Why do I have so many masters?

Such an impact, even the strongest Martial Artist would collapse and die from exhaustion.

He turned his head and said softly to the Strategist beside him. As the command flag waved, more troops were mobilized, surging forward, their weapons densely waving in front of him, the blades of swords and knives reflecting the winter's pale light, reminding Wang Anfeng of the starlight on the Shaolin Temple during his youth.

The weapon in his hand, not quite a weapon, was covered with the martial Qi of the Divine Weapon, seemingly also aware of its master's emotions, letting out a clear whistle. Jianghu's Martial Artists had emerged, and with a flick of the wrist, a sword was sent to resolve a battle.

The dazzling sparkle of extraordinary splendor surged from below and soared into the sky.

Cuts appeared all over his body, but such wounds no longer carried the slightest pain for the advancing figure, instead feeling very satisfying and invigorating!

The so-called dreams of youth were really just the naive words of a child unaware of the world's complexities. Five whole years had passed, along with the process of growing up, and interacting with the world. If it is a dream, then it will certainly Awaken.

He had thought so as well.

While he was still bearing the name of the Divine Martial Mansion and Wang Anfeng, he could feel, like chains binding him, an invisible shackle holding him back. Some things, no one needed to tell him, he already knew, such as that he no longer had the qualification to do certain things—

If he hadn't witnessed the more intense oppression, he might have continued to think this way.

This way, he would inevitably be completely bound, becoming a link in the chain, how out of character, since he was just a child who grew up in the mountains, without any ambitious aspirations, and it all boiled down to helping others when witnessing injustice, the so-called good Samaritan.

As long as there is injustice before his eyes, he would draw his sword!

Persisting in such a simple task, even the distant and unreachable dream would one day be within reach, not by relying on himself alone, but like a lighthouse, unbending, rushing forward, would there not be others who, tired of the dark oppressive world, would look up and see him?

Thus, in the distant place, in the past, there would be others, similar fools, doing such foolish things.

In that case, the stagnant waters of Parthia or even of the whole world, must surely come to life.

'Heroes' do not die.

For those who step forth for righteousness will always exist.

From ancient times to the present, what has been passed down through generations, now in his hands, will also, in the future, whether distant or near, inspire others to roar in anger, to step forward?

How will the story be told?

The Qi Mechanism used to protect his body had been worn thin by repeated attacks. Accompanied by an inexplicable roar, a Cavalry Spear pierced through his Qi Mechanism defense, tearing a ghastly wound on his body.

The intense pain surfaced on his body, causing Wang An's footsteps to pause slightly, followed immediately by a dense barrage of sword light falling like stars, Wang Anfeng raised the green bamboo in his hand, sweeping across fiercely, sending several people flying, but his body also acquired a few more wounds.

Although he wanted to see which Hero of Parthia was attacking him, at this moment, he had already charged into the Military Formation, barely glimpsing the distant military tents, where the Qi Mechanism was suppressed to a significantly low level, making it difficult to leap around.

His heart pounded madly. At this moment, the sound of his own heartbeat consumed everything, making the surrounding shouts of anger and the sound of weapons cleaving through the air seem unimportant.

All he heard in his ears was the immature voice of his youth.

"I believe in this principle. If only force can uphold justice, make killers pay with their lives, and eradicate evil, then I will become the strongest, the strongest in the world!! If bandits, sects, Noble Clans, spirit-harboring villains, or world-robbing marauders run rampant, then I will slay the bandits, attack the sects, annihilate the Noble Clans, and eliminate both the spirit-harboring villains and world-robbing marauders!"

"If the world does not accept this principle..."

Five years ago at Shaolin, five years later on the battlefield.

The immature voice line in his memory turned into reality, angrily shouted from his mouth.

"Then I will argue this principle with the world!"

With a final long roar, Wang Anfeng surged forward. At that very moment, several commanders charged up on horses, spears thrust forward. Wang Anfeng twisted to the side, his right arm clamped down on the incoming Cavalry Spear, but his forward momentum was still abruptly halted.

Another fierce general charged from behind. Wang Anfeng raised his left arm to block, Qi waves erupted, and with shouts, soldiers surged forward like tides, Jianghu experts also advanced with their swords.

King Balman heard the almost simultaneous panting sounds around him.

The usually tyrannical and domineering ruler did not feel angry at such disrespectful sounds, because he, too, felt short of breath. Everyone around him, the Sect Leaders of major Jianghu sects, fierce generals, Nobles, upon seeing that figure charging in, felt as if a hand was gripping their hearts tightly.

Only now, when that person was completely submerged, did they finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Someone, face ashen, forced a smile and said:

"In that case, it should be accomplished..."

No one answered him.

......

From the high ground to the side, Lv Guanhong almost stumbled down, watching that figure pressing forward without hesitation like the last candle flame in the night, watching that familiar figure be completely engulfed.