A moment later, Xun Qiong rode a fast horse, unable to care about anything else, and rushed outside.
His martial arts were not high.
Fortunately, the horse's stamina was quite good. Galloping all the way, he saw more and more Jianghu martial artists on the road, his heart becoming increasingly agitated. After a mad rush for several hours, he finally saw the person he had been chasing all along at Dragon's Mouth Cliff. It was just an ordinary-looking young man, similar in age to himself.
In front of him, just as the Jianghu rumors said, there were disciples from the great sects of the thirty-six kingdoms everywhere. Xun Qiong had stayed in the Western Regions for a long time; naturally, he recognized these sect disciples. Feeling the sharp and fierce sword Qi, his limbs went cold.
He wasn't worried that the Master of Divine Martial would be defeated here, but was concerned that his long journey would be in vain if blocked by someone at the last moment.
The world loves to judge after the fact.
Moreover, with so many Jianghu people around, opportunists wouldn't pass up such a good chance.
His mind was a jumble of thoughts. He gritted his teeth, stuffed the thing in his hand randomly into his arms, dismounted quickly, and walked over. There were many onlookers here, but no actions, making him quite noticeable. Yet he had barely taken two steps before he couldn't advance any further.
The fierce aura felt like swords, and the cold, unseen aura flowed beneath the earth and sky. He couldn't take another step forward, but his heart rose with countless doubts and confusion.
With such high martial arts, if they planned to catch up directly, surely they could?
Why, then, step forward ?
Wang Anfeng gripped the wooden sword in his hand, the scabbard tightly locking the sword edge. His sharp essence was accompanied by combat will, continuously confronting, reaching its peak. But in truth, he hadn't drawn his sword along the way.
There was a combat will to fight on the move.
There was grandeur to force the opponent.
But all these, and the aura of the Divine Weapon of Heavenly Secrets, were locked within the sword scabbard.
Traversing tens of thousands of miles in the Western Regions, he hadn't drawn the sword.
At this moment, as he held the sword, the accumulated sword intent seeped from the scabbard, stinging his palm.
He stepped forward, facing the sect disciples. At this moment, from the Stellar Sword Sect, a graceful and charming young woman in a pale yellow sword robe walked out, holding a small sword in her hands.
Yue Yue looked at the youth who had altered his appearance, her expression complex.
She thought of their brief encounter before Beishan of Xiuyun, thought of the advice she gave on that day, and all those past moments dispersed. She respectfully saluted and raised the sword in her hands.
"By order of the Sect Leader, our sect wishes to ally with Divine Martial."
"By the decree of the Sword of the North Star, with this sword in your hand, you may command all Stellar disciples below the mountain."
"By order of the Sect Leader, the Liaolan Sword Sect wishes to ally with Divine Martial."
"By the order of the elder, the Goshawk Sword of Huohe Mountain does not wish to oppose Divine Martial. If the Mansion Master has time, the Great Elder eagerly awaits the senior's stay."
All around were people eager to watch the spectacle, falling into silence.
On this day, the last pieces of intelligence and news spread across the world, amounting to only three lines, without the slightest killing intent or bloodshed. Yet, they were far heavier than all previous information combined, like mountain peaks, suffocating people.
"The Master of Divine Martial enters the Northern Frontier from the Western Regions."
"The sects all submit, withdraw, and seek alliance, calling him Mansion Master, Senior, all unwilling to fight."
"Over 7,300 miles forward, not one person obstructs him; he travels a thousand miles alone, unstoppable."
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The aura ahead had already stopped, seemingly given up, or had found someone to rely on.
Wang Anfeng crossed the border and traversed the grasslands. He didn't take the border pass, as the Xiongnu tribe, unlike other countries, had virtually no border passes and no definite borderlands. The grassland between the blue skies and glaciers was their kingdom.
There was no need for border cities, as there was no need to defend.
For thousands of years, the Xiongnu were often the invading and plundering side. This also provided Wang Anfeng with considerable convenience in entering. In the Great Qin, it would be by no means this easy to enter. The person hiding and avoiding detection ahead had already stopped.
During this time, even with the tracking methods of Medicine King Valley, pursuing him was extremely difficult.
The Khan King of Dichi cleverly combined the methods of the Military Family and Jianghu, continuously shaking him off. Because of the complex terrain of the Western Regions, he couldn't quickly close in.
But all of this ended now.
Wang Anfeng took a breath, his figure swiftly darted forward, leaving trails behind as he caught up with the last part of the iron cavalry, only over a hundred men.
Originally many more, but along the way, the Khan King of Dichi kept splitting troops, disrupting his rhythm and pursuit. Within the chaotic army, other soldiers covered in armor also had traces of medicinal powder, making them difficult to distinguish.
The many iron cavalry formed a circle, protecting the core big man.
He wore dark and heavy armor, sitting on a warhorse, towering like a mountain. As Wang Anfeng charged within with his sword, the similarly exhausted and fear-ridden Dichi Iron Cavalry could no longer pose any hindrance to him.
Without even drawing the sword from its scabbard, he plunged inside, thrusting his longsword to repel many iron cavalry, immediately bringing down the Khan King of Dichi from his horse.
The sword in his hand was poised at his throat when Wang Anfeng sensed something was wrong. He abruptly used force, ripping off the ghostly and godlike face armor, revealing a heroic-looking big man underneath, with the distinct features and appearance of the Xiongnu tribe, yet he was not the Khan King of Dichi.