Nightfall

A Legend Reappears on a Rainy Night

In recent years, the Fish Dragon Gang dominated the gangdom in Chang’an. All the people knew that there were several valiant and distinctive figures, who were much more mighty than normal gang members, in the leadership of Fish Dragon Gang: Chang III (known as indifference), Qi IV (cruelty), Liu V (peremptoriness), Fei VI (ferociousness), and Chen VII (insidiousness). Except for Mr. Qi, who was famous for his cruelty and fought from the bottom level of Jianghu world, the other figures could easily, without doubt, establish their new world in different places, no matter if in Western City or Southern City.

Many people thought that these men, probably unsatisfied with their current position, would leave the Fish Dragon Gang to seek new prospects or even replace their leader through betrayal. However, these five men still closely followed their boss after so many years and never left—because their leader was Spring Breeze Pavilion Old Chao.

Although few people in Chang’an had ever seen Old Chao show his attacking talent, or in more precise words, those aged people who had seen it years ago had already died, no one dared to despise him or simply regard him as a paper tiger that could only rely on brotherhood and friendship rather than his own power. That was because everyone understood that, for the figure who could control such a man as Chang III, it was impossible that the sword on his waist was merely the accessory of a scholar.

His name—Spring Breeze Pavilion Old Chao—was a shadow floating over all his enemies. They wondered what would happen if he unsheathed the sword on his waist, but no one dared to have a try. They knew clearly that a bloody carnage would take place at night in Chang’an once his sword was unsheathed.

Lord Meng of Southern City, sensing that his team had been subdued by Chao Xiaoshu’s movement of gripping his sword, popped open his eyes and then fiercely shouted, “He is fighting alone and he isn’t a celestial being! Come on! Go kill him!”

In this world, there was no lack of madcap and reckless people, no shortage of hermits seeking a chance to shoot for fame by killing a legendary figure, and no short of followers who suddenly became brave due to a large crowd of people. With Lord Meng’s shout, hundreds of men from various gangs in Chang’an raised their steel swords and, with yelling and bawling, rushed at Old Chao from all directions!

“I just want to go home.”

Looking at the coming enemies, Chao Xiaoshu just said such a sentence. Then with a “Qianglang!” sound resounding through the shabby alley, the official sword on his waist was unsheathed like a flood dragon, stabbing towards the headmost man in a seemingly slow, but fast way.

Looking at the back of Chao Xiaoshu, Ning Que was holding the hilt with his right hand, but he didn’t pull out the extremely sharp podao that was recently whetted. He wanted to see the actual strength of the legend from the gangdom of Chang’an. What’s more, he was worried that the moment he unsheathed his podao, a bolt of lightning would mistakenly kill him, given that Chao Xiaoshu’s previous words were too pretentious, which might have caused the retribution of nature.

Chao Xiaoshu’s sword was normal in style, length, and width. There was nothing special about the blade either. However, the moment the rapidly moving sword scattered the raindrops, many wispy stripes could be vaguely seen on the sword. These stripes were not some kinds of Fu, more like several gaps filled with mercury.

When a very awesome figure said a fact, many people would have thought of him as pretentious. Staring at that sword, Ning Que watched the scene as the ‘normal’ sword, in the last moment, precisely and easily slapped onto that man’s chest, instead of stabbing. He eventually realized that Old Chao’s previous sentence was not just for flaunting. Instead, this figure was mighty and impressive.