Aliu and Bing Hongcai were not far away when the chaser suddenly felt a chill rise up his spine, causing him to shiver slightly, his eyes changing expression as he gritted his teeth and said,
"Cloud Swallowing Spear... has he gone mad?"
"Facing over a hundred opponents, including masters of his own level, it’s practically suicide..."
Aliu narrowed his eyes and said,
"No, there are two kinds of people who won’t be harmed."
"The top experts in Jianghu, and..."
In an instant, they had already engaged each other below.
A violent surge of energy exploded, and within moments, the bodies of more than a dozen martial artists were flung away like rags, the rich surge of energy moving as if it had substance.
In that tangible surge of energy, a middle-aged man over thirty-seven years old had his eyes wide open in rage, vivid as if he were a youth.
Aliu’s gaze froze and after a few breaths, he finally said,
"A fierce warrior from the Military Family."
His aura blazed to the skies!
The more enemies there were, the crazier the spear in his hand became, like the claws and fangs of a ferocious tiger. None in front of him could withstand even a moment. In just a few breaths, he had covered a distance of over one hundred meters, piercing through the corridor filled with martial artists, among them many skilled fighters and even those of his own level.
Bing Hongcai’s eyes widened.
Anger filled his eyes and his facial muscles twitched slightly as he spoke slowly, his voice very low yet deliberate as if struggling with uncontrollable fury, as if speaking any faster would turn his words into roars and bellows.
"How could the Military Family let such a warrior wander in Jianghu?!"
Aliu didn’t know how to respond, paused for a moment, and then said,
"Cloud Swallowing Swordsman, Gongsun Jing."
"Origin, Divine Martial Mansion."
Bing Hongcai opened his mouth, his anger bursting like a punctured ball, disappearing instantly, leaving only exhaustion on his face.
Aliu did not continue, just watching the warrior below fight more fiercely and invincibly, quietly murmuring in his heart.
Five thousand people in the Divine Martial Mansion.
Only thirty-seven in the Commanding Generals Camp.
Gongsun Jing...
He was the youngest one back then.
The last sword in the hands of the man in black was flung away, while the middle-aged scholar had already fallen to the ground, a large hole in his throat.
The man in black, driven to despair, used his fingers as a sword, suddenly lashing out, mobilizing Vital Energy to tear toward Gongsun Jing’s neck with a several meters long Sword Qi. Even among equals, it was meaningless; however, a desperate attack like this even shattered his Dantian.
Gongsun raised his hand and crushed that Sword Qi outright.
Blood flowed from his left hand, and the spear in his right had already pierced the heart of the man in black.
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Utter silence fell over the scene.
Gongsun Jing staggered a few steps, pulled the spear from his hand, looked around at the bloodshed, his own blood still boiling, yet felt an indescribable loneliness and melancholy. He lowered his head to look at the bleeding left hand, his eyes grew distant, and he murmured softly,
"Great Marshal, Ajing has become very strong..."
"Very strong..."
In the memory, the warmly smiling scholar lifted his hand to touch his own hair and said,
"Your name is a bit too rustic, it doesn’t match with our Divine Martial Mansion."
"I’ll give you a new name, Jing."
"Meaning to pacify the world."
"How about it, Ajing?"
That smile gradually shattered, under the winter sun, Gongsun Jing’s face was covered with tears.
In his body, it seemed as if some chains had finally broken, releasing a faint crackling noise. The warrior, who had been like a walking corpse, had entered the Divine Martial Fighting General Camp at the age of sixteen and then wasted nearly twenty years. At this moment, he finally let go of himself.
The energy around him slowly climbed upward.
Reaching the peak of the Sixth Rank.
PS: Memories of Gongsun Jing, and then the Gongsun character card comes online.
Wind, wind, great wind, is borrowed from Zhang Yimou’s movie setting, the Great Qin Army.