The Great Yan Imperial Capital.
Many commoners and Cultivators looked up at the Imperial City, where Sword Qi was piercing the heavens. They stared in bewilderment, wondering what was happening.
Ning Tomb's figure hovered above a sea of brilliant Golden Light and clouds. His eyes were sharp as he surveyed his surroundings and sneered.
"I, Ning Tomb, may just be a sword-forger, and I don't have any great wisdom. I'm nothing compared to the Five Confucian Saints. But killing a few old bastards who don't follow the rules? What's so hard about that?"
"Listen up, everyone! In this Central Plains World, among all the nations, if any Dynasty dares to shelter that old bastard Xun Yu, if any power dares to use his teachings, then as long as I, Ning Tomb, am still around, I will shatter your Dragon Veins to pieces and smash your skulls in! Your fate will be the same as Nan Zhou's. Believe it or not, that's up to you."
