Divine King of Honour

Tianfeng City, at the East City Gate.

At this moment, a sizable crowd had gathered, with expressions of unbearable sympathy and helplessness on their faces.

Among the onlookers, a cruel scene was unfolding.

Dugu Jingcheng stood in agony, his entire right arm gone, fresh blood drenched half of his robe.

Yet his face remained resolute, his eyes filled with determination, and his left hand gripped the Xuan Iron Sword tightly, not showing the slightest intention of yielding.

Behind him stood a timid woman, pretty and quite beautiful.

The woman looked at Dugu Jingcheng who stood in front of her, her eyes filled with shock.

Just now, this young man had sacrificed his entire right arm to save her, and still, unyielding and undaunted, he stood in front of her, making her feel as if her soul had been struck hard.

In front of them were four youths.

The lead one was wearing a Two-Star Battle Robe from the Battle Mansion, and the three behind him were also dressed in One-Star Battle Robes; it was clear they all hailed from the Battle Mansion.

The surrounding onlookers all sympathized with Dugu Jingcheng and the woman but dared not voice their anger against the arrogant youth.

"You've already lost your right arm, boy. You still thinking of resisting? Get lost if you know what's good for you. If you spoil my fun, I will kill you today," the leading youth said arrogantly, looking at Dugu Jingcheng with disdain.

"I said, if you want to touch this girl, you'll have to step over my dead body. I, Dugu Jingcheng, keep my word," Dugu Jingcheng replied, sword in left hand, eyes brimming with defiance.

"Hmph, overestimating yourself. There's never been a woman I, Hu Long, wanted and didn't get. Her father has already sold her to me. You just had to meddle, didn't you? I had thought of sparing your life since we're both from the Battle Mansion, but you just don't know what's good for you, trying to court death," the proud youth scoffed.

"Yeah, kid, you think just because you're a Battle Mansion member, our young master Hu Long won't dare to kill you? Let me tell you, our young master Hu Long is the Lord Governor's nephew, with remarkable martial prowess. You, a mere One-star Battle Sect member, seeking to play the hero? Our young master Hu Long could crush you with one hand," a lean youth standing behind Hu Long echoed, taking up the cause.

He was a Three-star Battle Sect member, yet during the skirmish just now, he had actually been struck by the sword of the youth in front of him. If Hu Long hadn't intervened, he would probably be dead by now.

Although he had just joined the Battle Mansion this year, his strength far exceeded that of his peers at the same level.

But now, he wasn't even a match for a One-star Battle Sect member, which sparked a strong sense of jealousy in his heart.

The other two behind Hu Long felt the same. They were at the Three-star Silver Moon Realm, but they had been pressed hard by Dugu Jingcheng just moments ago, filling them with intense humiliation.

Therefore, seeing Dugu Jingcheng's arm severed and his strength greatly diminished, there was an unspeakable satisfaction in their hearts.

Hu Long, too, was somewhat smug from the flattery of the youth behind him, looking at Dugu Jingcheng with arrogance.

"Boy, I'll give you one last chance. Hand over the woman behind you, or else today will be the day you die," Hu Long said with a cold smirk.

"Over my dead body will you touch her," Dugu Jingcheng squeezed the words through his clenched teeth, his normally cold eyes now icy as the Nine Nether Hell itself.

"You're asking for it. Get him! Kill him directly," Hu Long ordered.

"Yes!" The three youths behind him immediately responded and then sneered at Dugu Jingcheng.

They had been badly beaten by Dugu Jingcheng before, and now it was finally time for revenge.

"Dugu Jingcheng, if only you had known your place. You dared to offend young master Hu Long, it's too late for regrets now. Die!"

The frail youth hurriedly swung his saber at Dugu Jingcheng.

Dugu Jingcheng quickly raised his sword to defend, but without his right arm, he was no match; he was immediately forced back several steps by the blow of the frail youth, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"No... don't fight anymore, I'll go with you..." Seeing Dugu Jingcheng coughing up blood, the woman cried out, her words laced with tears.

"It's too late for that now!" The frail youth sneered, then raised his sword again and advanced towards Dugu Jingcheng.

Dugu Jingcheng struggled to stand up, but found himself unable to do so.

His injuries were simply too severe, and the spiritual energy within his body had been exhausted, leaving him powerless to fight with the battle saber.

"Is this the end of your strength? Then go to die!" the scrawny young man sneered viciously, and then swung his saber again.

The people around could not bear to watch anymore, for with this slash, Dugu Jingcheng was destined to die here.

"Clang!"

However, at that moment, a flying dagger flew swiftly from afar, striking directly upon the scrawny young man's battle saber, instantly forcing him to retreat several steps.

At the same time, an extremely cold and tyrannical voice came from outside the crowd.

"If you dare to touch a single hair on him, I'll chop you a thousand times, and if you dare to slash him once, I'll have your entire family buried with him."

The voice was so domineering and loud that it sent a shock through the hearts of everyone present.

The crowd immediately parted, as Xu Nian walked in from outside, followed by Yan Wu and Chen Xifeng.

All eyes turned toward the leading Xu Nian, who was naturally recognized by everyone.

Nowadays, in Tianfeng City, Xu Nian was quite famous, especially since he had left a deep impression during the academy competition.

Hu Long and his three lackeys also looked toward Xu Nian, but when they saw him, contempt flashed in their eyes.

"So you're Xu Nian, the first placer of the academy competition? What, do you want to meddle in this too?" Hu Long said to Xu Nian with a cold voice.

Xu Nian, however, ignored Hu Long's question and instead looked over at Dugu Jingcheng.

When he saw that Dugu Jingcheng's entire right arm had been chopped off, a surge of anger flashed in his eyes.

After all, Dugu Jingcheng was his senior brother from the same sect. Although they didn't talk much, they respected each other.

If not for Dugu Jingcheng's encouragement, he would not have comprehended sword intent so early.

He knew that for Dugu Jingcheng, Sword Dao was life!

And now that Dugu Jingcheng had lost his right arm, to make a breakthrough in Sword Dao in this lifetime would be too difficult!

"Damn it, when our young master Hu Long talks to you, are you fucking deaf!" the scrawny young man shouted aggressively, seeing Xu Nian ignoring Hu Long.

"Who did it?" Xu Nian lifted his head and his gaze filled with killing intent as he looked toward Hu Long and his company.

"Damn it, who do you think you are, believe it or not, I'll kill you."

The scrawny young man cursed again, about to raise his saber to slash at Xu Nian.

However, before he could even take a step, everyone saw a flash of sword light, followed by an arm soaring into the air, still clutching a battle saber.

"Ah..."

The scrawny young man clutched at his freshly severed arm, emitting a painful scream.

Everyone around was shocked, that was a swift sword move. They had only seen a streak of sword light, and then the young man's arm was sent flying; they hadn't even seen how Xu Nian drew his sword.

Chen Xifeng, who was standing beside Yan Wu, was also stunned. He had been unable to see clearly how the sword had been delivered.

"I'll ask one more time, who did it!"

Xu Nian walked, dragging his sword along, the scraping sound against the ground was harsh to the ears. With fresh blood on the blade, the sword was casting a strong oppressive force upon the spirits of those around.

Especially Xu Nian's eyes, which were so chilling that a single glance could send shivers down one's spine.