[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-cursed-blade-s-walk":3,"chapter-the-cursed-blade-s-walk-the-cursed-blade-s-walk-chapter-706":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Cursed Blade's Walk",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2263011,4415,"Chapter 706: The Might of the Divine Fist","the-cursed-blade-s-walk-chapter-706",706,"\u003Cp>Are modern people inferior to the ancients?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Yan’s heart tightened; he quickly turned his head to look around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This notion has long existed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It resembles the Confucian school’s habit of invoking “ancient sages” and “the rule of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors” to criticize the present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some martial artists believe the ancient era was the golden age of martial arts, especially during times of war, when warriors capable of holding off ten thousand enemies emerged endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, martial arts have been in steady decline, and many supreme techniques have been lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Yan did not care about this claim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kong Hui was heretical and had once been the Emperor’s tutor; he had seen dynasties rise and fall, so he was surely no rigid traditionalist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only possibility was that he was buying time!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could he be waiting for Zhao Qingxu’s rescue…?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Mingzi and Pei Zongti beside him clearly realized this too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a single glance, they gave orders; the personnel on the perimeter immediately shifted their positions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Commandant’s Office also dispatched several squads of musketeers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of them had awakened supernatural abilities and moved with perfect coordination, covering the area with concentrated firepower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were the imperial unit specifically trained to confront Grand Masters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Yan felt curious—under such heavy defense, would Zhao Qingxu still dare to show himself…?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, chaos surged; at the center, there was utter silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind and sand blew past, as if Kong Hui’s mocking words still lingered in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To everyone’s surprise, Wan Shengying, who had narrowly lost, did not grow angry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He merely stood in place, eyes closed in deep thought, as if still savoring the previous battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, suddenly opening his eyes, he bowed calmly and said: “Indeed, I still lack something. Farewell!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, he picked up his spear and walked away without looking back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The men of Wan Sheng Escort Agency, watching from the perimeter, exchanged uneasy glances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their large-scale mobilization had been partly meant to establish dominance—after all, that was the business they were in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wan Shengying was one of the relatively younger and more active Grand Masters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no one expected him to lose outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Dong Changxing on the left wall suddenly spoke in a hoarse voice: “Wan, young brother, it seems you’ve gained insight. At your age and talent, if we were to choose the Ten Grand Masters again, you would surely claim one of the seats.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wan Shengying’s cousin, Wan Sanshan, chief escort of the Wan Sheng Escort Agency, bowed gratefully and then led his men away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Dong Changxing’s words, no one in the martial world would dare speak ill again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Grand Masters could not escape the web of human relationships.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kong Hui glanced at him coolly and sneered: “Looks like you’ve truly grown old—trying to accumulate karmic favor for your disciples, yet still depending on whether they prove worthy. If one turns out unworthy, all dignity and reputation vanish. In the end, only yourself can be relied upon. Shall I show you a path?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dong Changxing stroked his beard and sighed: “My life has been open and upright—that is enough. I have no wish to become a rat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough idle talk!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Huo Yin, who had remained silent until now, suddenly spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he finished speaking, the immense pressure he had suppressed for so long erupted violently!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a volcanic eruption, like a wave rising from flat ground!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An indescribable, terrifying pressure instantly engulfed the entire scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neigh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The horses around them neighed in terror; the spirit hounds urinated and defecated in panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the white fox and the two rats whimpered and dove into Lu San’s arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air grew thick and heavy as mercury, like a wall pressing down from the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Yan’s eye twitched; he clenched his fist tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the Ten Grand Masters of Shenzhou, Huo Yin was Emperor Xiao Qixuan’s personal bodyguard, having followed him through his rise to power and countless northern and southern campaigns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he held the position of Grand Master of the Divine Fist Association and was called by the martial world a “hunting dog Grand Master,” his combat strength was undeniably among the very top.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his prime, he had fought Cheng Jianxian to a standstill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, with his aura unleashed—even though primarily aimed at Kong Hui—Li Yan’s muscles tensed involuntarily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the true realm of a Grand Master!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the Golden Core stage comes Gangjin; when martial intent coalesces, one enters another realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the weaker ones can crush opponents with sheer aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The strongest at the peak of Gangjin can even summon Gangsha Qi to break through magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond that lies Xiantian—Gangjin flows effortlessly, and ordinary sorcerers are no match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After reaching the peak of Xiantian, one may compete for the title of Grand Master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It is both an honor and a means to refine one’s martial intent to reach a higher level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For example, Wu Qu’s father, Wu Zhong, the Iron Lion of Cangzhou, was also at the peak of Xiantian and renowned far and wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when he lost the contest for Grand Master status, his path ended, and he carried regret to his grave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This process seemed to involve a battle on a spiritual level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Yan did not understand it, but seeing Huo Yin’s aura, he felt no will to fight—his body instinctively wanted to retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even they were like this; Kong Hui, at the storm’s center, bore the brunt of the pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good, good—truly impressive!