A single sword silenced the entire room. After a brief mont of deathly stillness, a wave of sharp gasps swept through the crowd.
Who would have thought that the sword of the Forr Chief Military Commander would actually appear here? And that it would be brought to the Zuo Family, of all places…
"In the first battle at Qingyuan River, this very sword slew a host of Imperial Clan mbers! In the subsequent national wars, it was this sword that nailed the Barbaric New Sovereign to Phoenix Water Mountain. And in the most recent battle at Qingyuan River, this sword completely obliterated the three great Imperial Clans! A multitude of powerful nobles and aristocrats also beca spirits slain by its edge."
Blood stained the yellow sands; even in prosperous tis, the wicked were put down.
This sword was like the sole, brightest star in the sky during an endless polar night. No matter how dark the night or how cold the wind, this star, ever-present, always brought people light, warmth, and hope for a better future.
The man who wielded this sword was, without a doubt, the leader of this era. Perhaps this era would even be transford by him, undergoing an earth-shattering tamorphosis.
Don't you see? Whether it was the Imperial Clan, the noble houses, or even the Biluo Sword Valley, he killed them as he saw fit. The surviving aristocratic families were all cowed into submission, no longer daring to act recklessly.
Soone from a great family once uttered a curse, hoping this Forr Chief Military Commander would not live past thirty and would die a violent death in the wilderness. Just imagine, how utterly desperate must a powerful noble from an influential family be to spout a vicious oath worthy of a commoner or a three-year-old child? If they had even a glimr of hope left, they would not have stooped so low.
This man was a god. In the past, he was the officially appointed War God of the State. Now, in this era of peace and prosperity, he had transford into a god of slaughter, slaying the corrupt with his sword. But on second thought, wasn't this also a way of protecting the nation?
An ancient saying warns that a thousand-mile dam can be destroyed by an ant's nest. Before the dam, what does it matter how fiercely the waves crash against it? History is a mirror. When a behemoth grows to a certain size, the only thing that can destroy it is itself.
This sword, and the people of this generation, would all beco first-hand witnesses to the rise of a new God of Slaughter. Perhaps they would even be fortunate enough to witness the transformation of an entire era.
Therefore, although it was just a sword, everyone present understood the extraordinary significance it represented as clearly as if they were looking in a mirror.
Even Yu Feng and the other high-ranking mbers of the academy, who had steeled themselves for this, couldn't help but feel their hearts tremble at the sight of the blade. That young man really did as he said.
Beside them, Zuo Yuanfei's pupils contracted. He stared at the Traveling Dragon Sword for a mont before his deep, icy eyes refocused on Wei Yunhai.
"I told you," Wei Yunhai declared, wiping the blood from his lips with the back of his hand. His face was ashen, but his back was ramrod straight as he t Zuo Yuanfei's gaze. "The Zuo Family cannot suppress the truth!"
A powerful wave of righteousness emanated from him. In that instant, Zuo Yuanfei and the heads of the other prominent families felt a flicker of confusion, as if a veil had been torn away, leaving them completely exposed under a scorching sun. Instinctively, everyone present averted their eyes, holding their breath.
"Dad, it's just a sword! Even if that man himself were here, our Zuo Family could easily crush him!"
The arrogant Zuo Fan's outburst not only shattered the near-frozen atmosphere but also made many hearts leap in shock. His words could not have been more presumptuous.
As expected, Zuo Yuanfei rebuked him coldly, "Shut up!"
His frigid glare made Zuo Fan shiver, yet he still held his head high and retorted defiantly, "I just haven't gone looking for him these past two days. Otherwise, that sword would already be my war trophy."
SLAP!
Furious, Zuo Yuanfei slapped Zuo Fan across the face with the back of his hand. "You reckless fool! Do you really think you're the Heavenly King himself?"
Zuo Fan stood completely stunned, clutching his stinging cheek. He opened his mouth to say more, but Zuo Long, who was standing beside him, grabbed his arm and shook his head, warning him to be quiet.
"Hmph!" Zuo Fan spun around in a rage and stomped away. A mont later, the roar of an engine echoed from the backyard.
Zuo Yuanfei was ntally and physically drained. While the Zuo Family was indeed at the pinnacle of power in Cangyun City, they were not yet capable of disregarding the Forr Chief Military Commander. Fortunately, his family had already established a connection with the Imperial Clan. With that safeguard in place, they wouldn't be truly intimidated by a re sword.
Taking a deep breath, Zuo Yuanfei was about to speak, but when his eyes fell upon the doorway, his composure shattered instantly. Every nerve in his body tensed.
Two young n were walking in, one behind the other, at a relaxed pace.
The man in the lead casually picked up a glass of wine from a table, swirling it gently while his other hand was tucked into his pocket. A faint smile played on his lips. He wore no fine clothes, nor did he possess a striking appearance, but the aura he exuded made everyone present feel inadequate.
Yu Feng felt his throat tighten, and his hands, clasped behind his back, grew slick with cold sweat. He clearly rembered this man acting the exact sa way yesterday, and then… then Fan Zhiqiang died. Died…
"Another troublemaker?!" The irritated Zuo Long let his displeasure burst forth in a cold sneer. First Wei Yunhai shows up with the Traveling Dragon Sword, and now so other nobody appears out of the blue? Today is my celebration banquet! Since when has the great Zuo Family fallen so low that any random person can just waltz in?
"Say one more word, and don't bla for being impolite!" Zuo Yuanfei warned his son before smoothing his clothes and stepping out from behind the table.
Chen Yang smiled. "Have we t?"
"Two years ago, at a banquet with my father. I saw you from a distance," Zuo Yuanfei replied with a nod.
Wei Yunhai took a deep breath. Although Yang Hu had already confird the man's identity, witnessing it in person still sent his mind reeling. My son is one of the Forr Chief Military Commander's n! And not just anyone, but his closest ssenger Officer. What a glorious honor for our ancestors!
"I hope you don't mind dropping in uninvited," Chen Yang said, smiling at Wei Yunhai. He then pulled over a chair for himself and sat down, addressing Zuo Yuanfei.
Zuo Yuanfei's mouth twitched into a forced smile. "Of course not."
The surrounding crowd was dumbfounded. The current Family Head of the mighty Zuo Family was being so courteous to a young man? The guest was sitting while the host was standing?
Hushed whispers broke out.
"Good heavens, who is that?"
"He must be a big shot. Look at Zuo Yuanfei—all his arrogance is gone. He even seems a little… timid."
Despite the rampant speculation, many already had a strong suspicion. However, given the circumstances, no one dared to voice their conclusion. It was far better to just keep their mouths shut.
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