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Li Chungang touched the empty scabbard and said, "I haven't decided yet. Maybe I'll just walk around and have a look."

Aolai Third Young Master smiled and said, "If you have nothing else to do, I do have something I need your help with."

"What's the matter?"

"I need you to go outside the circle and help me with something."

Hearing this, Li Chungang was silent for a moment: "Okay."

"You should take good care of your injuries first, and I will come to find you when the time is right.

Now that you don't have a sword, do you need me to find you a new one?"

But Li Chungang refused without thinking.

"The only famous sword in the world is mine, Mu Ma Niu. Even if it's broken, it's still the best sword in the world."

Looking at the world's number one who is talking so eloquently in front of me.

No, it should be said that he is the defeated number one in the world.

"You're still as arrogant as ever!"

But Li Chungang didn't care at all and even retorted: "I'm already very modest!"

After Aolai Sanshao left, he looked back at the top of Wudang Mountain for the last time.

There, Wang Xianzhi was still standing there, holding half of the "Trojan Horse Cow" in his hand.

……

The dusk in Tushan is always particularly long.

The setting sun dyed the clouds in the sky blood red, covering the entire city with a layer of mournful red gauze.

Tushan Honghong stood alone on the city wall, her figure swaying gently in the evening breeze.

Her gaze penetrated the clouds in the sky and pointed directly in the direction of Wudang Mountain.

Just half an hour ago, a terrifying wave that changed the color of the sky and the earth came from there.

As a truly powerful demon king, she could clearly feel the destructive aura when the two forces collided - as if even this world would be shattered under such power.

"Sister! Sister!"

A clear shout interrupted her thoughts.

Tushan Honghong withdrew her gaze and saw Tushan Yaya pulling Rongrong's sleeve and running towards her happily.

"Sister, Stinky Sesame won, Stinky Sesame won!" Tushan Yaya jumped onto the city wall, gesticulating with her hands and feet.

"You didn't even see him knock that Sword God flying with one punch! He even broke that lousy sword called 'Trojan Ox'!"

Tushan Honghong's pupils suddenly contracted.

She subconsciously pressed her chest, which was aching slightly.

"Yaya, speak more clearly." Her voice was a little lower than usual.

Tushan Rongrong naturally understood her sister's abnormality and gently pulled Tushan Yaya's sleeve.

But Tushan Yaya, who was too excited, had already opened up and vividly described the duel on the top of Wudang Mountain - how Wang Xianzhi used the third move of "Heavenly Emperor Fist".

How did Li Chungang fall to Wang Xianzhi? How did the world-famous "Trojan Horse Ox" break with a single sound?

As Yaya spoke, Tushan Honghong's eyes gradually became dazed.

Suddenly, she remembered what the blue-robed swordsman had said to her: "A swordsman's life is his sword! The sword lives as long as the man lives, and when the sword dies..."

"Sister? Sister!" Tushan Yaya shook her arms.

"What's wrong with you? You look so ugly."

Tushan Honghong woke up as if from a dream. She forced a smile.

He rubbed his sister's head and said, "I'm fine. You and Rongrong go back first. I still need to check on her for a while."

Tushan Yaya wanted to say something, but was gently pulled back by Rongrong.

The clever little fox gave her a look, then pulled her second sister away silently.

Before leaving, Rongrong looked back - the Lord of Tushan was standing alone on the edge of the city wall under the setting sun.

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The crimson dress blends in with the sunset, as if it will disappear in the wind at any time.

When the footsteps of the two people faded away, Tushan Honghong's hands unconsciously clenched the bricks of the city wall.

Looking into the distance, I don’t know what I’m thinking.

Although I am still here, my thoughts have already traveled thousands of miles away.

In the Wudang Hall, candlelight flickered.

Wang Xianzhi knelt on the mat, holding the broken sword in both hands, and carefully stroked every line on the sword with his fingertips.

This world-famous divine weapon is now only left with its cold remains, but it still exudes a heart-pounding sword intent.

Zhang Fuyao stood quietly aside, his eyes beneath his white eyebrows as deep as a pool.

The hall was so quiet that one could hear the soft crackling of candle wicks.

"Master, I..." Wang Xianzhi's voice was a little hoarse.

The old Taoist raised his hand to stop him: "No need to say more, this is what he left for you."

"But this is his..."

"A swordsman's sword will only be given to someone who recognizes it." Zhang Fuyao sighed lightly.

"Take it, it's your destiny."

"It is also his fate!"