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kong Hui took a slight step back with his left foot, bent his body slightly, and recited a hand seal again with his left hand hidden in his sleeve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing Huo Yin, he dared not waste another word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without any hesitation, Huo Yin struck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped forward, and the blue bricks beneath his feet instantly cracked and sank, forming a spiderweb-shaped fissure five meters in diameter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A violent wind surged, swirling dust and sand; the entire street was thrown into chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sha Li fei cried out, quickly shielding his face with his hands from the dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Li Yan was startled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Cheng Jianxian’s attack was like a celestial being descending, effortless and transcendent, then Huo Yin’s was like the sky collapsing—an invincible aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Divine Fist…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Mingzi was also drawn in, staring fixedly at the scene, murmuring to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, “Divine Fist” was Huo Yin’s nickname.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It came both from his position as head of the Divine Fist Association and from his fist technique having reached divine mastery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rumors said his talent was astonishing—he studied hundreds of fist styles and fused them into one, achieving the state of returning to simplicity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His disciples, no matter which fist style they practiced, could easily receive his guidance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless disciples of the Divine Fist Association regarded him as a god.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kong Hui, also a Grand Master, felt it even more acutely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sensed a solidified fist force had locked onto him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No flashy preliminaries—just a plain, straightforward punch—yet it made him feel there was no escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shhh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kong Hui’s left hand formed a seal as he swiftly stepped back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He used “Sangyu Step” from the Yin Script Eight Sections again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stepping backward in the funeral direction, he traced the Nine Palaces, his body flickering as three shadows retreated simultaneously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the three transformations of “Sangyu Step”: the departure, the guiding of the soul, and the burial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Previously, when dodging musket fire, he had used only one transformation; now he used all three at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, he was a Grand Master famed for his footwork.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huo Yin’s punch shot out, appearing instantly where Kong Hui had stood; the surrounding dust and sand coalesced into a massive fist-shaped mass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Formed from Gangsha Qi, it appeared solid, and the airwave exploded outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kong Hui’s three shadows scattered just in time, barely avoiding it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They flickered apart and merged again, black mist and resentful Qi spreading everywhere, the figures twisting grotesquely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simultaneously, a mournful, wailing sound filled every ear:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alas! My master is no more…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yan Hui died young!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zi Lu was minced!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alas! The Eight Rows danced in the court!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ritual and music have collapsed!” Many soldiers who heard it grew dizzy, wept uncontrollably, and even vomited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those with stronger spiritual perception saw hallucinations flood their vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They seemed to see the vast, towering palace halls, where the black-robed scholar screamed as the statues of the Confucian Saints crumbled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is Kong Hui’s ‘Yin Wen Bagu’—the ‘Cry of the Ancestral Temple’!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Yan shouted to Luo Mingzi, his face filled with shock: “This technique imitates the mourning rituals of the Confucian Temple during the spring and autumn Ding sacrifices—it is this demon’s ultimate weapon, where each phrase conceals a Yin incantation from the Eight Sufferings’ Obsessions, specifically crafted to shatter a martialist’s gang jin and a sorcerer’s protective spells.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He deliberately spoke aloud, also as an indirect warning to Huo Yin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, it was clearly unnecessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huo Yin’s face remained expressionless; he turned his back and struck again with a thunderous punch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surrounding air trembled; the swirling dust and sand froze mid-air, as if the very air had solidified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kong Hui’s “Cry of the Ancestral Temple” was significantly weakened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Li Yan had suspected, Kong Hui used this method to break through Huo Yin’s protective gang qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alongside the “Cry of the Ancestral Temple,” he simultaneously unleashed his killing technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three spectral shadows—each wielding a different martial art: “Funeral Hands,” “Pan Geng Yin Whip,” and “Historian’s Piercing Heart Sword.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This method was as astonishing as creating bodily doubles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Yan could not fathom how it was accomplished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet before Huo Yin, it was utterly useless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One punch sealed it, shattering the power of the “Cry of the Ancestral Temple.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately after, another ordinary Black Tiger Grabs Heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike before, this punch was utterly simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No howling gang wind, no rippling airwaves, not even a whisper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the instant the fist advanced, Kong Hui felt as if plunged into an ice cavern—his face drained of all color!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt utterly isolated and rejected by heaven and earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surrounding space seemed to harden and compress, pinning him in place!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Retreat? Evade? Block?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every thought was mercilessly crushed beneath this pure, ultimate fist intent!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Roar—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kong Hui let out a furious bellow, pouring all his strength into his crossed arms before his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His entire body was wrapped in Yin-evil resentment Qi, resembling a demon god.