Although he hadn't sold the prepared items, he seemed to have secured two bigger deals. He composed himself and tried to remember, thinking he mustn't forget those two addresses. Yet, after some careful thought, he suddenly froze.
"Is it the same place?"
The Guest Elder of The World's First Building was carving with a chisel the intelligence of this destined-to-be-famous epic battle. The Sword Madman's Sword Qi was imposing and composed, having reached the pinnacle known to him; this was the culmination of two centuries of effort by the most outstanding Martial Artists in the Jianghu.
All were Martial Arts Masters, all had Dharma Forms. If they weren't of this level, they simply had no qualification to stand before Murong Longtu, let alone deliver that one move.
But Tu Shengyuan knew, this was only just beginning.
The Six Palace Masters of the Academy had yet to make a move.
The remaining three legends of the Jianghu had yet to act.
