The mountain path was rugged.
Tang Yi, alone, with a sword!
His tall figure, and the ice-cold treasured sword!
His resolute face, those clear eyes, brimming with intent to kill!
Tang Yi understood that this journey would surely be fraught with danger.
He also understood that within the dense woods on both sides of the road lay ax-wielders who sought his life.
However, since they wished for death, then let the killing begin!
The sky, unbeknownst to when, had become shrouded in dark clouds!
A man and his sword, walking along the mountain trail, as an air of bleakness silently emerged.
Tang Yi stepped forward, heading towards the summit.
"Follow me—"
"Brothers, kill!"
From the thickets on both sides, ax-handlers continuously burst forth, waving their swords and axes.
All of them, with bloodshot eyes.
This was the territory of the Central Plains Region, Lingxiao Pavilion, moreover, a sacred place in everyone's hearts.
