Peace Order

Chapter 1819 - 85: Summoning the World to Meet Death

Stepping forward and charging, Jiang Su looked at his steed still spitting blood, raised his head to gaze at the charging Prince Qin. The Military God wielded his weapon, raised it, and the Golden Armor Army Soul likewise lifted that blade, slashing downward.

If it were not for obsession, Zhang Ziyong would not be as bewitched.

If it weren’t for such obsession, how could the Taoist Sect keep wandering outside, bound by the Tao?

Li Guanyi glared, eyes wide open, watching Jiang Su who was also giving his all. The two auras tore and ripped as if the battlefield was being torn apart. Behind Prince Qin, the Tiger, Red Dragon, Qilin, Mystic Turtle, Green Bird circulated. Jiang Su gripped his weapon, the vast battlefield of three hundred years.

The Military God was obsessed with victory, but only in retreating a moment can one find what is sought; the Sword Madman was unrivaled in the Martial World for two hundred years, but only by being indifferent to the sword did he achieve clarity; Chen Fubi sought a grand desire, but in the end, only fought for battle, Jiang Wanxiang proclaimed as Emperor for ten thousand years, using life as flame could he step forward.

The one I’m obsessed with is only myself.

The one who bars the way is only me.

Slash me.

The Nine Provinces Tripod bellows, the last strength converging. Thus the Wolf King’s entrustment, thus his grand aspiration, and thus the legendary energy honed on the Turkic battlefield surged forth. Therefore, even the pain caused by Ji Zichang’s death, was all blown open.

[Witness me]!

Whether it’s being a slave of the Nine Provinces Tripod, or ruling as the Emperor of the Nine Provinces Tripod.

When there is no treasure, you are still you, and only with that sharp valor can you break through this step; otherwise, even if the Nine Cauldrons gather, it’s just a shadow bound by [legend].

My name—

Li Guanyi.

Rupturous flames soared to the sky, ten years of slaughter, the bold courage fighting across the world and the determination swallowing the world completely burned as it gathered into Qin’s name, the Martial Arts Legend’s fiery blaze rose up.

At twenty-two years old, just took this step.

After one step.

This realm already surpassed the Taoist Sect, longevity, and Formation Leader.

Comparable to the Military God.

The Military God Jiang Su’s determination also exploded to the extreme in an instant. Li Guanyi understood it was precisely every decision he made that determined who he was, as if he heard one familiar voice after another by his ear.

There was Qian Zheng’s unwillingness, the wailing of the Ghost Market, Ye Buyi, Zhou Liuying, Ji Zichang’s smiling acceptance, the Elder Zu, the teacher, he charged alone in front, and it felt like those people’s palms were on his shoulders, pushing him forward.

Li Guanyi’s mental state grew more and more clear, Martial Arts Legend, sensing like a god.

Until that seemingly real and unreal soft laugh.

"Guanyi."

An old voice.

Li Guanyi took a step as if into the void.

Grandpa?!

In an instant, the Jiuli Warlord and Divine Spear Silence both descended, Prince Qin’s hair fell, the Divine Spear Silence pierced through his shoulder, the Military God’s pupils contracted, and the Jiuli Warlord pierced through the abdomen, what a joke it seemed when said.

The battlefield surged yet remained silent, the minds of the Military God and Prince Qin in an instant.

Talking about being overlord of the world, talking about the Military God of three hundred years emotionless and joyless, yet their hearts in that instant, rippled with waves and ripples that couldn’t be restrained.

In Jiangnan, there was a swordsman.

An old man.

He called himself a swordsman, though it was hard to say clearly, but many in Jiangnan had seen him, seen him fish, play a qin beautifully, and read books, sometimes visiting many monastic schools, leading children there to wield swords.

It’s just sword-wielding, nothing remarkable.

The sword dance was of the basic swordsmanship that the Qilin Army had spread everywhere.

But he had a very good temperament, and many children liked to watch the old man wield his sword. On this day, he wielded a branch as he danced, unaffected by the great wars of the world, and after his sword dance, he merely placed the newly compiled basic swordsmanship on the table.

Also placed the written recipes well, put down a small seal.

Wearing a simple green robe.

Wearing a sturdy fitting pair of cloth shoes, carrying the sword and heading out.

Closed the door.

The door lock jangled.

A green robe alone before an army, this old man who wielded swords, fished, played the qin, and wrote recipes held a green bamboo stick, yet was full of spirit, Yuwen Lie and He Ruoqinhu as if facing a great enemy.

He held his sword, heading straight into the midst of ten thousand armies!

The vast river surged, rushing down from the snowy mountain, across the vast rivers and mountains, straight into the sea, the difference between fresh and saltwater is great, so looking at the estuary, the newly entering sea and the outlying sea waters were of two colors, one clear, one turbid.

This is what is called "distinctly separated."

Now looking down from a height, seeing the Martial World spanning across temple halls and battlefields, it seems like a long river pouring into the sea.

Sword light like silver frost and radiant snow.

Half a million strong army, torn open by a road of swords, Yuwen Lie, He Ruoqinhu, Qin Yulong were all forced back by a single sword, only that long spear and flag, under the indigo-blue Azure Dragon Pattern pointing at the heavens, stood the Emperor Ying in heavy armor and a cloak leaning on his sword.

The swordsman of the Martial World came tearing through the great army.

Sword Qi stretching thirty thousand miles, a sword light chilling nineteen provinces.

Paying no heed to what was behind, free and unrestrained, the Great Emperor of Ying leaning on his sword, still as magnificent and heroic, voice like a great bell:

"Murong Longtu, why have you come seeking death?"

The green-robed swordsman laughed heartily and carefreely:

"Temple halls, battlefields, and the Martial World under the heavens."

"The people of the world look down on the Martial World, yet I say, the Martial World is free and unrestrained, why be compared to the so-called court intrigue?"

To stir the turbid and purify the clear.

The heavens and earth surged, some are trying to envelop eight hundred years of chaos and the past, to crush the young flame, yes, there is a solution where the young fight desperately, bleed, carry the world with their flesh and blood into peace, yet there is also another solution.

The past of the world is not just about the courts and palaces.

The old guys, they’re not dead yet!

This old swordsman who seemingly drank in eight hundred years of Martial World’s charm raised the green bamboo in his hand, his brows lifted, it was still the carefree chivalry that once captivated the Martial World and the world, loudly declaring:

"In a world of chaos, Murong Longtu of the Martial World, has this sword."

Sword Qi filled the air.

A thousand miles of Jiangnan rejoicing wind.

"Let this eight-hundred-year world, meet its death!!!"