Peace Order

Chapter 1823 - 86: The World and the Martial World!

The voice of the Ancient Red Dragon sounded vast, and Murong Longtu sat upon the dragon’s head, smiling as he gazed over the martial world, saying: "Is that so?"

The Ancient Red Dragon replied: "Haha, is there ever falsehood?"

"Your methods, they can be said to be as high as high can be!"

"From ancient times to now, what martial arts legends, you have become a myth of the martial world."

Murong Longtu sat cross-legged there, leaning against the dragon horn, gazing into the distance without speaking; a thread of vitality had already started to disperse, as the Life Extending Gu feared that kind of sharp and fierce aura.

King’s Aura, army’s aura, fierce sword qi.

The swordsman gazed into the distance, saying: "Old things of the past, we old ones should handle them. You are an auspicious sign, you don’t have to get involved in such matters. The Ancient Red Dragon is the symbol of the Red Emperor’s lineage. If you appear, much blood would have been shed in vain."

"Besides, even with an army of fifty thousand plus the top ten divine generals in the world, you may die, it would be better than this."

The Ancient Red Dragon sneered coldly: "Them?!"

"Do they wish for me to die? Do they know how this reputation as the first auspicious sign across the ages was attained?!"

Murong Longtu merely smiled lightly.

The Ancient Red Dragon said: "Murong Longtu! Murong Longtu!"

Murong Longtu opened his eyelids slightly, replying lazily: "Still alive."

The Ancient Red Dragon said: "Oh."

Murong Longtu gazed at the sky and earth, suddenly saying: "Do you think, the entire world, will there be another swordsman like me in the future?"

The Ancient Red Dragon replied solemnly: "There won’t be. Neither three thousand years forward nor three thousand years back, there will never be another swordsman like you. In my life, there might not be someone as stunning as you."

Murong Longtu laughed: "Still young."

The Ancient Red Dragon widened its eyes angrily.

Murong Longtu chuckled softly, his fingers gently traced over a piece of green bamboo, suddenly saying: "Red Dragon, have the eras you witnessed been able to last eternally?"

The Ancient Red Dragon remained silent and said: "No, even those eras which began well will start changing later, accumulating various contradictions, eventually erupting in battles, and then being replaced by new dynasties."

Murong Longtu said: "But, the human world is getting better, isn’t it?"

"Even if winding, it must stride forward, like the life of a swordsman."

He extended his hand, the swordsman with white hair, sweeped his fingers over the green bamboo, saying: "I forged swords as a child, learned swordsmanship after my family’s ruin, after attaining great success in the ruthless Sword Dao, turned to the emotional. Later, wife, children left me one by one; then sat alone and emotionless."

"Holding the sword, practicing sword, abandoning sword, in the end indifferent to the sword."

"Six or seven years ago, when I was in Central State, at that time I challenged all the grandmasters in the world, six Palace Masters, Martial Arts Legend, saying, wanting to let you know, there won’t be swordsmen like me in the future."

"To solely occupy the fierce and surging sword intent of the world, but now, I suddenly feel, at that time I was too much of a swordsman, too arrogant and too resolute."

The Sword Madman smiled, saying grandly:

"I was wrong!"

"In the future, there will be swordsmen like me!"

"Moreover, not just one!"

The Ancient Red Dragon was stunned, but that Sword Madman remained calm, confident, pressing the sword, saying:

"With one breath, resolve all future dilemmas; even a born saint can’t do it. Even the world opened up by Guan Yi will, after hundreds of years, encounter issues with its fortune."

"And then, there will surely be someone who, holding a sword, will make such a world die."

"And then, establish a new Taiping era."

"Constantly coming and going, like climbing a mountain, like wielding a sword, ultimately upward bound. My name, merely a martial world swordsman, ultimately buried in the dust of the world, but the sword that lets the world die will endure, in every generation."

"Is Sword Dao merely the power itself?"

"But if faced with such dilemmas, still have the heart to hold and draw the sword."

"But if faced with the invincible, still holding the sword in the heart."

"Even if physically weak, still—"

"No less a swordsman than me, Murong Longtu!"

"Today, Murong Longtu slays a nation’s fortune and cuts a nation’s vitality in the midst of thousands to let the world of future generations know that even against the greatest disparity, there can still be such a sword."

The Ancient Red Dragon listened quietly to Murong Longtu’s words.

Then the swordsman sweeped his fingers forward. His white hair fluttered, calmly saying:

"This is Murong Longtu’s final sword in this life."

"Pass on the true intent of this sword to the people."

"Direct the sword at the world."

"May all people in this world have this sword in their hearts, may every generation of this world have a sword of dissatisfaction and resurgence, may the people in this world all be swordsmen like me, Murong Longtu."

"Red Dragon."

"What do you think of my sword?"

After a long time, the Ancient Red Dragon said: "Best."

Then the swordsman laughed out loud.

In the laughter, the sword sound rang clear and slowly came to a stop.

Murong Longtu released his hand, and that green bamboo flew out from the Red Dragon, shattered in the air, the radiant fragments like bamboo leaves, like this vast and overwhelming sword intent, spread to every corner of this world.

The Ancient Red Dragon opened its mouth.

He felt sadness again, but he did not call for that sleeping swordsman again. The Dragon Roar exhibited its auspicious power, the sound of the sword resounded throughout the states, and the swordsmen raised their heads, seeing the clouds in four directions swirling, like that crimson and golden hue.

Layer upon layer, like Heavenly Que.

There was the Ancient Red Dragon carrying a white-haired, green-robed swordsman with downcast head.

Gliding over the martial world and across the lands, flying into the clouds.

Never to be seen again.