Chapter 1 His Remarkable Perseverance Unseen by an Audience
f Yin Guan wanted to die, he should have simply fed himself to the tortoise beast back then. Why did he escape from Youguo and cause all this trouble“Let me rephrase that.” Yin Guan seemed to let out...Chapter One His Remarkable Perseverance Goes UnnoticedThe sun hung high in the sky, casting its light and heat impartially upon all. It did not discriminate between young and old, or between high and low. Great love is like an indifferent force.
When a young deer fords the stream, birds flit through the trees.
At first, only a dim red light could be seen on the horizon, approaching rapidly.
A fiery tail stretched across the sky like a divine brushstroke, slashing through the heavens.
The Zhuang kingdom's thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were almost scorched by this fire line. Suddenly, a black light shot up into the sky, blocking their path.
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A ruthless connection arose between heaven and earth, with surging energy. In the east, south, west, and north, terrifying presences emerged, connected in an instant!
The northeastern corner of the Zhuang Kingdom's sky was shrouded in dark clouds.
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The sun suddenly dimmed.
A muffled groan echoed through the air: "Nine Evils Profound Yin!"
That point of light only entangled with the demonic cloud for a moment before plummeting from the sky.
The light grew faster and larger, until finally...
> Like a meteor shower!
Outside Fenglin City, the countryside was deserted. There was only a small temple, which had long since fallen into disrepair.
"Boom!"
The spark fell to the ground, smashing into a huge pit, but as if restrained by some force, the shockwave did not spread. When the rolling smoke and dust cleared, a man in flame-colored robes appeared.
This man had sword eyebrows and a handsome, dashing appearance. His scarlet flame-patterned robe was intricately embroidered with an ancient and elegant style, making him stand out from the crowd. However, his hair at the temples was disheveled and his robe had tears, revealing a hint of embarrassment.
"I, Zuo Guanglie, never expected to die in such a remote backwater..." The man in the flame-colored robe shifted his gaze, taking in the surroundings. With a hint of bewilderment, he asked, "What is the name of this place"
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It was another day when the sun suddenly dimmed, and a star fell from the sky. A few beggars living in the dilapidated temple were already terrified out of their wits. They were kowtowing at the gate when they heard someone asking questions. One man cautiously spoke up, "Immortal... Immortal master, this is the outskirts of Fenglin City, this temple... I... we don't know its name."
The man in the flame robe moved his fingers slightly, ready to erase these beggars.
In this age of strife, nations wage war ceaselessly. But in recent years, no conflict has rivaled the ferocity of this Qin-Chu confrontation. Both sides deployed nearly 100,000 cultivators, and the battleground's river valley plain was left desolate, its soil churned for miles.
As a core figure on the losing side, especially his solitary breakthrough of Hangu Pass, nearly turning the tide of battle, being pursued relentlessly by heaven and earth is also understandable.
But these beggars are also beggars from the State of Zhuang. The State of Zhuang actually dares to secretly aid the tyrannical Qin and allow it to set up ambushes within their borders... These people should all die.
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But Zuo Guanglie turned his hand and extinguished the sparks that emerged from his fingertips.
"Zuó Guāngliè, Zuó Guāngliè, is this your magnanimity Venting your anger on these pitiful people who no one cares about"
Zuo Guanglie muttered to himself, sighing, "You may go now."
He turned his head, hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on the ink-black sky. His enemies were there, those hidden in the shadows, the powerful wolves closing in, they were the ones Zuo Guanglie was destined to kill!
The beggars, as if pardoned, rose and ran. Only the beggar who had spoken first hesitated for a moment facing the ruined temple, but his companion pulled him back with a shove: "Do you want to die"
The beggars ran with all their might, perhaps never having run so frantically in their entire lives.
Zuo Guanglie didn't shift his gaze, but his eyebrows furrowed slightly, "Aren't you taking your companion with you"
Within the scope of his spiritual insight, there are no secrets.
The wooden statues in the Taoist temple are long gone, probably burned by beggars for fuel. But under the altar table, a faint-hearted beggar lay motionless, counting his days as he waited to die—this was the reason why the beggar hesitated before.
It is natural for people to want to avoid bringing unnecessary baggage when escaping. But Zuo Guanglie couldn't ignore it.
Those who come out of the battlefield know best the meaning of comradeship. Zu Guanglie was very clear about his nearly exhausted body, but he would never forget what brought him to this day.
The beggar's couldn't refuse the mysterious fairy's words, they even ran back in a swarm.
