Chapter 145

She had made a special trip all the way from the Great Song Empire just for this storytelling session.

The third private room in the East District.

"What a Sword God Li Chungang. I never expected the Listening to the Dynasty Pavilion to hide such a formidable figure."

Li Xunhuan shook his wine flask and said with a beaming smile.

He found the old Sword God's temperament—free, easy, and detached from worldly affairs—very much to his liking.

"In this world, I, Li Chungang, am the only swordsman; one man alone suppressed an entire Jianghu."

"Transforming into a Sword Mountain, making countless junior swordsmen look up in awe!"

"Such a figure, such a figure..."

Afei muttered to himself, so excited he was incoherent.

Before Su Chen's commentary began,

he could never have imagined that a swordsman could reach such heights.

He could not imagine that one person in this world could stun all the swordsmen under heaven with a single sword and suppress an entire Jianghu.

Yet Su Chen had imagined it, and even recounted the life of such a figure in vivid detail.

The sixth private room in the East District.

Yao Yue's breathing also quickened by three parts.

"Of the four great masters under heaven, the other three are all fame-seeking hypocrites; even if they joined forces to fight, one sword could break them."

"How arrogant Li Chungang is."

Yao Yue could not help but sigh.

Lian Xing said softly, "But he has the capital to be arrogant."

Before the age of thirty, he opened the Heavenly Gate with his sword, slew dragons when he met dragons, slew immortals when he met immortals, defeated all rivals under heaven with one sword, and sat firmly as the world's number one in the martial arts rankings.

Such a figure, even if he spoke the most arrogant words, others could only endure it.

The ninth private room in the East District.

Dongfang Bubai's eyes narrowed slightly.

So that was it.

Only now, as the storytelling ended for the day, did she finally understand.

Why Wang Xianzhi had been invincible for sixty years yet called himself the world's second.

Because that throne of the world's number one was reserved for this old Sword God who had drawn a line on the ground as a prison and confined himself for thirty years.

Everyone under heaven submitted to Wang Xianzhi.

And Wang Xianzhi revered Li Chungang as if he were a god.

As long as Li Chungang was alive, Wang Xianzhi would not claim the title of the world's number one.

This technique of contrast was used very cleverly.

It both highlighted Wang Xianzhi's grandmaster spirit,

and vividly portrayed Li Chungang's posture of being the most arrogant under heaven back then.

"I wish I could have been born in the same era as Li Chungang."

Dongfang Bubai sighed leisurely.

It was not that she wanted to contend with Li Chungang.

She simply wanted to pay homage to the style of this invincible Sword Immortal, known as the head of the Thirteen Armors of the Spring and Autumn period.

The world's number one.

How heavy this invincible title was.

Only he, Li Chungang, could let it go as he pleased and pick it up whenever he wanted.

What kind of invincible realm was this?

Su Chen had stopped for a long time.

But the main hall was still buzzing with discussion; everyone was savoring the content of this issue.

The Persimmon had entered the Jianghu.

He no longer had the groom Old Huang by his side, but he had gained many others.

The Prince of Northern Suppression, Xu Xiao, had spent a fortune this time, inviting out the old monster who had confined himself in the Listening to the Dynasty Pavilion for thirty years.

The old Sword God Li Chungang, who had once been the most arrogant in the Jianghu and sat firmly as the world's number one.

And Li Chungang's attitude was also very simple.

With him there, he would ensure the Young Master did not die.

The road of Jianghu was long and fraught with danger, but with this old Sword God for company, everyone felt incredibly secure.

At the same time, everyone was even more full of anticipation for the subsequent plot.

They wanted to see the Persimmon roam the Jianghu.

And they wanted even more to see that peerless old Sword God walk once again through the Jianghu he had already conquered.

"Boom!"

Just as everyone was still arguing endlessly, a terrifying pressure suddenly spread from the entrance.

Feeling this pressure, the crowd of Jianghu heroes in the hall changed color one after another and looked back.

Even the various Jianghu bigwigs in the third-floor private rooms narrowed their eyes at this moment and cast their gazes toward the entrance.

They saw the crowd at the entrance being parted to the left and right like waves, and a group of people strode in.

Seeing these people, almost everyone in the hall shivered coldly.

"Bright Left Envoy of the Ming Sect, Yang Xiao!"

"Leader of the Heaven-Eagle Sect, Yin Tianzheng!"

"Green-Winged Bat King, Wei Yixiao!"

"Iron-Crowned Daoist, Zhang Zhong!"

"Cloth-Bag Monk, Shuobude!"

Sharp-eyed people called out the names of these newcomers one by one, and the tense atmosphere in the hall grew heavier by three parts.

Bright Left Envoy Yang Xiao, White-Browed Eagle King Yin Tianzheng, Green-Winged Bat King Wei Yixiao, Iron-Crowned Daoist Zhang Zhong...

This was simply the all-star lineup of the Ming Sect during its heyday.

To be precise, it could only be considered half an all-star lineup.

It lacked the leader Yang Dingtian, who had dominated the world.

It lacked the Bright Right Envoy Fan Yao.

It lacked the two Dharma Kings, the Purple-Robed Dragon King and the Golden-Haired Lion King.

But even so, this lineup still made the Jianghu heroes in the entire hall tremble with fear.

Everyone seemed to have returned to twenty years ago, that terrifying era dominated by the Ming Sect.

What was going on?

What was the situation?

Hadn't these experts of the Ming Sect fallen apart after Yang Dingtian went missing?

Who could have imagined that these people would actually reunite twenty years later.

And come to the Tongfu Inn together.

Tears welled up!

Many experts of the Demonic Sect felt they could not control their tears.

Watching these Ming Sect experts who had once suppressed the entire Great Ming Jianghu reunite under one roof.

They felt their youth had returned.

The fourth private room in the South District.

Hua Manlou asked curiously, "Who are the people who have come? To actually cause such a big stir?"

"Hehe."