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Yan frowned slightly upon seeing this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t expected Kong Hui to possess such a technique—it bore a faint resemblance to his own Divine Transformation Art, granting temporary enhancement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, it was equally useless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fist arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under Huo Yin’s terrifying punch, Kong Hui’s arms shattered like rotten wood, bones cracking with a sickening, teeth-grinding sound—snapped clean off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The terrifying force did not pause for an instant; it shattered his arms and slammed hard into his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several ribs snapped like dry twigs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kong Hui was struck as if by a mountain colliding head-on—he flew backward violently, leaving a trail of shocking blood spray across the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crashed through a thick brick wall, finally embedding himself deep into the rear wall like a torn sack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh… huh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood frothed from his mouth; his limbs hung limp as mud, his breath withered to the barest whisper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dust slowly settled; the entire scene fell deathly silent, save for heartbeats drumming like war drums.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huo Yin merely slowly retracted his fist, his aura dissipating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if that earth-shattering strike had been nothing more than brushing away dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took one step forward and instantly stood before Kong Hui, grievously wounded, embedded in the wall, unconscious and near death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pat! Pat! Pat!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand shot out like lightning, sealing every meridian and blood channel on Kong Hui’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Quick!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Mingzi immediately ordered the Enforcement Hall’s elite forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a clinking sound, specially made heavy copper rings snapped shut around Kong Hui’s broken limbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Iron chains inscribed with sealing runes pierced through his scapulae, and several vermilion blood talismans were precisely affixed to his dantian, third eye, and other key points.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With all these measures, even if Kong Hui were a Earth Immortal, he could no longer resist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, other items were seized; among them, a white porcelain bottle contained the antidote to the underground river’s poison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Take him away! Lock him in the Enforcement Hall’s Son of Heaven Dungeon! Guard him strictly—no mistakes!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pei Zongti’s voice was stern, tinged with relief: “Immediately send teams to the location he revealed and fully investigate to eliminate the underground river contamination!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The already unconscious Kong Hui was dragged away by the Enforcement Hall personnel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Roar!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Ba let out a low growl, eyes bloodshot, ready to charge forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kong Hui was one of the masterminds behind Wu Qu’s murder; Wu Ba had long held back, determined to kill him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not yet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Yan quickly blocked him, speaking gravely to Luo Mingzi: “After we extract the intelligence, we’ll use his head to sacrifice to Wu Qu.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rest assured.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Mingzi nodded softly: “You’ll join the interrogation later.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they discussed this, Pei Zongti stepped forward and bowed respectfully to Huo Yin and Dong Changxing, the two Grand Masters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Today, the capital is blessed! Thanks entirely to your intervention, Grand Masters—you turned the tide!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hah~ this old man contributed nothing,” Dong Changxing chuckled, stroking his beard, then drifted away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though humble, all could see his movements had completely blocked Kong Hui’s escape routes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Huo Yin, he merely nodded slightly and said: “It is my duty.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, he turned and walked away, hands clasped behind his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, his figure vanished from sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, murmurs erupted around them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you see that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To witness a Grand Master’s power—my life is complete…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Wang, did you gain anything?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Liu, how could you ask that? If I understood it, I wouldn’t be standing here chatting with you…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder they were excited—even the most disciplined soldiers would boast of this for years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Li Yan and his group remained silent, following the Enforcement Hall away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Capturing Kong Hui today yielded great gains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But many questions remained: the secrets of the Nine Gates’ Yin Ruins, Zhao Qingxu’s whereabouts, the Jianmu conspiracy…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps many mysteries would soon be solved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sweeping manhunt finally ended under the Grand Masters’ thunderous strikes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soldiers around began withdrawing to camp; barricades on the streets were cleared away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The streets reopened; the civilians trapped in corners sighed in relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some even began speculating whether the night curfew would still be enforced after the demon’s capture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As foot traffic gradually returned to the streets, a face emerged from the shadows of the second floor of a distant inn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wearing a felt hat, dressed in brocade, fingers adorned with jewels—it was Wang She in disguise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the bustling street, he still trembled with lingering fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The night temple branch had been destroyed, and he had taken Kong Hui to meet Zhao Qingxu—barely escaping disaster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recalling the battle, he shakily raised his cup, whispering in a trembling voice:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I never thought even Master Kong would fall.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No good. I can’t stay in this capital…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, he drained the cup and swiftly left the inn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the alleys and backstreets of the capital, Wang She circled several times, thoroughly confirming he wasn’t followed, before arriving at an unremarkable civilian home. He glanced around, then softly tapped the iron ring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come in…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A casual voice sounded; Wang She hurried inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the small courtyard, a man in blue robes stood with his back turned, tending to a potted landscape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The landscape was carved from Shoushan stone—identical to the Pantao tree of the fearsome Queen Mother…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2636,"2026-06-19T18:28:35.913Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","3d3aefa007da6fe9f5e119eb5a148661d438e8eefbee91526e7cf00ef2f5840a","the-cursed-blade-s-walk-chapter-707","the-cursed-blade-s-walk-chapter-705",801,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-cursed-blade-s-walk-cover.jpg"]