Suddenly opened his eyes, his expression subtly changed.
Thousands of crossbow bolts were frozen in the air.
Visible ripples in the air oscillated in circles and soon subsided.
The person surrounded in the center did not draw his sword. He calmly rolled up his sleeves slightly, revealing wrist injuries covered with bandages, and his arm scarred by a waist saber from the Xiongnu Tribe king. The mix of blood and medicine created a complex scent.
Then he stretched out his right hand, holding a still quivering arrow, and exerted a slight force, the arrow turned to dust.
The old man was inwardly shaken.
Wang Anfeng was calm, looking at the longsword embedded in the ground, firmly locked in the sword scabbard.
"Who told you that without the divine weapon, Wang Anfeng is worthless?"
The old man's expression suddenly changed.
Wang Anfeng's breath circulated, his qi mechanism surging up.
"You should take a good look."
"Besides that divine weapon, this is what I have."
Between Heaven and Earth, a golden bell became tangible from the void, appearing to enshroud the youth. Crimson gold Buddhist scripture patterns were carved on it, and as it slowly rotated, it cast out a rainbow-like radiance, dyeing large swaths of the surrounding white clouds in the sky in a crimson gold hue.
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The slowly rotating illusory golden bell halted, then resounded, its sound was grand, reverberating nine times nine.
The Shaolin Golden Bell Shield.
"Unbreakable by All Methods, Lustrous Body—"
Within just a few hours, experts and spies from various sects appeared here. Xun Qiong, a spy from the Ministry of Punishment, looked at the scenery on the mountain, gazing at the wisps of flame that had yet to dissipate, lost in astonishment.
He had never seen such dazzling flames.
Pure gold, fine like the finest gold sand, rose slowly toward the sky, filling the entire view.
He didn't know which school could employ such a qi mechanism. In the sky, the white clouds and even the deep blue sky were rendered in pure, limpid crimson gold.
After a long time, Xun Qiong came to his senses as if awakening suddenly, then hurriedly retrieved his belongings, just sitting cross-legged in a secluded place, quickly finishing the secret letter.
That day, through special methods, the news spread throughout the Jianghu and the Imperial Court.
"The son of Wang Tiance appeared in the state of Changjian. The State Preceptor of Changjian traveled seventy miles to intercept, set up a military formation, defeated but did not kill, and did not detect the residual sword qi. After crossing the realm, the State Preceptor of Changjian ambushed with the new Reed Sword, seized the sword, nailed and killed him on the pinnacle of Dongyang Peak, thirteen hundred zhang away, and left."
"No one dared to touch the corpse."
The Heaven and Earth were crimson gold.
Xun Qiong raised his gaze to the anomaly between Heaven and Earth, his heart still pounding wildly.
But he could no longer stay here. Forcing himself to calm down, he continued on his way, hastily pursuing the trail.
As a spy, since he had already been activated, the only explanation was that even the Ministry of Punishment cared deeply about this affair in the Jianghu, willing to reveal his identity, rendering years of infiltration wasted.
Afterward, he could return to the Great Qin, so this matter must be handled well accordingly.
However, he had a slight realization—
This marked the collision between the Jianghu of Great Qin and the Northern Frontier of the Western Regions.
Coupled with the uniqueness of the Divine Martial Mansion, even the Imperial Court was deeply concerned about the outcome.
This is the state of Changjian, more than ten thousand miles away from Tianxiong City at the border pass of Great Qin.
Knowing the route, he rode hastily, fully utilizing his training, pursuing the barely concealed direction and path.
Thirteen thousand miles from the Western Regions, Tianxiong City of Great Qin.
Xun Qiong passed through tumultuous cities, listening to countless voices, men, women, young, and old, hearing countless identities, countless people discussing the same topic.
That person's story and feats seemed destined to reach the remote horizon beyond the sky.
He crossed the prairie, in the most desolate corner of the grassland, smelling the pungent scent of blood, looking at the scattered corpses before him, feeling something burning inside him, took a deep breath, crouched on the ground, writing the gathered intelligence on a letter.
"On this day, Wang Anfeng passed through Tianxiong City, thirteen thousand miles."
"Bandits of the Seven Kingdoms joined hands in ambush, apparently lured by hefty gold, thus sacrificially risking themselves, with seventy-two experts above Middle Third Rank, six Fifth Rank, one Fourth Rank, claiming a hundred fortresses, linked by iron chains, formations set, it's said, the fortress leader went to challenge. Wang Anfeng took the challenge, cutting him down from the horse."
"The gang asked for mercy, not granted, unsheathed the sword to fight."
"Within a day, the hundred fortresses were annihilated."
Xun Qiong took a breath, the dry air of the Western Regions mingled with sand, he already knew this, long ago knew, but he never knew when the cold air of dawn mingled with the rust of blades and the scent of blood, it could be this scorching.
Scorching, fierce, like a flame burning.
His blood boiled, glancing around, in the forest of blades, exerting all his strength, finally wrote three words.
Pieces of news, like springtime flames, swiftly swept across this land. As the intelligence returned, words became fewer, but the frequency increased.