Dragon-Marked War God

Zi Qingtian had fallen from his pedestal, and the might of the Reverend of the Nine Boundaries was gone. He struggled to his feet on the mountaintop, his face pale and covered in blood, his eyes bloodshot. He was gravely wounded, at his last breath.

“I’m sorry, Jiang Chen. I did my best.”

Zi Qingtian murmured, the bitterness at the corner of his mouth plain to see. For the sake of the Profound Wind Sect, he might even pay with his life in this battle, yet he had still resolutely appeared at the Profound Wind Sect. Unfortunately, his skill had fallen one level short, and in the end he had not been able to turn back the raging tide or hold up the toppling mansion.

Despair, hope, and then despair once again…

The whole Profound Wind Sect was in a panic, their spirits breaking down again and again, because they had gone through one reversal after another. Everyone’s heart had already been tormented beyond recognition. From a desperate situation of life and death, things had changed again and again, only to end in despair once more. They could no longer bear such torment. In the end they still could not escape death. Whose heart could endure such great rises and falls?

Xuan Qingming looked up at the nine dark clouds above the Nine Heavens and no longer held out any hope. Life and death were decided by heaven. Perhaps in this battle, heaven meant to destroy his Profound Wind Sect, and no one could save it. Even the Reverend of the Nine Boundaries had nearly lost his life on the spot. Even if he was still alive, he was already at the end of his strength, unable to do anything at all.

“Heaven’s will, it’s heaven’s will.”

Xuan Qingming sighed heavily, already full of despair. Life was like this. With the Profound Wind Sect destroyed in his hands, he had failed his ancestors and failed his countless disciples.

“Little Chen, you brat, I’m afraid you’ll have to collect my corpse. Hehehe. I only hope you’ll have the strength to avenge the Profound Wind Sect, so that our hundred thousand wronged souls and the million people of Linhe won’t have died in vain in this world.”

Jiang Zhenhai murmured. In his heart he also desperately longed for Jiang Chen to return at this moment, but all that seemed to be nothing but wishful thinking. Jiang Chen would not come back. Yang Jian and Man Shuai would at least die a worthy death. They had come back to guard the Profound Wind Sect, to live and die with the Profound Wind Sect.

“A bunch of ants. Killing you is no different from stepping on snakes, insects, rats and ants.”

The youth at their head took a step forward. A giant palm stretched across the void, blotting out the sun and covering the sky, and came crushing straight down toward the Profound Wind Sect. With the might of a single palm, his aim was to destroy mountains a thousand ren high and a sect spanning ten thousand miles.

Everyone silently closed their eyes. Death was drawing closer to them bit by bit. The scythe of the god of death would surely reap them all like an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

“You want to touch my Profound Wind Sect? I wonder who gave you the nerve.”

A thunderous shout echoed through the void like a bolt from a clear sky. A sword came from the east, its shadow like a mountain, smashing down heavily and breaking the youth’s giant palm directly, as easily as crushing dry weeds. A white-robed figure arrived treading on a sword, rising into the void, long hair flying. His momentum moved the nine regions; mountains and rivers bowed and rose, ten thousand worlds paid homage!

That youth was struck by the enormous sword shadow and smashed more than a thousand miles away, blood gushing wildly. A single sword shadow had nearly cost him half his life. Everyone was extremely grave. They raised their eyes and gazed toward the void, their hearts full of shock and awe.

“I’m sorry, Dad. I’m late.”

Jiang Chen’s eyes were like torches. At a glance, he saw among the mountain peaks his closest kin, whose eyes had already been full of despair. A tender feeling rose in his chest.

“Not late, not late. My good son, hahaha!”

Jiang Zhenhai’s old heart was overjoyed and he was extremely excited. At this moment, everyone silently gazed at Jiang Chen, and the fire of hope in their hearts was rekindled.

“You’re finally back.”

Zi Qingtian had survived the disaster. He let out a long breath of turbid air, and his face eased a good deal. In the end, his decision had not been in vain. He had bought Jiang Chen enough time, allowing him to appear once more on this land he knew so well.

At the moment Jiang Chen returned, Zi Qingtian knew that with him here, the Profound Wind Sect’s crisis would be resolved.

Xuan Qingming was even more excited. Jiang Chen had finally, finally come back! The Profound Wind Sect was saved, and its incense would continue. He was not afraid of death, but having tens of millions of disciples become sinners of the Profound Wind Sect alongside him had filled his heart with endless bitterness and unease.

“Haha, Jiang Chen, I knew it. A guy like you would never die so easily. With the Profound Wind Sect in trouble, if you hadn’t come back, I wouldn’t have forgotten you even in death.”

Man Shuai said with a grin. He was back. With him here, everything seemed to settle down. A sword from the east, returning on a sword, a sword shadow sweeping the nine regions and the four seas and eight wildernesses. The might of a single sword looking down on the heavens: only Jiang Chen could do that.

Yang Jian and Jiang Chen looked at each other and smiled, a deep and heavy bond between them. Jiang Chen knew that had he come a moment later, he might have regretted it for the rest of his life.

“Thank you.”

Jiang Chen looked at Zi Qingtian and nodded slightly. Zi Qingtian smiled and shook his head. If he had not come, perhaps the one Jiang Chen would have to kill would have been him. This was no exaggeration; Zi Qingtian knew it very well himself. Jiang Chen had entrusted the sect to him again and again. If he had turned a deaf ear at this moment and the Profound Wind Sect had been destroyed, Jiang Chen would never have let it go.

“Senior Brother Jiang Chen is back! This time we’re really saved, hahaha!”

“That’s right. Senior Brother Jiang Chen has saved us from fire and water more than once. Everything the Profound Wind Sect has today is thanks to Senior Brother Jiang Chen. This time, Senior Brother Jiang Chen definitely won’t let us down.”

“With Senior Brother Jiang Chen here, nothing is a problem.”

The whole Profound Wind Sect erupted in deafening cheers, rallying behind Jiang Chen’s return. Their last hope was all gathered on Senior Brother Jiang Chen. In their hearts, Senior Brother Jiang Chen was an invincible expert, a godlike existence.

No one knew how strong Jiang Chen was, but from the moment he returned, he was like a god of war standing across the void, a towering mountain that could not be crossed, making people look up in awe at heights they could never reach.

Jiang Chen’s appearance was like a savior delivering all living beings, filling everyone’s heart with confidence.

He was the faith of the Profound Wind Sect, even its god. His existence, his appearance, moved everyone in the Profound Wind Sect from top to bottom.

The Profound Wind Sect had suffered a disaster of annihilation, and Jiang Chen had returned on a sword. It was destined to make him the strongest genius disciple in the Profound Wind Sect’s history, his name recorded in the annals forever.

Where the people’s hearts turn, the benevolent have no enemy!

Fighting for his father, fighting for the hundred thousand disciples of the Profound Wind Sect, Jiang Chen stood proudly, rising into the void on his giant sword.

“All of you, come and accept death.”