Bad luck.
It was just terrible luck.
He had been randomly injured by the aftershocks of a battle, had been on the run for months with a woman of unknown origin, and was now being hunted by a Venerable.
Xu Yanyang sighed as he gripped the hilt of his blade.
This was the same blade he had used three hundred years ago to defend Chang'an City. With this blade, forged from common iron, he had guarded Chang'an for a century, slaying countless invaders from the Foreign Clans.
"What, you think you can fight us?" one of the Venerables sneered.
He didn't even bother using Spiritual Energy. As the mocking smile spread across his face, a terrifying pressure descended.
It was the sheer pressure of a higher Boundary.
Xu Yanyang's face turned deathly pale in an instant. His hand trembled so violently he couldn't even draw his blade.
