Especially like the Nine Towns, not only surviving but also developing so powerfully, there must be aspects worth Great Xia learning from.
No matter how smart Xia Hong is, wisdom is limited. Only by constantly broadening his horizons, learning from the strengths of many, and integrating the current situation of the camp, can he find the system most beneficial for the development of Great Xia.
The other eight towns, as soon as they saw the inspection system of Beishuo was effective, didn’t they all follow quickly and emulate it?
If they can, naturally Great Xia can too.
As Xia Hong pondered, his flying speed did not decrease. Realizing he had flown nearly two hundred kilometers east, he immediately descended to the ground, gathered his energy, and continued to approach the destination on foot.
Lu Yang had long sent the plete map of Beishuo’s territory, including the schematics of the other Nine Towns, back to Xia City, so Xia Hong was well aware of the precise location of Beishuo City.
After walking another three to four kilometers, a majestic black iron wall stretching approximately fifteen kilometers from north to south slowly came into view.
It had been over eight years since Yang and Li came to Redwood Ridge.
Eying Beishuo City, which he had only heard about in rumors, after eight years was slightly disorienting for Xia Hong, even if its scale was somewhat inferior to Great Xia’s. After all, it was the first time he’d seen a town-level camp on par with Great Xia.
"The distance to the wall is about five kilometers; Beishuo’s main gate is to the east, facing Moao Mountain, so this western side should be the rear gate. It shouldn’t be hard for me to slip in from the northern wall."
Although Lu Yang had already gathered extensive information about Beishuo, Xia Hong wanted to see the situation in the city for himself, so he changed direction, went around to the north, and then proceeded southward toward the wall.
However, after walking two kilometers, he was suddenly surprised.
"Why hasn’t the wall’s size changed?"
From far to near, the closer one gets, the larger the wall should appear to Xia Hong.
But after walking two kilometers forward, the northern wall appeared unchanged in size to him.
Xia Hong furrowed his brows, first observing the surrounding environment, then swiftly covered two kilometers more, and once again looked up at the wall, his gaze suddenly sharp.
The surrounding environment changed, but the wall’s size stayed the same.
So what was with the four kilometers he had just walked?
Xia Hong suddenly thought of something, and a faint light gathered quietly in his left eye.
Woosh......
However, before he could take a closer look, a violent gust suddenly pressed down from above his head.
"Sure enough, there’s something fishy!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Xia Hong drew the narrow blade from his waist, not to block the overhead attack, but with a fierce glint in his eye, he launched himself into the air, swinging fiercely at the ining wind.
A silver long spear suddenly descended from the sky, its tip aiming directly at Xia Hong’s head with fierce force.
The owner of the long spear possessed terrifying power, causing a circular vacuum area with the spear’s tip as the center, affecting the airflow within a radius of two to three miles. In an instant, the shock waves destroyed all surrounding snowflakes and trees, blasting them outward.
However, such an astounding blow was forced back by Xia Hong!
The blade Xia Hong swung upwards had a momentum no smaller than the long spear’s, with the silver-white blade soaring from the ground, instantly raising hundreds of meters of snow mist, forcefully filling in the vacuum zone, even surpassing the opponent, striking the horizontal shaft of the long spear.
The long spear’s owner hadn’t expected Xia Hong to be so powerful. When the blade came, he hastily twisted the spear, using its hardest spearhead to block Xia Hong’s attack.
Clang......
After the brief clash of blade and spear in mid-air, the attacker was forced back more than a hundred meters.
The shock wave from their clash immediately dispersed the snow mist Xia Hong had lifted, and in mid-air, merely over a hundred meters apart, the two could clearly see each other’s faces.
The spear’s owner was a tall, thin middle-aged man, dressed in gold silk, with a calm demeanor, sharp eyes, and an unfaltering bearing.
The silver long spear he held was about a zhang long, not a traditional spear from Xia Hong’s memory. It resembled a long spear with a pointed tip, with an added half-meter-long heavy hammer-like section at the front, covered in silver spikes, resembling the wolf-tooth mace style of the Zao Yang Spear.
"Strength over four hundred units, not too strong. The ability to influence the airflow within miles is thanks to that uniquely shaped long spear in his hand, possibly pure silver and weighing over a million pounds!"
For a weapon of silver, over a million pounds, pressed to this size, Xia Hong could almost conclude that the long spear in his hand was definitely at the Ten Thousand Forging Level.
He looked down at the nick on the Dragon Sparrow Saber in his hand, his expression slightly grave.
The original Dragon Sparrow had long been broken by Li Xuanling. This one in his hand now was personally forged by Mu Dong three years ago.
"The outer layer is wrapped in nine thousand catties of silver, inside is ten thousand-forged iron, with a total weight of over five hundred thousand catties, yet there’s already a nick after one clash."
Good thing he didn’t bring the Cold Blood Blade; it would have been even more embarrassing.
"Attacking without reason, is this how Beishuo treats guests?"
Seeing the other maintaining a vigilant expression, Xia Hong, although somewhat guessing his identity, chose not to directly expose it but first questioned the reason for the ambush.
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