Transcending the Nine Heavens
Chu Yang, the Ninth Master of the Nine Tribulations Sword, sacrificed almost everything he had for the sake of improving his martial arts, including the love of his life. After spending three years locating the fifth fragment of the Nine Tribulations Sword, he was ambushed by all sides at that very place. Mortally injured with no means of escape, Chu Yang executed a sacrificial technique by plunging the Nine Tribulations Sword into his very own heart. “With the blood of my heart, ten thousand tribulations will collapse!” After witnessing the death of all his ambushers, Chu Yang’s vision began to darken. At a distance, moments before his death, he saw the mastermind who had plotted his downfall — Mo Tian Ji. With that, his eyes finally closed. However, with a start, Chu Yang once again awoke to find that he had returned to when he was sixteen years of age! Furthermore, the Sword Spirit of the Nine Tribulations Sword now resided within his Dantian, the energy center of his body! From that very moment, Chu Yang would then begin to right all of his past regrets, and carve his very own legend by fulfilling his destiny as the final Master of the Nine Tribulations Sword, and defeating the Heavenly Devils beyond the realm of the Nine Heavens Continent.
A Great Blow
Éditeur: Atlas Studios
Yang Ruolan wanted to appease both of them, but Yang Ruoxiong had already whispered, "Sister, don't advice any further. You know that father owes punches! Besides, while mother's crutch looks terrible, she actually don't use any force at all. Who on earth can't realize this…"
As he said, this bear-like brother grunted and didn't forget to add on a few words, "Moreover, they've been acting like this in our home every day. They are actually coquetting with each other…"
Before he finished saying, two figures hurled over him. Slapping sounds were continuously heard, and amidst it was a howl, "Coquet your ass!"
"You unfilial child! Coquet your ass!"
After a short while, Old Mistress Yang stood up and walked gracefully back to her seat, and elegantly held up her teacup to drink; Old Master Yang stroked his beard, strode towards his seat with splayed feet, and sat calmly, as though he had entered into his meditative state.