Stay True to Your Original Aspiration to Achieve Your Goal

At this moment, everyone around the world watching the Ancient Clan's grand tournament was shocked by Zhao Bing's identity.

A name that had been gone for over nine years.

Once again, it lingered in everyone's minds.

The hero of Great Xia!

Chen Feng!

The Ancient Clan had been hunting Chen Feng's disciple for over nine years without finding a single trace of him.

Now, just as they announced their reconciliation with the world, Chen Feng's disciple had fought his way right to their doorstep.

This made the expressions of all the Ancient Clan members present turn exceedingly grim.

At this moment, even Chen Feng, who was watching the live broadcast, couldn't help but sweat for Zhao Bing.

He was genuinely afraid that one of the Ancient Clan's Martial Sages would lose their temper and tear Zhao Bing apart right then and there.

In the Ancient Clan's spectator stands.

A complicated gaze was fixed tightly on Zhao Bing in the arena.

Yet, the image of Chen Feng surfaced in her heart.

"He really doesn't give people peace even after he's dead!"

Xiao Ruohan murmured softly.

Past events resurfaced in her mind.

Beside her, Gu Changqing sharply noticed his wife's change in demeanor.

"Honey? What's wrong?"

Xiao Ruohan snapped back to reality and said indifferently,

"Nothing, I just thought of an old acquaintance."

...

In the arena, Zhao Bing completely ignored the Ancient Clan members who were practically radiating killing intent.

He tore a strip of cloth from his clothes.

He used it to bandage the wound on his left arm.

Fortunately, he primarily relied on his right arm to wield his sword, so this minor injury didn't affect his overall combat strength too much.

After bandaging the wound, he provoked the Ancient Clan members below the stage:

"Who among the Ancient Clan dares to come up and fight!"

The Ancient Clan members who had reached the Grandmaster level ground their teeth in anger.

But for a moment, no one dared to step onto the stage to accept the challenge.

They knew very well that as Chen Feng's disciple, Zhao Bing was absolutely here to kill members of their Ancient Clan.

The blood feud between the Ancient Clan and Chen Feng was known to the whole world.

Even though Zhao Bing was currently injured, he still made them feel incredibly dangerous.

However, a middle-aged man who practiced the Dugu Nine Swords silently stepped forward.

The surrounding Ancient Clan members immediately tried to dissuade him:

"Don't be impulsive. This kid's sword realm is extremely high. The patriarch said he has already reached the state of Unity of Heaven and Humanity."

"Whatever you do, don't fall for his taunts."

Facing the persuasion of his clansmen, the man smiled confidently and said:

"My Dugu Nine Swords can break through all martial arts in the world."

"I want to see whether my Sword-breaking Stance is stronger, or if his swordsmanship is!"

"Even if I can't beat him, I am confident I can retreat from the arena."

"Then you guys can just swap someone else in and wear him down to death!"

"Although it's not very honorable, we absolutely cannot let Chen Feng's disciple leave here alive today!"

Hearing his words, the others nodded in agreement.

This was the best way to kill Chen Feng's disciple.

Although a war of attrition was embarrassing, it was better than openly tearing up the peace agreement on the spot.

Right at this moment, Chen Feng couldn't hold back anymore. He directly used Liu Weiwei's phone to call Zhao Bing.

Confused, Zhao Bing picked up his phone and answered the call.

An unfamiliar yet familiar voice immediately rang out from the receiver.

"Zhao Bing, don't be impulsive!"

"The prerequisite for breaking through your Sword Dao is staying alive."

"It's best if you leave the Holy Capital right now. I have Ancient Clan hostages; they won't dare do anything to you."

Hearing his master's voice.

Zhao Bing was slightly surprised.

Especially when he heard his master say that he had Ancient Clan hostages and that the Ancient Clan wouldn't dare touch him.

Only then did he understand.

It wasn't that the Ancient Clan still cared about their reputation.

It was because his master had them by the throat.

So the reason he hadn't been killed on the spot by an Ancient Clan Martial Sage was that someone else was carrying the burden for him behind the scenes.

Zhao Bing said apologetically:

"Thank you for your help, Master."

"But my Sword Dao has hit a massive bottleneck; I can't advance even a single step."

"My mind is made up today. I must fight my way to a state of absolute mental clarity."

"If my Sword Dao cannot break through, then I'll drag a few more Ancient Clan members down to the grave with me."

He was crazy!

Chen Feng felt that this martial-arts-obsessed disciple of his was truly beyond saving.

He had practiced swordsmanship to the point of demonic obsession.

But he couldn't just watch his disciple die.

Chen Feng could only try to bluff him:

"Zhao Bing, the cultivation of the Sword Dao isn't just about blind slaughter!"