Giving it my all, panting heavily.
But to some who cast their eyes upon this place, they seem no stronger than an ant nor any swifter than a snail.
It's... really too slow!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
A multitude of screeching sounds rushed in from the horizon.
Streams of translucent water arrows, countless and flying like locusts, were drawn together by some unseen force and shot towards Guang Lie’s side.
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Water energy is surging wildly in this world.
A semi-transparent arrow rain, in the shape of a giant funnel, covered half the sky!
This is a large-scale, highly representative killing technique of the Qin army, Wanliu Arrow Rain.
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Left Guanglie raised his head to look at the sky, the strong wind rippled his flame robe and long hair. He raised his right hand high. The wide sleeves of his crimson flame robe slipped down, revealing arms carved like jade.
White and strong.
A red orb formed in his palm, then exploded with blinding light. The intense radiance flashed outwards in all directions.
Just like Zuo Guanglie, he single-handedly lifted a sun!
This was his unique way of magic. At the age of fifteen, he became famous for using this technique at the confluence of the Yellow River.
> Blazing sun!
Countless translucent water arrows refracted the sunlight falling from the sky into a dazzling array of colors, only to be dyed red in the next instant.
That was an utterly savage, intensely fiery crimson!
With the light of the left and the right hand as the center, a hundred-meter radius in the sky was enveloped by red. The arrows rained down for nothing.
This scene was so magnificent that it was hard for anyone to notice the faint ink strokes at the edge of the scroll.
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Before the scorching sun could spread, countless arrows had already flown and plummeted. The group of running beggars fell one after another. Their bodies were riddled with holes.
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They didn't even have time to scream before they died.
Life is so fragile.
“Massacre, is that your way” Zuo Guanglie’s lips curled into a sneer, his words directed at no one in particular. But the pair of eyes that shone like stars were gradually being shrouded by a cold, piercing emotion.
“Whoever dares to hold back when killing Zu Guanglie is a complete fool.” Accompanied by a cold voice, a line of cultivators in dark robes landed, faintly sealing off the surroundings.
The head cultivator's face was gaunt and pale. The dark robe on his body had frost patterns embroidered at the hem.
He had a pair of narrow and long eyes, and he stared fixedly at Zuo Guanglie with them: "You insignificant ant, are you also in your eyes"
As he spoke, the robed cultivators who accompanied him began to form incantations. Their movements were astonishingly synchronized, as if they were carved from the same mold.
Eighteen translucent water snakes suddenly formed, whistling and slashing through the air, lunging towards Left Light.
From appearance to action, no time was wasted.
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This low-level Dao technique, Kan Shezhi Bao, was especially fierce and deadly under their skillful manipulation.
Zuo Guanglie's face remained impassive. With both hands, he pulled, and a flaming blade materialized in his palm.
"Bai of the public sheep."
He casually held the flame blade, leaped through the air several times, and chopped all the encroaching water snakes in half.
For Dao arts of the level of a Flame Blade, he no longer needed to form hand seals.
“Since even the Nine Fiends Yin Array has been deployed, why waste our lives with such trivial sorcery”
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"Please don't misunderstand..." Gongyang Bai spread his hands in front of him and suddenly raised them, "My respect!"
The fallen serpent's body, instead of dissipating, surged upward in the next moment. It sprouted new tails from its broken ends, and halves fused back together seamlessly.
One divided into two, two divided into four... Under the influence of the Nine Sha Xuan Yin formation, these water snakes became increasingly ferocious.
This is a brand new evolution of the Kan Snake Binding, unprecedented. It can be said that it has given the Kan Snake Binding a whole new life, allowing this esoteric art to have a wider range of applications. It must be the result of painstaking research by the Qin State military.
It is a chaotic and disordered place, like a pit of vipers.
Hiss... hiss... hiss...
The sound was jarring and piercing to the heart.
A swarm of hideous water snakes encircled Lieutenant Zuo Guang tightly, and as far as the eye could see, he seemed to be trapped in an endless snake pit!
He seemed to be in desperation.
But his voice still rang out, clear and resolute.
“Having even resorted to the Nine Slayers of Xuan Yin Formation, I deserve to die. But this dilapidated Taoist temple doesn't even have a name... how can this nameless place have the qualifications to bury Zuo Guanglie!”
Flames suddenly erupted from his body.
Burning fiercely, gnashing its teeth and brandishing its claws.
This fire encounters objects and ignites, starting as a point and spreading instantly into a line.
The art of fire spreads like wildfire.
