NOVPUBA sonorous voice arose from within the door; the mysterious master seemingly sensed uninvited guests approaching and invited the three to enter.
"Let’s go in,"
Su Changkong didn’t hesitate and pushed the door open.
In the spacious room where lamplight flickered, a group of stunning dancing girls moved gracefully, but Su Changkong and his companions paid no attention to them, focusing instead on a huge reclining chair at the center.
On that massive reclining chair, a majestic warrior in his thirties was lounging comfortably. With thick eyebrows and large eyes, his rugged face revealed an air of determination, as if accustomed to charging into the fray, unmatched as a martial artist—a glance was all it took to see he was no ordinary man.
Despite seemingly lost in drinking and pleasure, he was clad in a set of thick, dark-red armor. On his knees sat delicate beauties, one on each side.
With a hazy, drunken look, he glanced briefly at the three who entered the room, his gaze settling on Su Changkong. A flash of discernment in his eyes, followed by the instinctive recognition of a fellow strong presence emitted by Su Changkong, passed in an instant.
"Who are you?" the man with the strong presence asked in a deep voice.
"Dao Wufeng,"
Su Changkong replied.
"Never heard of you,"
the warrior shook his head.
Su Changkong showed little emotion in response to the man’s reaction.
At this moment, Xia Yanjie couldn’t help but speak, "Who exactly are you, sir? Why have you appeared in this world?"
This mighty warrior, like Kuang Wenfu, was a mystery, seemingly not of this era but of one long past, unknown how many years before.
"I am called Wang Fuhu,"
the warrior stated his name.
"Wang Fuhu? The Great Commander of the Huwei Dynasty’s million-strong Huwei Guard, Wang Fuhu?"
As the name was pronounced, Xia Yanjie’s expression changed subtly, as though the name carried considerable renown.
Su Changkong had not heard of him, while Duanmu Tao’s expression shifted, hinting at speculation.
Xia Yanjie then transmitted a message to Su Changkong and Duanmu Tao, "Wang Fuhu, he was a top-tier powerhouse of the previous Huwei Dynasty. In his era, he was nearly invincible, once single-handedly defeating three Great Grandmasters who had almost reached Divine Skills, recognized as the strongest Innate Martial Artist of the time, with unparalleled talent, practically destined to become a Martial Saint... He fell on the battlefield at the hands of a Martial Saint..."
"Huwei Dynasty?"
Su Changkong’s expression became slightly odd; the Huwei Dynasty was the precursor to the Great Flame Empire, which had not withstood the last upheaval and had been replaced after overthrowing the dynasty, with Xia Yan’s family becoming the new rulers of the land, establishing the Great Flame Empire.
And Wang Fuhu had been a top-tier powerhouse of the Huwei Dynasty, invincible in his prime; had he not perished, he might have assuredly become a Martial Saint!
In the upheaval two or three thousand years earlier, forces led by Xia Yan’s family had seized control of the Huwei Dynasty and reestablished order, with Wang Fuhu dying amidst that warfare between armies. He was too strong, so mighty that no Grandmaster from any great family of that era could match him, prompting a Martial Saint from the Xia family to intervene personally and bring him down!
Xia Yanjie had learned in detail about this name from the family’s ancient scriptures.
For some unknown reason, Wang Fuhu, who had been presumed dead in the turmoil two or three thousand years ago, had now reemerged in this land.
Wang Fuhu waved his hand, and the dancing girls halted. He spoke with a touch of sorrow, "Defeated... in the end, I was defeated. I lost, and so did the Huwei Dynasty. The Huwei City where I resided has now become Qianlong City!"
Wang Fuhu was overcome with melancholy; having emerged from Qianlong City, he rose from insignificance to become one of the top powerhouses of the Huwei Dynasty, commanded to suppress rebellions, and died on the battlefield. The Huwei Dynasty he served had long since changed rulers and was no longer the same.
"It seems this person really is Wang Fuhu himself..." Duanmu Tao marveled to himself, finding the other’s sorrow, indignation, and unwillingness not something that could be feigned.
"Elder Blade... according to the ancient scriptures of the Xia Yan family, this Wang Fuhu was extremely powerful. If he hadn’t met an untimely death, he would surely have become a Martial Saint. The ancestor Martial Saint of my Xia Yan family who killed him also praised that there was no one who could match him below the rank of Martial Saint. You taking action against him is too risky, we must consider the long-term plan."
Xia Yanjie sent a telepathic message.
Originally, they intended to have Su Changkong capture this mysterious expert for study, but upon learning that the other was the Huwei Great Commander of the Huwei Dynasty, Wang Fuhu, his confidence in Su Changkong dwindled, for this was an opponent who even forced a Martial Saint to personally take action to kill!
Even if Su Changkong could win, he feared he would be seriously injured.
For some unknown reason, Wang Fuhu had returned to this world, and now the land was ruled by the Xia Yan family. One could say that Wang Fuhu had died at the hands of the Xia Yan family; there was a good chance that he might go completely insane and slaughter innocents!
With plans changing, they needed to notify the Xia Yan family and have the Martial Saint Ancestor, who was in closed-door cultivation, personally take action, as that was the most appropriate course!
"Undisputed below a Martial Saint? No one can claim to be invincible in front of me!"
Su Changkong had no intention of leaving and calmly responded to Xia Yanjie through telepathy.
Undisputed below a Martial Saint? Su Changkong had already chopped down quite a few!
Seeing this Wang Fuhu, who was supposed to have died in a previous dynasty, reappear in the world only made Su Changkong more curious about the reasons behind it. He did not believe that someone could truly come back to life after death!
And according to Su Changkong’s observations, the current Wang Fuhu had a breathing and heartbeat, indeed no different from that of a living person.
Without delay, Su Changkong took the initiative to ask, "Wang Fuhu, you should already be dead. What is your situation now?"
Facing Su Changkong’s direct inquiry, Wang Fuhu took a swig of his drink and said indifferently, "That is none of your business. I don’t have much time left; I need to make a trip to Great Flame City, to fight once more!"
After speaking, Wang Fuhu stood up. Over the past few days since he had returned to this familiar yet unfamiliar land, he knew he was already dead and was now only temporarily in the world again due to some incredibly powerful and unfathomable force. He wasn’t even the real Wang Fuhu at all, not a living person.
Yet, Wang Fuhu still acted according to certain obsessions. Besides visiting his hometown to check on things, the only thing he wanted to do was to go to Great Flame City and challenge the Martial Saint again! Win or lose, he would have no more regrets!
As for the three people before him, he didn’t pay them any mind and had no intention of fighting them; he just wanted to conserve his strength for battle with the Martial Saint!
Wang Fuhu strode towards the door. His seemingly unhurried pace exuded an aura of invincibility that made Duanmu Tao and Xia Yanjie both feel a chilling sensation.
If they did not clear the way, they would die at the hands of this man before them!
Xia Yanjie and Duanmu Tao instinctively took a step aside.
But Wang Fuhu stopped in his tracks, the drunkenness on his face had vanished, replaced by an endless chill and a cold glint flickering in his eyes, all because the black-clothed blade man had not stepped aside and remained standing at the doorway, immobile.
"Move aside." Wang Fuhu issued the cold command, never before had anyone dared block his path!
"The door is wide enough for you to walk around," Su Changkong replied calmly, watching him. He intended to figure out exactly what Wang Fuhu was, not allowing the encounter to be a wasted effort.
"Seeking death!"
Cold light burst from Wang Fuhu’s eyes, and the temperature within Spring Rain Building plummeted suddenly. He was going to teach this junior a lesson about what it meant to kick against the pricks, to overestimate one’s own abilities!
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