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In a tent in the Sha Long Empire's army, an armored old man sat motionlessly at a table with his eyes closed. He looked like a statue.

This old man was the commander of Sha Long Empire's army, Hong Liang!

After receiving news from the Dragon Spring Town from Dugu Yan last night, he had sat like this. After the night passed, he still maintained the same posture without moving an inch. However, he seemed to have aged ten years. His originally black beard and hair had now turned completely white.

After a long time, a faint sigh came from the tent.

"The chief of the 'Weapon Refining Competition' … Number one in the 'Phoenix Spirit Martial Meeting' … One hundred and eight 'Sword Seal'... Nirvana Sacred Fire... It looks like before long, this child will be seen as reproducing the glorious and powerful hope of the Human Clan, and he truly deserves this praise! "

"However, what does this have to do with me?"

"The enmity that comes after the death of one's son is irreconcilable … Tang Huan, Tang Huan, how can this old man let you go so easily! "

"..."

"Damn it. Is this the only way?"

At the same time, from several dozens of kilometers away, in a tent of the Great Tang Empire Army, a low roar that was being suppressed rang out. The one who spoke was a slightly thinner middle-aged man with almond-shaped eyes and a hooked nose.

This middle-aged man was Great Tang Empire's Great General Shi Zhongda.

The armies of the three empires all have a general in the Human Allied Forces, and the commander of the army is the current Emperor's younger brother, Tang Zhao.

Below Tang Zhao, there were three generals.

This Shi Zhongda was one of them.

A Great General's strength was on par with a Great General, but his position was above a Great General. Generally speaking, for a Martial Warriors with the power to become a general, other than having tyrannical strength, his background was also very important. For example, Shi Zhongda, his grandfather was the trusted follower of the emperor who founded the Tang Dynasty back then.

"Zhang Ye!" After pacing back and forth in the tent for a while, he suddenly let out a low shout.

"Your subordinate is here!" A middle-aged man answered.

"You can be sure that the person that killed my son and seized the Fire Spirit Sword's key is executing the combat drum sound?" Shi Zhongda gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice.

"General, is absolutely correct, it's undoubtedly the combat drum sound." Zhang Ye said resolutely.

"'Battle drum sound' was created by the Holy Emperor of Glory Empire in the past. The person who can execute such a battle skill must be the 'Glory Sacred Temple' of the Heavenly Forging City."

Shi Zhongda narrowed his eyes with a dark expression, "That person addressed himself as old servant in front of Tang Huan. Logically speaking, he should be a descendant of the Sacred Emperor. But if I remember correctly, there are only two descendants of the Sacred Emperor, a son and a daughter. The man's name is' Shan Shi 'and the woman's name is' Shan Shan '. Shan Shi has already been missing for more than ten years, and his age is also around forty years old, so he completely cannot match up with Tang Huan.

"Could it be the son of that boulder?" Zhang Ye asked.

"Impossible, when Mountain Stone went missing and before he got married, where did his son come from?" Shi Zhongda shook his head, "It doesn't matter who he is, I would never let him off."

"General!" Zhang Ye was shocked and asked worriedly.

"Rest assured, I would never have acted rashly. The days are still long, and Ben would have been patient enough to wait for an opportunity. " Shi Zhongda's face was tense, and his eyes were as cold as a poisonous snake.

"..."

Days passed, and the news continued to spread.

In the Sword Crafting Valley area, in a valley on the southwest coast that was sparsely wooded, there was also an abandoned town that had been eroded even more by the passage of time.

"I've finally gotten the last Profound Spirit Ghost Demon Pearl!"

A hearty laugh suddenly rang out from a newly dug pit.

A few meters away from the hole, there was a glittering long spear stuck in the ground. Beside the spear, there was a little girl lying on a rock that was carved into a piece of jade, but upon hearing what was said, she couldn't help but twitch her lips and raise her little hand to pat the dust off of her body, continuing to happily suck on the feather in her mouth.

"Whoosh!"

A moment later, a hand was placed on the edge of the pit.

Immediately after, a black figure soared to the sky and gently landed on the ground. It was Tang Huan. His body was slender and strong. Although his body was young, after such a long period of time, the immaturity that was present in his eyes had completely disappeared. Now, even if someone said he was twenty, I'm afraid no one would doubt it.

At this time, Tang Huan was holding onto a white pearl in his hand. It was the "Profound Yin Soul Demonic Pearl" that Tang Huan had just dug out.

Ever since he had split up with Gu Ying and Mu Yan, Tang Huan began to complete what he had been taught by the Illusory Eyes.

From then on, Tang Huan traveled left and right in the Sword Crafting Valley region, roaming south and north. Through the "Profound Spirit Demon Bead" that was left behind by the Magic Eye, Tang Huan had finally found the other one hundred and eight beads that were hidden in every corner of the Sword Crafting Valley area.

"Go, return to Dragon Spring Town!"

After keeping the "Profound Spirit Ghost Bead" in his palm and the "Sumeru Magical Ring" in his palm, Tang Huan grabbed onto his Dragon and Phoenix Spear and carried it on his shoulder as he strode towards the north.

"Wait for me!"

The little girl suddenly jumped up, flung off her small arms and legs, and quickly chased after Tang Huan. Grabbing onto his clothes, she quickly climbed up, and before long, she grabbed onto Tang Huan's neck and laid on his back. Her agility was not inferior to Xiao Budian's …

… ….

"Whoosh!"

Inside Sword Crafting Valley, a short skinny figure suddenly appeared. Like a ray of light, he shuttled between the trees at a speed so fast that it could not be heard.

"Ya!"

The few wandering vengeful spirits seemed to have sensed it and rushed forward screaming at the same time. However, before they could approach, the short and thin figure had already disappeared without a trace. Those resentful spirits seemed to be confused.

Not long after, the short figure appeared in the depths of Sword Crafting Valley, but suddenly stopped in front of a small pit about 10 metres away from the Lunar Tomb. His appearance became clear at once, and this short figure was actually a white haired old man with a face full of wrinkles.

"It should be here."

The short elder frowned, a bad premonition rising in his heart.

Immediately after, the short elder waved his sleeve. It was as if a hurricane had appeared out of nowhere. Shattered sand flew out from the pit.

After a while, a small piece of broken black wooden stick was revealed.

"Dead?"

The short elder squinted his eyes and looked around. After a moment, his expression changed greatly, "That traitor is my Tian Clan's Stage Nine's Law Saint, and he was actually killed?"