Barbarians.
The Tongue Sword, tempered through years of edge concealment, combined with the Heaven-and-Earth Righteous Qi summoned by Jade-Blooded Loyalty, becoming an ancient sword that nothing could withstand. It swept across the sky above Two Worlds Mountain, taking the lives of Demon King after Demon King.
Fang Yun keenly noticed that Xu Changxiang's Tongue Sword seemed less powerful than those of the elderly Hanlin Academicians, clearly because he had concealed its edge for fewer years. Yet Xu Changxiang's Tongue Sword lasted longer. Only after killing a full nine Demon Kings did he perform Sword Burial, far surpassing the standard of an ordinary Gray Robes Hanlin Academician.
Fang Yun flew up to the Boundary Mountain City Wall. From the side, he saw the corners of Xu Changxiang's mouth lift into a faint smile. Because his lips had once been sewn shut, his face looked somewhat fearsome, but no one looked at him strangely.
"This old man will go on ahead. I leave Two Worlds Mountain to you all!" Xu Changxiang cupped his hands toward his four Gray Robes companions. His body dissolved into faintly glowing dust that scattered between heaven and earth, serene and graceful beneath the morning light.
The smile vanished from Du Ling's face. Gritting his teeth, he picked up Xu Changxiang's gray robe. After folding it, he gently raised his head, his smile returning. Only now, that smile brimmed with murderous intent.
The Light Iron Poison Arrow Ballistas and the Gray Robes sacrificing themselves one after another checked the Demon Barbarians' seemingly