The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　"Yeah..." he murmured, "I lost..."

　He collapsed completely, like a puddle of mud.

　Cheers swept in, accompanied by the sound of salutes.

　Poerseth raised his head with a smile, and slowly turned in the center of the square. His ice-blue vertical pupils reflected the overwhelming cheers and flowers.

　He opened his arms and laughed loudly in the sunlight, looking full of energy.

　"Perses Xia! Twenty-four consecutive years of champion! Let us cheer for the birth of the winner!"

　""

　The noise of the crowd gradually became blurred, as if separated by a thick barrier.

　Vivian stared blankly at the high-spirited young man in the center of the square, looking at his calm yet arrogant posture.

　There was no doubt that he had just looked at her.

　Those ice-blue vertical pupils were no different from hers.

　"Yes, that is the current ancient dragon hunter, Perses Xia."

　A whisper came from behind, and Vivian turned her head suddenly, only to see Heimu standing behind her.

　"you..."

　"Surprising, right? That crazy ancient dragon was once so full of vigor and vigor," Heimu smiled faintly. "Look at how he wields his sword. Before everyone forgot about the Ice Dragon, Perses' name was known throughout Danzhou. He was a genius chosen from thousands of people. Few could gain an advantage against him in a swordfight."

　"And now...ah...my poor Perseth."

　Heimu took two steps back, and the surrounding scene suddenly shattered and turned back into a dark cave.

　Vivian took a deep breath. The recovered memories still remained in her mind, but they were like a raft on the sea, broken and helpless.

　"Vivian! Are you okay?"

　Alice hugged Vivian to prevent her from falling, and wiped the sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief.

　"I...I'm fine..."

　Vivian whispered, her voice weak.

　She raised her head and looked at the black wood not far away, only to see that the guy was still smiling:

　"Now that you know his name, how about I give you some additional information?"

　"What information?" Vivian

　whispered.

　"Remember the Wanzhe he defeated?" Heimu's lips curled up. "Afterwards, he still sat on the throne of Sword Master, but under the criticism of losing to a genius, he became increasingly decadent and eventually retired behind the scenes."

　"At the recommendation of tobacco tycoon Lin Kemu, he was hired by Danzhou warlord Lin Yu to train his soldiers. He lived a good life afterwards, but unfortunately..."

　"What's a pity?"

　"Lin Yu is dead, and Lin Kemu is also dead. Both were killed by the ancient dragon hunter," Heimuto spread out his hands. "As far as I know... this afternoon... Wanzhe is leaving Danzhou."

　"Think about it, can he get away?"

　PS: There will be more updates at 1 o'clock

Chapter 393 Danzhou Ancient City and Oil-Paper Umbrella (Part 10) -4k- (Monthly Ticket Plus x2)

　"Captain, the car is already waiting on the road."

　"I'm no longer the leader...kid...you go first."

　"it is good."

　"Boom..."

　Thunder rumbled and drizzle fell, piercing the lawn of the cemetery like needles.

　Wanzhe, wearing a black coat, stood beside the grave, silently looking at the name on the tombstone: Lin Kemu.

　Next to Lin Kemu’s tombstone is another similar tombstone with the words “Lin Yu” written on it.

　"You are all dead," Wanzhe's voice was a little vicissitudes of life, "killed by him."

　He squatted beside Lin Kemu's tombstone, reached out and gently wiped away the rain on it, but he couldn't stop more rain from falling.

　Time has long taken away his sharpness and edges. The former number one swordsman of the Danzhou patrol is now old and frail, and his body is so fragile that it seems that a gust of wind can blow him down.

　Looking at his old friend's grave, Wanzhe sighed softly.

　"We once shared a common hatred, believing dragons to be evil creatures, didn't we?" he muttered to himself, addressing the tombstone. "In the Age of Gods, dragons ruled the Yanxia Islands, and humans were their slaves. Thousands of years later, we defeated the dragons, rising from slaves to become masters. We drove the evil dragons from the mountains and rivers, and slew the ancient ice dragon."

　"We thought we had reached a reconciliation with dragons, but that was never the case... Those shed-scale dragons still walk among the mortals, living in our appearance and considering themselves part of the human race."

　"They have such powerful talents, they are stronger than us, smarter than us, and can endure extraordinary forces better than us..."

　"That day, I was defeated by Poerses Xia," Wanzhe lowered his head. "I admit, I'm a loser. I failed so badly that I couldn't defeat him head-on, so I resorted to trickery. I failed so badly that you took advantage of my weakness and built an army for Lin Yu. And then that day..."

　He closed his eyes, painful memories flashing back in his mind.

　The screams of children, the sounds of houses burning, and the sound of swords tearing through flesh.

　On that day, the last descendant of the Ice Dragon family, the Xia family, was exterminated.

