That enormous sword was truly massive. In terms of size, it was in no way inferior to the Asura Evil Spirit — it blotted out the sky and stretched for several miles, casting a colossal shadow across the ground below.
Moreover, this golden greatsword emanated a dense imperial aura. Not only was a massive dragon carved upon its surface, but as it swung through the air, it continuously released roars of dragon song.
Faintly, one could see the phantom silhouette of a great dragon dancing in tandem with the golden dragon sword. And this phantom was even larger than the previous golden dragon — even larger than the Asura Evil Spirit itself.
Whoosh—
Suddenly, the golden dragon greatsword surged forward with explosive speed, transforming into a streak of golden light that cleaved across the sky in a horizontal arc. It sliced straight through the dark dragon that the Asura Evil Spirit had transformed into, cutting it cleanly in two.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
In rapid succession, the golden dragon greatsword swung several more times, slicing the Asura Evil Spirit's dark dragon form into pieces. The dark dragon shattered into countless wisps of dark-black energy that fled in every direction.
The dark-black energy first broke through the city's barrier, then streaked into the deep mountains beyond. Another thunderous boom rang out — clearly, it had shattered the barrier around the mountain range as well.
The Asura Evil Spirit had been defeated. Not only defeated — it had fled.
Witnessing this scene, the members of the
All along, they had believed that today would bring their doom. But just as despair had nearly taken hold, a golden dragon greatsword had appeared out of nowhere and, with an aura of absolute divine might, vanquished the seemingly invincible Asura Evil Spirit.
"It's Lord Longjian! That's Lord Longjian's imperial weapon — the Heavenly Dragon Golden Sword!"
"Lord Longjian must have intervened!"
"Yes, it has to be Lord Longjian. Only he could defeat that monster!"
Suddenly, someone cried out in exclamation. After that, similar exclamations erupted one after another as the people realized the truth. Within the Nangong Imperial Clan, the strongest was not the Clan Master, nor the three Grand Elders — it was
At that moment, despite the devastation the Nangong Imperial Clan had suffered, jubilant cheers erupted throughout the city. People were overjoyed, practically bursting with excitement.
Their joy came from having survived. They had lived through a brush with death and emerged on the other side, having escaped the clutches of that terrifying monster.
However, just as the members of the Nangong Imperial Clan raised their arms in celebration, the enormous golden dragon sword suddenly flashed with light and vanished.
Deep within the mountains beyond the vast city of the Nangong Imperial Clan, the imperial weapon — the Heavenly Dragon Golden Sword — reappeared. But this time, it was no longer the sky-obscuring colossus. Instead, it had transformed into a golden sword nine feet in length.
This golden sword flew deep into the forest, arriving at a place of birdsong and fragrant flowers.
There were peaks here, and waterfalls, and before the waterfall stood a man. The golden sword flew steadily into his hand.
The man had jet-black hair that hung past his waist, dark as ink, swaying gently in the wind. His bearing was extraordinary.
He was also remarkably handsome. His true age was impossible to guess, but the face he presented now was that of a strikingly charismatic middle-aged man.
Though both his appearance and his presence were exceptional, his eyes held not a single trace of emotion. He seemed to be a man without feeling, untouched and unaffected by anything in the world.
Whoosh—
Whoosh—
Whoosh—
Whoosh—
The very instant the imperial weapon settled into his hand, four figures descended one after another. They were the three Grand Elders of the Nangong Imperial Clan and the current Clan Master — Nangong Beidou.
"Nangong Longjian, I truly don't know what to say to you. You still bear the Nangong surname, and yet…"