After glancing back at the people below who had formed up to resist the enemy, Lian Youming turned and resolutely pressed toward the Golden Summit.
The moment he moved, killing intent surged at both ends of the mountain path.
Hidden weapons shot toward him, flying claws were hurled, spears thrust, and blades slashed-and every attacker was a skilled fighter!
Caught in such an onslaught, even a Foresight Martial Artist would likely have been chopped into pulp in an instant.
Yet there was not a trace of panic on Lian Youming's face. At this moment-or rather, even earlier-under that immense external pressure, his spirit had begun to coalesce, his intent growing ever purer. He had already forgotten life and death, leaving only the pursuit of the Martial Way.
Fist Challenges the World, Fire-Tempered True Gold-he had to walk this long road in one unbroken breath.
This would not be the end, nor would the future be the end.
Holding his sword in his right hand, Lian Youming saw enemies before and behind him. He dodged two flying claws, and his moonlit eyes flashed with an obscure light as he unleashed the Witnessing Art once more.
The two men in front felt killing intent assail them, unable to distinguish illusion from reality. In that instant of distraction, a gleam of sword light touched their throats and withdrew, light as a dragonfly skimming water.
A rattling sound escaped their throats, and they toppled to either side, falling off the cliffs beside the mountain path.
The mountain steps were neither particularly long nor particularly short, zigzagging and linking together all the way to the Golden Summit.
Having landed his strike, Lian Youming sprang forward again. He lifted his hips and legs, leaping some two meters into the air in the blink of an eye,