Todos los capítulos de Heir of the Sacred Dragon Sword : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Xiu Zhangjian smirked as Tong Mu staggered backward after being struck by the sword he had thrown. Indeed, the old saying was true, arrogance would be the death of you. At least, that was exactly what Xiu Zhangjian had just proven.The daggers he had thrown earlier had merely been bait. The real attack was the sword. So, when Tong Mu burst into triumphant laughter after successfully blocking all the daggers, at that very instant Xiu Zhangjian hurled his sword like a spear. The blade pierced straight into the center of Tong Mu’s forehead. Tong Mu never finished his sentence, collapsing lifelessly on the spot.“You made a grave mistake challenging me. Had you shown a little respect, perhaps I would have considered killing you in a slightly more pleasant way,” Xiu Zhangjian said coldly as he stepped on Tong Mu’s face. He stared into Tong Mu’s bulging eyes for a moment.Had Xiu Zhangjian possessed more time, he would never have let Tong Mu die so easily. At the very least, he would have s

After successfully slipping back into the imperial palace, Xiu Zhangjian hurried toward the prison. If his calculation was correct, he could still arrive before the bell that woke the prisoners rang. Yet the moment he reached the underground prison entrance, his brows furrowed at the sight of two guards standing near the door, their wary eyes sweeping the surroundings.That was unusual. Although guards routinely patrolled the prison every day, they had never been this vigilant.'Is this because of Cao Yunding’s death? I even managed to escape easily earlier, so why are they suddenly like this? Have they begun doubting the prison’s security? No, that cannot be it. Something is wrong. This is troublesome…' Zhangjian grumbled inwardly.He searched around carefully. When he lifted his gaze upward, a faint smile curved upon his lips. Now that he was already inside the prison corridor, he deliberately struck the wooden wall with his sword hilt, creating a sharp sound.“Who is there?” one of

"In the past, after razing Boushan to the ground, Huang Fu and his men stormed the imperial palace. Every member of the royal family was slaughtered by the Gongliao Alliance in the most brutal way imaginable. They were bound together and thrown into a pit, then buried alive. But" Feng Yin suddenly stopped speaking.Xiu Zhangjian glanced around. A guard was approaching, patrolling the area where the prisoners were forced to work. The young man placed a heavy stone upon the mortar that Feng Yin had spread over the uppermost layer of the stone structure.When the guard moved away, Feng Yin continued, "There was one member of the royal family who did not share that grave. The second daughter of the late Emperor Xiang, Princess Shashuang. People say she died during the chaos of battle. They claim her remains were burned along with the loyal soldiers and followers of Emperor Xiang Ming. But one of the leaders of the righteous sects told me it is entirely possible the Princess escaped her fa

Inside a chamber, one man stood tall, wrapped in authority, while another knelt before him, burdened by humiliation. Yet anger and unrest burned clearly in the eyes of the standing man as he glared at the ragged old figure before him.“Feng Yin, it seems His Majesty Emperor Huang wishes to hear another bedtime story from you.”The man walked forward with arrogant leisure, closing the distance between them. He bent down, bringing his lips near Feng Yin’s ear. “The tale about that fugitive’s corpse was truly fascinating. So I shall escort you to Emperor Huang to tell another one,” he whispered.He straightened himself and turned away, allowing the silence to drag Feng Yin’s mind back to the day he had delivered two corpses to the palace. “You know very well the title of slave does not disappear, not even after death. So disgrace will follow you forever.”The man turned back and stomped hard on the shackles binding Feng Yin’s wrists.“I will personally escort you before His Majesty. Do n

To be honest, Xiangyu still could not understand the way Xiu Zhangjian’s mind worked. Was he truly so broken by his fate in the imperial prison of Quzhou that he believed death would be his salvation? Or did that frail slave actually have a way to save himself?Her brows refused to loosen. 'What kind of method does he believe he has, that he would choose to walk into a tiger’s maw rather than hide beneath a generous shade?' she wondered, shaking her head in disbelief.“Take him to my office,” Head Guard Chen Long ordered. He truly believed Xiu Zhangjian had chosen death. Turning sharply, he left at once, abandoning everyone to the thought that this weak slave had finally lost his mind.“Let me help,” Xiangyu said, stepping past Yang Zhi and approaching Xiu Zhangjian. She took the lead, acting before any of the others could.Seeing Xiangyu approach, Yang Zhi swallowed hard. He would never forget how she had warned him earlier not to move the frail slave around carelessly. He had origin