History's Number 1 Founder
Lin Feng travelled through worlds and even obtained an overpowered system, but he still faces a pressure as huge as a mountain. System's main quest: Lin Feng is to create a school; establish history’s number 1 sect and Lin Feng himself to become the number 1 founder. To become history’s number 1 founder, Lin Feng started to work hard. “Your name is Shi Tianhao? Natural born sovereign roots but it was stolen by your cousin? Now being raised in a little village your father placed you in? Come come come, follow your master and we’ll let those people know that justice that is owed must be returned!” “Your name is Xiao Yan? A genius of the past but a loser now? Even your fiance came over to humiliate you by asking for a divorce? Come come come, follow your master and we’ll let that brat know the meaning of: don’t bully a youngster just because he’s poor!” “Your name is Zhu Yi? The son of a marquis but you’re being suppressed by your father? Your mother was a saint but she was assassinated? Come come come, follow your master and we’ll let your dad know the meaning how problems can be solved with your fists...no, with reasoning!"
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Editor: Sparrow Translations
The surface of the longsword in Han Yang’s hands seemed to crack open on the surface. The crack became increasingly obvious and flashed with red light that resembled long rivers of blood. Behind the layers of thick black mist, the blade became less and less visible and all that could be seen was the streaks of flashing red light.
Zhao Mingxiu could feel that her connection with the Red Sky Sword had been completely severed, and the sword mind and sword Qi embodied within the Red Sky Sword had disappeared as well. All that was left was a ferocious black sword that was vastly different from what it was before.
Han Yang was calm as he gripped the hilt of the black sword, titled it to the side and knocked away the Green Void Sword that was still in the air.
Zhao Mingxiu retrieved the dull-looking Green Void Sword as she bit her lip tightly and glared at the black longsword in Han Yang’s hands.