At the age of seventeen, he used this technique to burn and kill thousands of evil spirits, striking fear into the barbarians!
The entire swamp burned, countless water serpents thrashing and hissing in the flames, turning into steam.
In the billowing, roaring steam, Zuo Guanglie surged up to the heavens, his long hair flying wildly, his aura fierce and untamed.
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Just at this moment, a hawk cry rang out!
A black giant eagle swooped down from the sky, facing Ryo with a sudden flap of its wings.
Hundreds of iron feathers, each wielding a blade of light, shrieked through the air. Every glimmer was a different sword style, some fierce, others insidious.
The blade flashed like a torrential downpour, raining down and forcing Zuo Guanglie into the snake pit.
Organ Beast·Blade Winged Hawk.
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A man with bare feet, wearing a mask and carrying a bronze chest on his back, stood windswept atop a flying hawk. He remained silent. Or perhaps his words were already lost in the gleam of his blade.
Under the support of the Nine-Serpent Xuan Yin Formation, ten thousand snakes grew wildly and were constantly reborn. The art of burning everything to ashes was unsustainable and gradually dissipated.
Long time guarding leads to loss. Constantly, water snakes would strike at Zuo Guanglie's body, carving wounds and drawing blood flowers. At most, Zuo Guanglie would grunt once, waving his flaming knife with one hand, only repelling the water snakes that attacked his vital points.
Thousands of snakes devour the body, the profound Yin guts the soul.
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His forehead, creased with veins standing out from the pain he was enduring, showed his suffering. Yet, his gaze remained steadfast, and his other hand continued to form the incantations.
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He never gave up for a moment!
Gongyang Bai glanced at the man on Fei Ying's back, no longer hesitating. His ten fingers clasped together, held before him, his long hair fluttering in the windless air. "Surrender now, and you may still return to your homeland with your life intact! Because...the power of this coming spell is beyond even my control!!"
The temperature plummeted, a touch of frost coating his brow. The entire chaotic labyrinth was frozen still, encased in a layer of ice.
This is the ultimate yin and yang, an unbreakable extreme cold of ice.
And this kind of sorcery, is the Gongyang family's secret art passed down through bloodline and activated by their power, Xuanbing dungeon.
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Whoever enters this dungeon, their breath will condense into frost in one breath, blood will freeze in two breaths, and their body will stiffen to death in three breaths.
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The water snake froze into an ice snake, and even Zuo Guanglie was covered in frost.
Gong Yang Bai silently observed all of this. The next breath, blood froze.
All of a sudden, everyone present heard the sound of a rushing river. It was turbulent and violent, like a raging torrent—it was Zuo Guanglie's blood surging within him!
“Frenzy! Blood! Burn! Soul!”
The flame robe burns, the long hair burns, the brows and eyes burn, the flesh and blood burn, the soul...burns!
Body and mind, life and soul, everything is burning.
Ice turned to water, and water to steam. No matter if it was a churning river of snakes or an icy dungeon, everything dissolved in an instant. In the white mist, Left Guanglie had become a human torch.
He lowered his head, gazing at his blazing hands, muttering, "Indeed a forbidden art of the imperial court. Within this power, I seem to glimpse...the true nature of fire."
Then he suddenly looked at the Sky-Knife Flying Eagle and said, "Too weak."
As soon as the words left her mouth, she appeared in mid-air.
The barefoot masked man, with a point of his toes, plunged downward in an inverted somersault, letting the precious sword-feather hawk turn to ash in the raging flames!
"Too weak, Mo Jingyu!" Zuo Guanglei crossed his hands, instantly forming a spell.
Flowers of flame seemed to spring from thin air, yet they burned endlessly. The entire sky was consumed by the blaze, and everything in the battle space between the sky and the earth was engulfed in flames.
Even the Nine-Demon Xuan Yin Array condensing its demonic clouds in the high heavens seemed like tinder for a raging inferno!
Fireflowers incinerate the city!
This sorcery technique can be said to be Zuo Guanglie's most ingenious creation. At the age of nineteen, he used this technique to defeat a city in one battle!
Flowers of flame, ultimate beauty, but also ultimate power.
The masked man named Mo Jingyu flew backward with his hands outstretched, his ten fingers spread wide. Each finger was connected to a semi-transparent thread, the other end of which was linked to the copper box. He suddenly pulled it out!
Puppet Raven!
He darted his fingers, and puppet ravens flew out of the box, swarming towards the fireworks. Each raven extinguished a firework, but the fireworks seemed endless while the number of ravens coming out grew fewer and fewer.
