The Dagger Revealed at the Map's End

"Swing the spear and mountains and rivers tremble; spur the horse and heaven and earth quake. A man strides forth with sword in hand, and heaven and earth bow before him. Drained of blood, he still smiles; his soul extinguished, flowers bloom anew..."

The song rang across the battlefield, carrying the exhilaration of fighting through blood, the excitement of savage frenzy, and a sigh edged with mockery and regret...

For a moment, countless people were shaken by the Huan King's song. Their thoughts scattered, each drawn to something different.

Several hundred meters away, the leaders of the Apex Otherworlder factions, frightened by the slaughter, gathered together...

"Has Jian Shang gone mad? I suppose it's understandable. His sun is setting! He's down to himself and a few thousand Yellow Turban Strongmen. The outcome's settled!"

Watching that figure swing his sword through flashing blades and flying blood, Yan Wuji frowned at the song echoing in his ears and spat in disdain.

The Blade Legion's commander watched the "struggling" figure with a complicated look and sighed. "I have to admit, even if killing him won't mean he's truly dead, what he's doing takes a real man. If we could..."

He left the sentence unfinished, but his meaning was clear. If only they weren't in opposing camps, if only Jian Shang weren't likely a "traitor," they might truly have become friends—even kindred spirits!

"Tch... All he has is that freakish body. Does he really think we can't kill him? Even Qin Shi Huang was hounded to death. What makes Jian Shang different? I refuse to believe anyone in Forging the Sacred Court is impossible to kill, or that a million people can't kill him!"

Song Zutian ground his teeth and sneered with vicious delight. His breathing had grown quick with excitement, almost frenzy. He