　Wanzhe never seemed to get over that day.

　"We used the dragon's power as an excuse and brutally killed it," he said. "Our hands are stained with blood. Perhaps the retribution is long overdue, but I don't want to die yet..."

　He stood up and brushed the raindrops off his coat.

　"I'm leaving Danzhou. Maybe I'll go to Machiavelli or Lidu. There will always be a place that needs me," Wanzhe said with a wry smile. "Goodbye, my old friends."

　The old swordsman paused in front of the tomb for the last time, then turned and walked towards the car parked on the side of the road.

　What Wanzhe didn't notice was that in a corner of the cemetery, a man in a black suit and holding a black umbrella was standing silently.

　He watched Wanzhe get into the car and sniffed the bloody smell on his cuffs.

　"Blood debt..."

　"We have to speed up! We must catch the Ancient Dragon Hunter this time!"

　Vivian closed the car door and muttered quickly:

　"Hurry, hurry, hurry... We must not let him escape this time..."

　"Don't worry, you won't catch up even if you worry."

　Alice rubbed Vivian's shoulders, then picked up a spiritual communicator and twisted the buttons a few times:

　"Xiaomo, can you hear me?"

　"I can hear you."

　In the bedroom, Xingmo stood up from the desk, walked to the window and opened it.

　It was drizzling outside the window and muffled thunder was rolling above the clouds.

　"Did you find a clue?"

　"The ancient dragon hunter is hunting down the former number one swordsman of the Danzhou patrol. That man is called Wanzhe and is about to leave Danzhou."

　"receive."

　Xingmo put down the spiritual communicator and turned around. Aurora was already waiting at the door with a shawl in her hand.

　"Let's go."

　"Walk."

　Xingmo walked towards the door and took the shawl from Aurora's hand as she passed by, and the two of them went out together.

　"Where to find it?" Xing Mo asked.

　"Check every exit from the city. You can't escape," said Aurora.

　The two pushed open the gate of the courtyard, but bumped into Ruan Lili at the door.

　"Oh," Xiaolong raised his head, "What a coincidence, I was looking for you!"

　"What do you want from us?" Aurora tilted her head.

　"It's delicious food, meat buns," Ruan Lili said, holding up the steamer basket. "This is my return gift! Please accept it with gratitude!"

　You little guy is quite cute... Xing Mo smiled gently and said:

　"Let's talk about it when we get back. We're in a hurry now."

　"In a hurry? What are you going to do?" Ruan Lili was curious.

　After all, this little guy is from Danzhou Prefecture...Would he know some relevant information?

　So Xingmo took the initiative

　asked:

　"Miss Ruan, do you know Mr. Wanzhe? I heard he's going out of town today?"

　"Oh, I know him," Ruan Lili nodded, "I was the one who arranged his car."

　What a coincidence? Xingmo and Aurora looked at each other and asked:

　"We need to protect him immediately. He might be in danger. Could you please tell us where he's going?"

　"Of course."

　Ruan Lili smiled broadly, with a completely innocent look:

　"He left from the north exit. He'll probably stop at the cemetery for a while along the highway! Then he'll be gone!"

　"How long ago did this happen?" Xing Mo asked.

　"About half an hour?" Ruan Lili estimated.

　"grateful."

　Xing Mo took the steamer from Ruan Lili, turned around and walked back to the yard.

　"Hey, hey, hey, what's going on?" Aurora followed Xingmo, "Aren't you going out?"

　"We are too late."

　Xing Mo answered briefly and then took out the communicator:

　"Alice-senpai, north exit, near the cemetery."

　After saying that, she turned to Aurora and explained:

　"He left the city half an hour ago. If Ancient Dragon Hunter wants to kill him, it will definitely be too late for us to rush over now."

　"What should we do then?" Aurora tilted her head.

　"We can only try our best to save the situation."

　As Xingmo spoke, he pulled out his wand with one hand and pinched the holy bell hidden in the lining of his chest with the other.

　Then she struck the golden chord:

　"destiny!"

　"Crash..."

　The drizzle hit the car window, leaving behind fine traces of water.

　The steam car was driving on the road, heading north.

　Wanzhe sat in the passenger seat, closed his eyes and rested with a calm expression.

　He sank in the sound of rain, hoping to escape from the past after the rain stopped and the sky cleared.

　At this moment, a light sound different from the sound of rain was heard, hitting the windshield.

　"Snapped."

　Wanzhe opened his eyes as if possessed by a ghost and saw something hitting the car window - a pile of bird droppings.

　It was through this coincidence that he saw two faint blue lights on the horizon.

　"parking!"

　Wanzhe shouted out out of his instinct as the best swordsman, but the driver did not have such excellent reaction nerves.