Gongyang Bai didn't have time to care about the backlash from Xuan Bing's prison being broken. He pinched a formula, using his index finger to press against his chin, and suddenly opened his mouth! A white mist of cold air gushed out from his mouth, wherever it flowed, the flames vanished there.
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Bloodline Secret Art, breath becomes frost!
The group of Taoists he brought also didn't hesitate, chanting spells together.
The airborne fireworks collided with the white frost, and the visible steam gathered in the sky at a speed visible to the naked eye. The vast expanse of steam coalesced into clouds. Afterward, the white clouds turned dark, one cloud merging into another, layer upon layer.
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Suddenly, a torrential downpour began, and the wind howled through the air.
Qi gathering, cloud piling, overcast clouds stacked, the three gate magic arts combined to create this torrential downpour!
"Too weak…" Zuo Guanglie, engulfed in flames, roared: "Too weak!"
His aura rose explosively, his imposing pressure as heavy as a collapsing mountain.
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In the sea of fire, he roared to the heavens: “The power of extreme flames, burn the heavens and boil the seas, Zhulong True Ancestor, enter me!”
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Within him, a spark of warmth unlike any other suddenly swelled.
Just this one point of inflation, the crows in the sky spontaneously combust! The dark clouds disperse suddenly!
All the cultivators attacking Zuo Guanglie spat blood.
Even Gongyang Bai's face turned pale: “How is that possible! Where did he get the Zhu Rong’s seed How could he possibly summon Zhu Rong's true form”
"This is Zu Guanglie..." Mo Jingyu severed the connection with the puppet crow in time. At this moment, a pair of mechanical iron wings spread behind him, hovering beside Gongyang Bai's side. His voice was also heavy and unbreakable, "A man who nearly single-handedly slaughtered through Hangu Pass!"
In the midst of this vast, infinitely expanding inferno, Zuo Guanglie roared: "Who has the right to kill me!"
"Come on! Mo Jingyu!"
"Bai of the Gongyang!"
With a casual wave of his hand, he summoned a fire dragon that tore through the air, forcing Gongyang Bai Mo and the others to dodge in alarm.
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"What esteemed families! What prodigies! In front of me, you dare to claim such titles You are nothing but a bunch of weaklings, cowards, and incompetent fools!"
He seemed to be driven mad by the Zhu Rong's flame, losing his reason.
"National disgrace is a family shame, and it would take rivers and seas to wash it away!"
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He laughed, laughing so hard tears streamed down his face, but the tears were instantly evaporated.
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Here lies a fine head, who shall cut it off
"Whoever kills my body, only I; whoever burns my soul, only Zhu Rong!"
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Behind him loomed a majestic and powerful phantom, wielding a fiery dragon. Its overwhelming presence was suffocating.
"Who can kill me!"
Mo Jingyu drew his hand back, wanting to open the copper chest he carried and use his last resort. But his hands trembled uncontrollably, and he didn't have the strength to lift the lid.
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In his spiritual perception, there were no countryside fields, no ruined temples, not even a single human being. Only fire, only boundless flames. The surging heat almost distorted space and nearly incinerated his thoughts.
In the face of such overwhelming power, what was he different from those beggars who had died before him
A ray of cold light appeared on the horizon, coming from the west.
Gongyang Bai only caught a glimpse of this scene, and he felt like his eyes were being cut! He didn't have time to investigate, because the moment he saw it, the cold light had disappeared to Zuo Guanglie's side, circling past him!
Left Guanglie's roar came to an abrupt end.
"It's too noisy."
A young man in white suddenly appeared.
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He had an extremely cold face and stood sideways, as if he were always keeping his distance from the world.
He slowly sheathed his sword, his voice as calm and steady as still water.
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Zuo Guanglie's head fell with a sickening thud, rolling twice on the ground. But because he had used Boiling Blood Burning Soul, not a single drop of blood sprayed out.
It wasn't until then that a piercing, thunderous shriek ripped through the air!
That was the sound of a white-clad man's sword slicing through the sky!
Gongyang Bai and Mo Jingyu looked at each other, both seeing immense shock in each other's eyes.
“Li Yi, I am acting on the orders of His Highness, Yingwu...”
But Gongyang Bai had only just uttered these words when he clamped his mouth shut, not even having time to finish speaking. In the next instant, he picked up Zuo Guanglie's head and turned to flee.
Because the man in white had already turned his attention to him.
