For the martial arts masters of today, there is both good news and bad news.

Good news: Their previous target, the Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, is dead.

There was such a big head lying on the ground, and I was completely baffled.

The fear that he would be killed by the Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion and that the forces behind them would also suffer will not happen.

Bad news: One boss died, and a stronger and more terrifying boss has arrived: The Storyteller, Bai Xiaosheng.

This guy's abilities are too bizarre, and judging from the tactics he used against the Master of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion just now, he doesn't seem like a good person at all!

"To kill someone and then destroy their spirit? How terrifying..."

"Why are you making that face? Am I some kind of bad person? It's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding."

I am actually a very good person. Look at the Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, his brothers, family and friends have all gone down, and he is still all alone up there.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I'm a kind-hearted person, I can't bear to see them suffer. Isn't it better to let them be reunited in the underworld?"

"!"

What else could they say? Sensing someone's gaze, they could only nod repeatedly, faster than woodpeckers.

Yes, yes, yes, you're absolutely right. Now that things are over, we won't bother you anymore. We're leaving, okay?

Then, before they were about to make their escape, they saw Han Feiyu place his hand on the corpse of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion Master.

The mangled corpse was twisted and compressed in a way that no one else could understand, and finally turned into a book in Han Feiyu's hands.

The cover features four large characters: "Only I Am Among Ten Thousand Swords".

Everyone: ……

They had never seen anything like it before; the overwhelming impact left everyone present stunned.

Their will is being tested.

Besides, storytellers.

"I see. The corpse of the deceased can be turned into the original manuscript, so there is no need to go through the trouble of collecting information and running around everywhere."

Bai Xiaosheng, we storytellers love you dearly!

Several people secretly shifted their gaze to the Wanjian Pavilion disciples who had died earlier, as well as the martial arts masters.

The originally blood-soaked, mangled corpse seemed to have changed its appearance.

Storyteller: So, a corpse can be this beautiful?

Han Feiyu didn't care about their thoughts. If he knew they would think that way, he would probably be happy.

"Because now, there is only one last step left before my dream comes true."

Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, I must admit that you are the strongest opponent I have ever encountered, and also the purest powerhouse.

"The pinnacle of swordsmanship, the strongest path—I will use everything you have to fulfill the future of this storyteller."

He took the original manuscript, grabbed it, and instantly refined it.

Capture, resonate, recreate!

The power of the storyteller is activated. A peerless expert gives everything without reservation to resonate with a storyteller. This power allows Han Feiyu to take another step forward on the path of the storyteller.

No, not just one step. He felt his progress was smoother than ever before, and he walked all the way to the end of the storyteller's path.

Then, faced with the darkness ahead, he chose to continue forward.

"tread……"

With each step he took, a gray light illuminated his surroundings, and this power modified the path he had walked behind him.

Forward, ever forward.