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He wanted to kill Pathless right in front of the people of the world, so that he would be the one to truly kill him. Xiao Feng did nothing to care about whether this was the right or wrong, just like how he did not know who Yang Ke and Bai Qinglong were, whether it was the right or wrong thing to save them. However, Xiao Feng still did not care about the consequences of this matter, he wanted to leave behind some things for himself.

There was nothing else on Xiao Feng's body, only his cloth clothes stained with Bai Qinglong's blood. The only thing left was the saber in his right hand, which was like Xiao Feng's life; the saber was Xiao Feng's body. Unless one day Xiao Feng lost his life, this saber would be buried with Xiao Feng.

This was still spring. It was clearly a symbol of the season of life, but why was there so many depressing things? There was also that kind of depression, yet life and death were so close.

Xiao Feng did not know how to imagine the moment of his death. Perhaps that would be a true release, Xiao Feng would never fear death, Xiao Feng just wanted to be able to pursue his freedom while he was still alive, just like Xiao Feng who loved the season, but the time that he had would be so short.

The war in the Sword City was a war that could not be avoided, as if it was fated. Life and death were not really important. What was important was whether or not he could obtain everything he had pursued.

Perhaps only death could forget everything, forget the dark little house, forget the endless years of drawing swords.

The tavern outside the city was still open, and they were like the four seasons that would never change — spring, summer, autumn, and winter, cycling endlessly. The waiter's shouts could be heard from very far away, and Xiao Feng did not drink, but he would also stop and take a break. Whenever he felt interested, he would taste it, as if he had an inexplicable feeling about the waiter's shouts.

The tavern was not big, but everyone who came must be a drinker. Xiao Feng did not like drinking, but he still came. He was not the only weirdo. There were many weirdos around these days, both inside and outside the tavern.

With a hiss, the sound of hooves hitting the ground echoed into the tavern.

The man puffed out his chest and walked into the small tavern. The man could tell at a glance that he was a member of a noble clan, the glittering waist pendant hanging on his waist was priceless, his fair skin, spotless new shoes, and his slightly arrogant head. No matter how one looked at it, this young man was from a famous clan.

This woman was even more unforgettable. Her face was covered in scars, and underneath the thick blood was a tattoo that faintly carved out the word 'slave' in a dark red color. With such an ugly face, most people would not even have the slightest bit of appetite for it.

The woman behind him hurriedly arrived in front of a table, and used a silk handkerchief to wipe the table that was not too dirty. The man looked around, and then slowly sat down, while the woman stood by the side.

However, the following words from the man caused everyone to shift their gazes towards him. They only heard him say, "What does Fairy Wanhua think of this place?"

Just a few years ago, when the owner of the mansion, Wan Hua Manor, was competing in the Martial Competition, it attracted a lot of youths and heroes to join in. Even some princes and grandsons without martial arts skills were exhausted of their wealth just to catch a glimpse of the beauty, but because she was the number one beauty of the Wan Hua Manor, and also the owner's daughter, she was proud and unparalleled, disdainful of everyone who came to recruit her, and she immediately sent out these words on the spot.

After saying this. Within three days, a total of thirty-seven people had lost to Pathless Sword. The old manor lord had done this kind of willful and reckless thing to his daughter, and in his fury, he had locked his daughter in the Heartbreak Mansion at the back garden of the Wanhua Manor. However, he didn't expect his daughter to use all her abilities to escape, since then, she seemed to have vanished into thin air when no one saw her.

But at this time, that man suddenly called out to Fairy Wanhua. How could anyone not be alarmed? How could such an arrogant and beautiful person turn into an incomparably ugly and obsequious servant girl?

Everyone's eyes stopped on this man in gorgeous clothes. That man seemed to be enjoying his current situation.

The ugly woman said, "This place is small and dirty, so it naturally isn't suitable for your status."

The man seemed to be satisfied as he nodded. "Not bad, this place is indeed small and dirty, but we're just staying here for a while. Why not?"

"Yes, master!" The woman lowered her head.

With a wave of his hand, the man caused the woman to slowly kneel on the ground. She lowered her not very clean hair and let it fall to the ground.

The man lifted his foot and placed it on the woman's head. He gently patted the woman's head and said, "Look, my shoes are very dirty. Should I change to a new pair?"

The woman lowered her head and emotionlessly said, "It is about time to change. My master should not have been tainted in any way."

The man's laughter was very fierce, almost crazed.

The man shifted his feet and said, "Alright, alright. You did very well. I'm really satisfied."

The woman said, "This is truly my good fortune."

The man removed the sword from his waist and placed it on the table. He said in a clear voice, "Everyone, the Sword City's opening will be tomorrow. Is anyone interested in accompanying me to get my sword? "

As soon as he said that, it caused a commotion in the tavern. Taking out the sword, seizing the divine sword, it was actually said so easily by this man who didn't know how high the sky was and how deep the earth was. It was as if he was taking back what was his, speaking so easily, many people let out "chi" sounds that they didn't think much of.

That man didn't mind and said: "This woman is Fairy Wanhua and is my servant. Just based on this point, I should have the right to say these words!"

At this time, a burly man suddenly stood up and asked: "She, is she really Fairy Wanhua?"

The man took out a folding fan from his waist. The folding fan was made from ancient wood. He waved the fan and said, "Everyone should recognize this fan!"