Chapter 1074: Chapter 307: Ten Years of Desolation, Striking Back at an Old Grudge (Vote for Monthly Tickets!)

Jiang Wang would not hesitate in combat.

Nearly at the same instant that Zhang Song took a step, Jiang Wang had already soared close with his sword.

Longing shone with a glint of cold light, drawing a straight line across in front of Zhang Song.

Even in disarray, a man of honor does not forsake his grace.

Ten years destitute, with one stroke, old grudges invoked!

This was the sword of the man of honor in decline, where Jiang Wang’s edge had become even sharper after integrating the styles he had kept hidden for ten years in Chao Yu.

When the sword arose, the cold light was still turning, but when the man was close, the cold light had already dissipated.

And that horizontal line... had already fallen before Zhang Song.

A single line shall determine life and death.

But at that moment, Zhang Song’s eyes suddenly opened wide!

They were eyes as black as the deepest night.

He looked at that horizontal line, his eyes devoid of all emotion, watching the line.

The night within his eyes quickly faded away.

And as the night in his eyes faded, the line Jiang Wang had slashed out just... vanished.

As if it had... melted into the night!

This was no ordinary strike from Jiang Wang!

Though it may not compare to Chao Yu’s peak hidden blade attack of ten years, it was a strike whose killing power surged, far surpassing his earlier sword swings.

If this strike were to face Lei Zhanqian, Lei Zhanqian would have had to employ his Lei Xi to counter it, and it would certainly not have been easy.

Jiang Wang had held his sword at the ready for a long time, facing Zhang Song, about whom he knew little after a significant time apart, and he directly unleashed this newly mastered strike—not entirely certain, but still confident.

Yet it was so easily "melted."

Zhang Song’s pupil skill had vastly improved since that battle on Yunwu Mountain; it was like night and day.

But Jiang Wang, of course, would not crumble.

His first strike failed to achieve success, he did not waver in the slightest, but instead took a step and shattered the green clouds in that small space. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

With the casual demeanor of a master strolling in his courtyard, he moved to Zhang Song’s side.

Then leaning slightly forward, his gaze became sharp in an instant. The casual air faded, replaced by an oppressive stance as his sword’s tip aimed straight for his opponent’s waist.

This sword was an old general, fierce and braving death in his twilight years.

Zhang Song also turned at that moment, locking eyes with Jiang Wang.

Jiang Wang had tried his best to avoid Zhang Song’s gaze, but still, their eyes met effortlessly.

Yes.

That feeling...

It was as if his own gaze had solidified, controlled by Zhang Song’s eyes, connecting them together.

Almost as if Wang Ao had shattered the Blood King’s gaze with a single punch!

Of course, this didn’t mean Zhang Song had the same strength as Wang Ao. After all, Jiang Wang couldn’t be compared to the Blood King either. But pupil skills by nature wield control over the gaze, and his skill had indeed reached an immeasurable realm.

Before Jiang Wang’s eyes, a vast night appeared.

An endless, profound night stretched out, with a distant fear spreading boundlessly.

The sword was still in hand, its momentum still building, but the opponent was nowhere to be found!

This wasn’t Bo Zhao’s No Light Ability, where brightness is extinguished and darkness takes over. Instead, it was a "night" that acted directly upon the psyche.

Sight exists, yet sees nothing.

And yet, Jiang Wang stepped forward, resolutely entering into that darkness!

The Voice Broadcast Immortal Style, activated!

His vision was enveloped in darkness, his mind influenced by his eyes, was also in that night.

But his hearing was in reality!

All Sounds Coming, he could hear them all!

In the world of darkness, only their two heartbeats could distinctly be heard.

Only their two breaths, each calm but echoing in the ears.

Jiang Wang’s expression remained unchanged, and he pulled his Longsword horizontally once more, another strike of the man of honor in decline.

Without the preparatory concealment of his sword, the nature of this strike was of course not as potent as before.

Yet facing Zhang Song, possibly involved in the assassination attempt on Qi Jun, Jiang Wang had no intention of holding back.

The echoes of Zhongxuan Sheng’s warnings still rang in his ears; he had a suspicion that the opponent was deliberately waiting here today, intentionally facing him.

In the Guarding the Nation Hall, serene and calm, it would naturally make one lower their guard being in The Imperial Ancestral Temple.

But it wasn’t the Imperial Shrine, and no powerful beings were likely to be watching.

