For many years afterward, martial warriors still remembered that afternoon.
They had witnessed a generation's mighty warlord unleash an endless succession of Peerless Arts, and felt a pressure that sank deep into their marrow. Every footstep had struck the hearts of all who watched like a heavy hammer.
This man deserved to be feared like a tiger by the entire Jianghu.
He had been terrifying to such a degree, burning his vital blood and using every means at his disposal, yet he had still suffered utter defeat!
What kind of being was the victor?
A nineteen-year-old Pacification Commissioner, only one step away from standing at the pinnacle of the Embroidered Uniform Guard!
Nineteen years old, only one step away from reaching the legendary realm!
Across the vast sweep of history, how many magnificent heroes had there been? Yet before him, they all seemed to lose their luster.
They had lived through the most glorious afternoon!!
Nearly a hundred thousand martial warriors looked at the dying Lord Jiang. His dantian and meridians had all ruptured, blood and intestines churned from his wounds, and only a single breath kept him alive.
Not long ago, Lord Jiang had declared that if he fell and left the stage, the world would descend into chaos. The entire Jianghu would be engulfed in upheaval and war, with no one left to cow its mighty powers.
Yet he himself had almost been beaten to death.
And the entire Jianghu was as silent as cicadas in winter.
Mang Mountain sank into boundless silence. With the last of his willpower, Jiang Wuyuan roared:
"He... he is also a criminal against the state and altars! If you do not want to be buried with me, join forces and slay the enemy! Two thousand death warriors, two thousand death warriors!!"
Then