West Ox Continent of the Sword-Controlling Mountain

The young Xingkong roams Yujian Mountain, carrying a huge black sword on his back. He has just parted from the mountain's elder without a word of farewell, and before him stretches the vast, endless road through Xiniu Hezhou…

"Hahaha! Boy, aren't you getting ahead of yourself? I'm the ruler of Hezhou, after all. You think three years of training are enough to challenge my fist techniques? The path of cultivation takes ten years to become a king." As he speaks, his words become law. He shifts his stance and strikes down from the air with a palm, swooping toward Xingkong.

Good heavens! In an instant, the sky darkens and the winds and clouds shift…

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.