Upon deeper consideration... it was indeed a suitable place.

He had disrupted Cui Zhu’s affairs, forcing Cui Zhu into the path of assassination. It was inevitable that the forces behind Cui Zhu would harbor resentment against him. Thus, the possibility of seeking an opportunity to assassinate him was not unfounded.

Therefore, this time, a thread of Boundless frosty wind coiled around Longing’s blade!

With a single sway of the sword, Boundless wind blows out everlasting life.

Jiang Wang’s strike was a decisive one, but not just that.

Within the second Inner Mansion, a flash of black and white light appeared.

With no one else between, now witness my Life-and-Death Astray Path!

From the flowing of blood, the clash of muscles, the surge of Path Origin, and all other audible clues, Jiang Wang deduced that Zhang Song had seven possible moves at this moment.

And Astray Path designated a left turn for him!

Jiang Wang’s sword technique did not change, still pressing the opponent with his man of honor in decline style. But the Boundless wind separated from the sword, quietly forming a Killing Life Nail, directing it towards the right to strike!

It should have ended...

In battles of this degree, a single misstep could mean the difference between life and death.

Judging from the sounds received through Voice Broadcast Immortal Style...

The opponent was moving forward!

Astray Path failed!?

This terrifying thought sprang up in Jiang Wang’s mind.

It was something that could cause many cultivators to lose their composure on the spot, to have their relied upon Astray Path fail to have an effect at a critical moment!

But this did not affect Jiang Wang’s combat.

He believed in Astray Path, but he believed in himself even more.

Almost instinctively, he retracted the sword light and thrust forward with a technique of youthful arrogance!

It was the most ostentatious and presumptuous sword style among all the Human Dao Sword Styles.

In such a moment, it best exhibited Jiang Wang’s courage!

Only the young and reckless are truly youthful!

Thud!

The sound of the Longsword piercing flesh.

What surprised Jiang Wang more than any possible outcome was...

Zhang Song, who had displayed great combat prowess and terrifying Pupil Skill today, even seemingly unaffected by Astray Path,

was actually pierced directly in the heart by this strike!

Amidst Zhang Song’s labored breathing, the darkness dispersed.

Jiang Wang faced him head-on.

Looking at Zhang Song’s suddenly pale face.

An epiphany arose in Jiang Wang’s heart—

Zhang Song had already made the decision to die here today.

He did not anticipate Jiang Wang’s Divine Skills, nor could he simply ignore the effects of Astray Path.

At that moment, indeed, his flesh body had options, the many instinctive choices set by a strong fighter during combat.

But in his heart, there was only one choice.

He sought death, and by seeking death, Astray Path failed to affect him!

But why...?

Wasn’t he here as Cui Zhu’s ally to ambush Jiang Wang?

Why then willfully die under his sword?

Jiang Wang’s mind was filled with questions.

And Zhang Song’s body began to disintegrate suddenly!

Just like Cui Zhu had the day before!

An immense sense of alarm arose, and Jiang Wang immediately withdrew his Longsword, activated Stepping on the Shattered Green Clouds, and retreated swiftly!

Almost in a single step, he was back at the entrance of the temple.

However, Zhang Song, who had started to fall apart soul and lifespan included, did not give chase.

"Heh heh heh, heh heh heh."

He simply continued to spit blood, laughing painfully.

He did not seem as decisive as Cui Zhu, so his disintegration was not quick.

His hand began to crumble from the fingertips.

And as he watched his own hand disappearing, his eyes were filled with sorrow.

Jiang Wang was ready to leave the Guarding the Nation Hall and call for reinforcements from The Imperial Ancestral Temple, but for some reason, he slowed his pace.

"See, you are kind-hearted."

Zhang Song looked up, smiling inexplicably at Jiang Wang who had retreated to the entrance: "You still have compassion for me."

"I don’t quite understand," said Jiang Wang, his emotions confused. If Zhang Song had come to the Guarding the Nation Hall today to take revenge on behalf of Cui Zhu’s backers, why would he not make a move in this condition? This should be his strongest state and his last chance.

He asked, "Why are you doing this?"

"Why..." Zhang Song spoke softly, "Indeed, why?"

His expression was deeply melancholic.

Jiang Wang clearly did not know his true identity, his story, what he ultimately wanted to do.

But for some reason.

He felt a sense of sorrow!

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