"How unbecoming is it to make a noise!"
Du Qiong said coldly, "If something important happens to the city lord and several deputy city lords, you will be blamed for your death!"
"Just a sword slave from the Tongtian realm."
His eyes turned.
It fell on Yuan Zhengyang in the distance, "Scare you into being like this? It's simply ridiculous! I think you are staying too peacefully in the inner city!"
"do not forget."
"Even the sword cultivators of Guiyi Realm, the city lord also suppressed a lot of them back then!"
Hear the words.
All the guards were submissive, they were all ashamed of their previous performance.
Yeah!
What's so scary about a mere sword slave in the Tongtian realm?
"Great Commander!"
An Infinite Realm monk said calmly, "You stay here for a moment, I'll go and kill him!"
"Wait a minute."
Just as he was about to take action, he was stopped by Du Qiong.
Turn your eyes again.
It fell on Yuan Zhengyang again.
Standing at the top of the city, he stood condescendingly, with his hands behind his back, and said calmly, "Sword slave, tell me your name."
"Sword cultivator, Yuan Zhengyang."
"Yuan Zhengyang?"
Hearing this name, Du Qiong's eyes flashed, and he suddenly remembered that when he was patrolling the inner city, he passed by the city lord
When I was at home, I heard some noises.
That chicken.
I seem to have said this name many times!
"Oh it's you."
Thinking of this, he said expressionlessly, "I can't believe that your fate is so great that you are still alive... Tell me!"
"say what?"
"Last words."
Du Qiong said indifferently, "My elder brother is kind-hearted. Before killing someone, there is a rule. The other person can leave a last message."
"me too!"
"Say your last words and then die."
No one dared to speak.
Almost everyone in Zhenjian City knows this weird rule between the two brothers.
"..."
Yuan Zhengyang was silent for a moment.
"My whole life."
He said softly, "I don't have the amazing talents of my seniors and my junior brother, I don't have the extraordinary qualifications of my peers, I don't have the opportunities of those lucky people, and I don't have the good luck of those who are lucky."
"I'm just an ordinary person."
"But, so what?"
His eyes turned and fell at his feet, and he continued, "So what if it's ordinary? So what if it's ordinary? Others say I can't go far, others say I can't be a sword cultivator, so I won't leave? So I won't practice swordsmanship anymore?"
"my way!"
"I walked by myself!"
"If the mountain is not mine, I will be the mountain! So what if I walk slowly? As long as I keep on the road... that's enough."
The voice fell.
He took steps towards the city head, his face calm and his eyes indifferent.
Walking very steadily and solidly.
Just like his life experience, average qualifications, and no talent for practicing swordsmanship, others use running or even flying skills, but he can only use walking.
Each step.
They will leave a deep footprint on the bluestone ground, just like he has wielded the Hidden Edge Sword countless times over the past few days. Every time he swings the sword, he has used all his strength!
Born like an ant, one should have the ambition to be a swan.
Life is as thin as paper, you should have an unyielding heart.
I go my own way.
Chapter completed!