At this moment, whether it was on the city walls or below, the air was absolutely silent. It was as if time had stopped.0

On the city wall, Lu Shiheng thought the battle below would not end anytime soon, and so he had placed most of his attention on the top-level duel between Maitreya and the two from the Wang and Yang Clans. It was not long after he diverted his attention away from the battle below that the commotion erupted. When he shifted his gaze back to the battlefield beneath the walls, he saw that Yu Cixiu was no longer among the living.0

Just how exactly did he die so quickly? Did Zhao Changhe and Xue Canghai join forces to attack?0

Maitreya, on the other hand, had been keenly observing everything, but he did not expect such an outcome either. No one could have imagined that Zhao Changhe, alone save for his saber, would kill Yu Cixiu in just two moves.2

It was as if he was trapped in some fateful nightmare. Every time he got entangled with Zhao Changhe and the Tang Clan, a major event he had carefully planned would end up ruined. The first time was at the back mountain of the Tang Clan, where Zhao Changhe and Tang Buqi stole the limelight together. The second time was at Taihu Lake, that time just Tang Buqi. And now, this third time at Xiangyang, it was Zhao Changhe, and the impact was much greater than the previous times.0

After the defeat at Taihu Lake, Xiangyang was Maitreya’s last hope, yet this hope seemed to have been crushed in an instant.0

I won’t allow it!0

With a furious roar, Maitreya swung his jiedao,...0