Monarch Night

"It's just average."

"But it works." Dong Changfeng said: "I've looked at it for over two hundred years... and still haven't figured it out."

Fang Che was puzzled.

You, elder... are you just finding something to say? How lonely must this be?

But Fang Che suddenly remembered that ever since the Jinshe Spear was injured, it had retreated into seclusion, blending into the mundane world, living every day like an old man at dusk, so lonely, drifting alone in the worldly affairs.

Just when he was about to achieve great success, Bei Mingxin arrived.

Angrily went to battle, disrupting the worldly training.

Now the worldly training was incomplete, besides having a cultivation that shook the heavens, the rest of his mentality was no different from that of ordinary elders.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a pang of melancholy in his heart.

Looking at this elder who once dominated the winds and clouds, becoming thus.

He had battled a lifetime for this world, without hesitating to face Duan Xiyang under absolute disadvantage, severely injured, with no other option, chose to retire, train in the world of the mundane, using the years and worldly affairs to seek a Nirvana rebirth.

But just when he was about to achieve great success, a strong enemy appeared.

He could feign ignorance and calmly complete his Nirvana.

But he chose to destroy centuries of mundane training to go to battle.

And thus lost the possibility of further progression.

He could even sense the weariness in Dong Changfeng's heart, feeling that aura of twilight on Dong Changfeng.

With a gentle tone he said: "Elder Dong, even if there's nothing gained or understood, you're still much stronger than us younger generations."

Dong Changfeng did not accept his kindness, insisting: "Since you came to observe, you must have felt the spear intent, show me a spear form."

He had the mind of passing on the torch.

Over the years, every time he realized something here, whenever he encountered young people coming to comprehend, he would give some pointers.

Hoping that the youths he guided could understand something and grow in the future.

Now meeting Fang Che, he had the same intention.

The heart realm was desolate.

I have no hope of returning to the peak in this life, but... I must do something for the future generations.

Fang Che was moved: to show a spear form?

Then my techniques... could they be of use to Elder Dong?

So he said apologetically: "Junior only understands the methods of perfectly executing basic standard spear forms, and has not yet inherited a complete spear technique, and... I also don't have a spear."

Dong Changfeng snorted, saying: "Basic standard perfect spear form? You must be bragging. Since ancient times, there have been thousands of sects and countless Shi Families with spear techniques, who would dare claim a basic standard perfect spear form?"

Fang Che originally intended to perform, hoping to provide some inspiration to this Jinshe Spear.

But he wasn't certain whether the spear form from the Infinite Scripture could affect such experts. Hence, he didn't speak fully.

Now Dong Changfeng provoked him.

Fang Che immediately put on a posture of flushed face and thick neck, saying: "Elder Dong, with due respect, my spear form is absolutely standard and perfect. It's just a pity there's no spear here."

Dong Changfeng chuckled, with a sound, the Jinshe Spear pierced three feet into the stone in front of Fang Che.

Stone debris flew.

"Use my spear!"

Dong Changfeng said: "With just a stick, you can practice spear techniques, saying you have no spear is too laughable. Since you say you have no spear, use my spear then."

Fang Che looked at the Jinshe Spear embedded in the stone, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly.

This is a reinforced rock.

Moreover, it was reinforced by every marksman who came here over countless years.

The Jinshe Spear could go in, but he couldn't pull it out.

Dong Changfeng naturally knew this, his eyes showed a teasing smile, but his voice turned serious.

He softly said: "When the heart holds a spear, everything can become a spear, even without anything in your hand, you can exert spear techniques!"

"That's the spear!"

"The sword is the head of a hundred weapons, the sword is the gentleman among weapons, but the spear is the king of a hundred weapons!"

"With a spear in hand, thousands of troops retreat! Before you, even Heaven and earth, Sun and Moon, once the spear strikes, it will surely pierce through! That's the spear!"

"Fang Che, remember, the spear is the weapon of kings. Do you know what a king is?"

"A king isn't the Martial King grade you think, nor the Human King position you imagine; a king is a kind of heart, a kind of situation!"

"No matter whom I'm with, I am a king! That's a king!"

"Even facing Xue Fuxiao and Duan Xiyang, I am still a king! A king does not bow, a king does not bend, a king is never cowardly, a king only lives honorably and dies boldly!"

"That is a king!"

"Even in death, still a king!"

Dong Changfeng straightened a little with every sentence.

He spoke slowly, but very earnestly, the stern aura on him growing more intense as he spoke.

In the end, it was like mountains stopping and peaks towering, eyes like lightning.

Stern and unyielding.

At this moment, on him, that momentum of 'Even in death, still a king' soared to the heavens.

Fang Che was shaken to his core.

Dong Changfeng stomped a foot, with a bang, the ground trembled.

The Jinshe Spear flew out.

With a wave of his hand, the Jinshe Spear flew to Fang Che.

Dong Changfeng clasped his hands behind his back, saying casually, "Practice a bit, show me your perfect spear form."

Fang Che caught the flying Jinshe Spear.

Suddenly felt a weight in his hand.

This spear weighed at least over six hundred pounds.

At the same time, he felt a struggling intention in his hand, faintly as if a giant creature was trying to break free, sentient, unwilling to be controlled by anyone other than its master.

"Little snake, cooperate with him."

Dong Changfeng said in a deep voice.

With those words, the Jinshe Spear immediately calmed down.

Fang Che suddenly wanted to give the little elf a name.

"Begin."

Dong Changfeng clasped his hands behind his back, the previous senile aura completely vanished, replaced by the extraordinary bearing of a grandmaster.