His gaze, his eyebrows, his eyes, even the corners of his lips, all had a sharpness like a sword. Yet his eyes were calm, almost gentle.
But within this gentleness lies a chilling indifference.
Whether they are gifted individuals descended from the ancient temples' hundred schools of thought, or renowned figures with illustrious bloodlines from prominent families throughout the land.
Nobody dared to ask why, nor did anyone dare speak another word.
Only hurried backs disappearing into the distance.
Left Guanglie died, but the Zhu Rong fireseed within him did not dissipate. It was still slowly expanding.
This power is not something that Zuo Guanglie, who has run out of fuel and light, can control at all. He is just a catalyst, a medium, using his genius and determination to allow the true power of Zhu Rong to be released in this world for a moment.
The man in white shook out a black token and stared silently.
Then the black token lay silent for a long time before a domineering voice boomed out, "We're even."
As soon as the voice fell, the extraordinary token, as if unable to bear the sound, shattered instantly into countless black flakes. They slid past Li Yi's fingertips and fell softly to the ground.
Not until all the Daoists had left and their tokens crumbled did Li Yi tilt his head slightly towards the expanding Zhu Rong fire seed.
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He extended a long, slender, white hand, his five fingers tucked into a pocket shape.
Until this moment, when no one was paying attention, he revealed a glimmer of childish innocence within his usual gentleness and coldness.
He whispered softly, "Boom!"
As the five fingers opened, it was precisely the moment when Zhu Rong's seed burst forth.
An invisible force restrained the explosion, preventing it from spreading. It only blew Liu Guanglie's body into countless pieces of flesh.
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Crimson flames bloomed passionately within this small space, radiating brilliance for a fleeting moment, gathering splendor within its confines.
This ultimate beauty was meant for his eyes only.
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Li Yi's lips twitched upward, but the movement disappeared in an instant.
The fireworks are over.
He did not even look at what remained of Zuo Guanglie's body, nor did he have the slightest bit of reluctance. With a flash of his sword, he vanished in an instant.
From start to finish, the fighting that took place in this nameless ruined watchtower drew not a single glance from anyone.
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To powerful cultivators, a weak nation like Zhuang Guo is of little concern. For Zhuang Guo's three thousand li expanse, Fenglin City is as small as dust. And even within the confines of tiny Fenglin City itself, this abandoned hut in the outskirts has long been forgotten.
But in this dilapidated Taoist temple, there were not entirely people.
That was a dying beggar, waiting only for death.
He had made ready for death and was waiting, but he did not die. He heard the whole extraordinary battle from beginning to end.
When the fighting ended, all returned to silence.
He is still alive.
He was either lucky, but the word luck seemed so incongruous with him. His tattered clothes, his emaciated appearance, even his almost absent breath, all spoke volumes of misfortune.
But he is still alive after all.
He thought for a moment, then struggled to roll over and out from under the table.
He gritted his teeth, summoning all his strength, and managed to stagger to his feet.
After all, he got up.
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From the offering table to outside the Taoist temple, there are a total of one hundred and thirty-seven steps.
From the Taoist temple gate to Zuo Guanglie's corpse, there were a total of three hundred and twenty-four steps.
The beggar silently counted his steps as he shuffled along, constantly telling himself, "I'm almost there."
It's almost there.
Every muscle in my body is protesting, trembling.
No one knows where he got the strength to keep going.
His astonishing perseverance went unnoticed by the audience.
Now he stood before Zuo Guanglie's corpse, this arduous journey finally at its end—if that pile of flesh could still be called a body.
He lowered himself slowly, so slowly that squatting became too tiring, so he simply sat down.
He was truly very ill. Even through the blemishes that made his features unrecognizable, one could still see a sickly pallor.
His hands were even trembling.
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Fumbling and trembling, he searched through the pile of scraps.
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A bottle!
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Upon opening that mass of unrecognizable flesh and blood, I discovered this half-severed jade bottle!
The mouth of the bottle was completely blown off, leaving only half the belly.
The beggar, suppressing a slightly labored breath, brought the jade bottle up to his face.
He carefully removed the piece of flesh wedged into the bottle's opening and peered into the bottom.
He saw the last, solitary, round, black pill in the bottle, and his breath hitched.
He recognized it, that was the elixir he had longed for, once obtained and then lost, the Kaimai Dan!u strive for, the best within your capabilities, truly the most lethal against your opponent"He slapped back, knocking the youthful gun from Ji Zhao Nan's hand."Holster your weapon, killing doesn't re...