Published: March 9, 2025
A night passed.
After spending a night in this place, scarier than a Mass Grave, the thoughts of 'life and death are nothing' and 'human lives are as cheap as grass' were completely awakened within Wang Dao.
Indeed, in just one day and night here, more than ten thousand people had died!
Corpses were seen at every turn; sometimes, stepping out meant having to tread over two bodies. In such an environment, Wang Dao grew rapidly, surprisingly fast.
By the next day, he had already learned to hide himself to kill, killing for the sake of killing.
As he watched one ruthless and arrogant martial artist after another fall under his blade, Wang Dao slowly felt his blood boil!
I want to grow, I want to improve!
I am Wang Dao, the Sword of the King!
Wang Dao's resolve grew stronger!
By the fourth night, the battered figure of Wang Dao vanished into the darkness; he was going back to report.
Because Chu Yang had said: Four days! If you are still alive, come back! If you are dead, then so be it!
Now, he was still alive!
So he returned.
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Looking at Wang Dao, Chu Yang's eyes held a mix of appreciation and seriousness.
His progress was undoubtedly tremendous!
However, what Chu Yang valued the most was the unrestrained, chilling killing intent emanating from Wang Dao, which was even more shocking.
This was because he still didn’t know how to fully restrain and hide his killing intent.
Thus, the fact that he could survive four days in the Vast Mountain was itself a miracle!
A miracle belonging to an assassin!
"Wang Dao, what I’m going to teach you next is how to be a qualified assassin! A true assassin! The very best assassin!" Chu Yang said softly, "First and foremost, the most important thing for an assassin is to know how to hide themselves, their killing intent, shape, and trail…"
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Across from him, Wang Dao listened intently, diligently committing every word that Chu Yang said to memory, engraving it deeply in his heart.
Late at night.
Wang Dao, like a wisp of black smoke, rushed back to the Vast Mountain once again.
Killing was the only way to enhance the assassin’s precision!
What Wang said is true, I am at peace and clear of conscience; even if I kill throughout the world, what does it matter?
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In three days, not a few sects continued to arrive, and this time, many superior sects came, the kind whose strength and influence surpassed even the iron blood alliance.
Lingxiao Sect arrived!
The Dreamlike Pavilion of the Mundane World arrived.
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There were also various large and small sects arriving, and Purple Cloud City had truly become the core—a massive center of the martial arts whirlpool!
In the face of such a situation, all the Eastern Sovereign Heaven's officials could do was to try their best to restrain the populace.
As long as the people were unharmed, everything was negotiable; the rest, let the martial artists stir as they wished.
The more that died, the easier management would be in the future.
In the Nine Heavens Pavilion, martial artists were not in short supply!
It was rare to have such a significant event that could gather people together…
If all the martial arts factions were to suffer heavy losses, that would be great! That would be what the officials truly wished to see…
Small sects and wandering martial artists were fighting fiercely.
They all knew: at present, the real large sects, the real powers had arrived, and it was basically impossible for them to gain any benefits. They could only showcase their own strength, hoping to drink some of the soup…
However, during these few days, due to the absence of the sword's owner, everyone’s emotions had somewhat faded. The conflicts of these days were merely a continuation of the previous ones; no new grudges or enmities arose.
On the contrary, those large sects remained very composed.
Without changes, they awaited changes; only when changes occurred did they need to take it seriously!
Although nearly every sect dispatched experts, they all merely observed for a while, testing the sword's power slightly, before swiftly retreating.