"And it's not merely the sharpening of your techniques; you must also focus on the cultivation of your mind and soul."

"As the saying goes, stay true to your original heart, and you will achieve your ultimate goal."

"Come to the Immortal Capital. As your master, I can definitely help you break through your Sword Dao."

However, Zhao Bing acted as if he had been struck by lightning. His mind went completely blank at this moment.

Holding the phone in his hand, he stood frozen in the arena.

"Stay true to your original heart, and you will achieve your ultimate goal."

"What was my original heart again?"

"And what is my ultimate goal?"

In this instant, it was as if Zhao Bing had figured something out.

Yet, his heart was filled with confusion.

On the other end of the phone.

Chen Feng watched the huge wall-mounted TV, which showed a close-up of Zhao Bing standing there in a daze.

He subconsciously yelled into the phone:

"Hello!"

"Zhao Bing, what's wrong?"

"Are you listening to me?"

"Hello! Can you hear me?"

"Damn it! Why is it dropping the ball at such a crucial moment? Hello! Is there any sound?"

"Weiwei, what carrier is your phone on? The call quality is so bad."

However, on the Ancient Clan's side.

The Ancient Clan expert who practiced the Dugu Nine Swords leaped onto the arena.

"Make your move! Let me see if your sword techniques can block my Sword-breaking Stance."

When Zhao Bing snapped back to his senses, he realized the call had already been disconnected.

He muttered in a low voice:

"Thank you for your guidance, Master!"

Then he looked at the Ancient Clan opponent in front of him.

The two immediately drew their swords and fought.

But this time, for some unknown reason.

Zhao Bing's strength was drastically reduced, and he fell completely into a disadvantage the moment they clashed.

All of his sword moves were broken by the opponent.

The Ancient Clan expert was overjoyed.

He didn't expect his swordsmanship to counter Zhao Bing so perfectly.

"Hahaha... Dugu Nine Swords, breaking all martial arts in the world!"

"The Sword-breaking Stance breaks all sword techniques in the world!"

"Prepare to die!"

At this time, Zhao Bing's body subconsciously met his opponent's attacks.

Just like when he usually practiced his sword while sleepwalking.

His mind had long drifted away to over a decade ago.

Back when he bitterly practiced the Golden Snake Sword Art without grasping its essence.

In the beginning, he lost every battle he fought.

The scar on his face was also left from that time.

After honing himself for over ten years, he finally achieved some minor success at the age of thirty.

He became the tenth-ranked expert in the Divine Capital, known by others as the Divine Capital's Martial Fanatic.

At that time, everyone thought he practiced the sword to avenge the Chen family of the Divine Capital.

But only he knew.

He wasn't interested in revenge.

He simply loved the joy and sense of accomplishment that came from the depths of his soul whenever he gained a new understanding of the Sword Dao.

The next moment.

A flash of sword light appeared before his eyes.

From his forehead, down his nose bridge, to his left cheek.

A bloody wound appeared on Zhao Bing's face.

Just a little bit more.

And his head would have been split in half by the enemy.

The Ancient Clan expert revealed a cruel smile.

He was already certain that this Zhao Bing was absolutely no match for him.

The Ancient Clan members also cheered at this moment.

"Chop off his head!"

"Send him to reunite with his master!"

"Hurry up and kill him, don't let him run off the arena!"

...

Seeing Zhao Bing's miserable state.

The contestants at the scene, other than those from the Ancient Clan, all looked unwilling and kept silent.

They had all felt a great sense of vindication when they saw Zhao Bing killing Ancient Clan members.

Now, seeing that Zhao Bing was about to be defeated and killed, a feeling of sorrow for a dying peer welled up within them.

"A hero meets a tragic end; I'm afraid he's going to meet his master."

"The hero of Great Xia is dead, and now his disciple is about to die too, yet we cowards are still alive."

"I've made up my mind. In the upcoming matches, I won't hold back against the Ancient Clan anymore!"

"In the next match, I will show the Ancient Clan the bravery and unyielding spirit of the Western Continent!"

...

Watching the live broadcast, Chen Feng and the others couldn't help but sigh.

He could threaten the Martial Saints of the Ancient Clan into not making a move.

But if Zhao Bing were to be killed in the arena by an opponent of the same level.

There was truly nothing he could say.

Shuangshuang was currently hiding in Liu Weiwei's arms, too afraid to keep watching.

However, the man himself, Zhao Bing, was touching the burning scar on his face.

It was exactly like over a decade ago, when he was disfigured for the very first time.

"What a familiar feeling!"

"Hold fast to your true heart, and you will see it through!"

"Never forget why you started, and you will achieve your ultimate goal!"

"Master! I understand now!"

"Hahaha..."

Zhao Bing's ecstatic, almost maddened laughter echoed throughout the entire arena.