Wang Xianzhi lowered his head, and the sharp edge of the broken sword reflected his complicated eyes.

He knew better than anyone how lucky this victory was.

If Li Chungang had not restrained himself at the last moment, it would probably be his corpse lying here now.

"Where...did he go?"

Zhang Fuyao looked out at the deepening dusk outside the hall and said, "When a swordsman's sword is broken, he naturally seeks a new one."

……

As the night deepens, the taverns on the street are still brightly lit.

Li Chungang sat alone by the window with a pot of liquor in front of him.

The broken scabbard lay horizontally on the table, the empty scabbard like an unhealable wound.

The tavern owner brought another jar of wine tremblingly, but did not dare to ask any more questions.

"I heard the Sword God was defeated..."

"Shh! Keep your voice down!"

"Really defeated? Even the sword is broken?"

Whispers came from all directions.

Li Chungang pretended not to hear and just tilted his head back to take a gulp of the liquor.

The wine burned my throat, but it couldn't extinguish the depression in my chest.

"Sir, your...your horse is ready." The waiter came tremblingly to report.

Li Chungang nodded, threw down a silver ingot, picked up the wine jar and walked out.

At the door of the tavern, a skinny old horse was paddling its hooves impatiently.

This was a means of transportation he bought casually at the foot of the mountain. It didn't even have a saddle.

"Old buddy, I'm sorry to have troubled you." He patted the horse's neck and climbed on it.

In the darkness of night, a man and a horse walked slowly towards the north.

Li Chungang looked back at the top of Wudang Mountain, where the lights were still on.

He knew that a new era had begun.

"Even though the sword is broken, the road must still be walked."

He smiled self-deprecatingly, tilted his head back and drank the last drop of wine, then threw the empty jar into the darkness behind him.

The sound of the wine jar breaking startled a few night crows, which fluttered away into the distance.

At the same time, the red figure on the Tushan city wall finally turned around and left.

She didn't know when a token appeared in her hand, with only a few short words on it:

"Gone, take care!"

……

The news of the battle on the top of Wudang Mountain swept across the entire human and demon worlds like a hurricane.

In teahouses, taverns, streets and alleys, everyone was talking about this shocking showdown.

The news first spread at the foot of Wudang Mountain and then to both worlds.

From the initial disbelief and questioning to the subsequent shock.

Everyone's mood was like riding a roller coaster.

The Wangquan family, the Tianyan Yang family, the Black Sword Zhang family...all the aristocratic families that had witnessed Li Chungang's style could not accept this fact.

How could the sword god who was invincible in the world be defeated by an unknown young man?

But that is the fact, and they basically all watched this earth-shaking showdown on the spot.

The two young men, whose combined age is less than fifty years old, are already the pinnacle of the human race's Taoist alliance.

In the demon clan's territory, the shock caused by the news was even more severe.

"Hahaha! What a crap Sword God! He still loses!" A tiger demon from Beishan slammed the table and laughed.

"But it was Wang Xianzhi who defeated Li Chungang!" the wolf demon next to him retorted.

"Yes, Wang Xianzhi once resisted the demon army that attacked the human race in Linjiang City."

Many demon tribes have heard of Wang Xianzhi's name.

Arguments broke out one after another.

Three months later, a new piece of news once again shocked both circles.

Some people in the martial arts world began to suggest that Wang Xianzhi should be the number one in the world today.

But Wang Xianzhi turned a deaf ear to these discussions.

Then he spread the word that he would not consider himself the best in the world.

"I, Wang Xianzhi, hereby swear that for the rest of my life, I will never claim to be 'the best in the world.'"

When these words were spoken, the world was in an uproar.

He has already defeated Li Chungang, so why is he still so humble?

But only those who have witnessed that duel and are very powerful can understand the deep meaning behind it.

Just as people all over the world were arguing over the title of "Number One in the World", the protagonist of this storm quietly disappeared from everyone's sight.

Three years passed quietly.

In a small tavern in southern Xinjiang, a shabby man in a blue shirt was leaning against the window and drinking alone.

A sharp sword hung at his waist and a tattered hat was placed on the table.

"Sir, here's your beef noodles." The waiter placed a bowl of steaming noodles on the table and couldn't help but take a few more glances at the strange scabbard.

The man nodded and took out a few copper coins from his pocket: "Thank you."

"Have you heard? The long-lost Lord Sword God seems to have appeared in southern Xinjiang!" The vendor at the next table said in a low voice.