The Man In Rage novel Chapter 2042

Zhang Jiuling's remarks were so scathing they struck Sword Saint like a hefty hammer.

“W-What did you just say?” he stammered, still unable to recollect himself. “Did you just say that... I'm the enemy of the state?”

Sword Saint had dedicated his whole life to the War God Castle. Never once in his entire life had he imagined that he would end up becoming a national shame to his own country and its people.

Throughout his life, he invested everyone's time in restoring and rebuilding China's martial arts world.

In fact, he was so committed to this cause that he was even willing to pay with his own life, yet in the end, he found little support for his unjust cause and became the enemy of the state.

If what Zhang Jiuling said was true, it would mean that the sacrifices and efforts he had made for the first half of his life amounted to nothing.

A feeling of self-pity overwhelmed Sword Saint as he staggered and almost slumped to the ground.

On the other end, Zhang Jiuling had already ended the call and instructed everyone in Jiangbei's martial arts world to cut off all contact with Sword Saint and disregard any orders from the War God Castle.

“We will march to the east to meet those from Jiangdong's martial arts world on Mount Yunding,” Zhang Jiuling pronounced with a husky voice that echoed in the deep night in accompaniment with the chilly wind.

His command elicited a strong response from the martial artists in Jiangbei.

“M-Mr. Zhang... are we really leaving War God Castle to their own?” someone asked.

“They are the emblem of China's martial arts world!” another commented.

“Yeah. The undoing of War God Castle will shatter the very foundation of the martial arts world in our country.”

“There'll be no one else to support our country once the pillars of our nation are no more!”

“Exactly. This will really mark the end of the martial arts world in China!”

Many patriotic citizens among the crowd lamented the potential fate of the country, but Zhang Jiuling was not in a hurry to address their concerns.

Instead, he cocked his head and directed his gaze across the tempestuous Brighfell River toward Jiangdong, which was not far away.

“Who said our foundation will be gone?” he questioned. “Who said we will have no hope? And who said China's martial arts world will be vanquished if War God Castle crumbles? We will shoulder this responsibility as pillars of the country until the coming of the one we await. We will be the torchbearers of the martial arts world in China. Trust me when I say this—the key that dictates the fate of China's martial arts world does not lie on Mount Van, let alone the War God Castle. Our hope will come from Jiangdong, from Mount Yunding!”

Zhang Jiuling clenched his fists, and his eyes were ablaze with passion as he spoke in a powerful and commanding voice that reverberated through the air to a distance.

Having heard him, the martial artists from Jiangdong were emboldened. They followed Zhang Jiuling and Lu Ziming's lead and crossed the Brighfell River to Jiangdong.

At the same time, on the shores of Eastsea, three notable leaders of the Chu Sect were gathered on a luxurious crew ship.

It went without saying that the person taking the lead was Chu Yuan, the Old Master of Mount Chumen.

On his right and left stood Tang Yun, the incumbent head of the Chu Sect, and Chu Tianqi, the head of the Chu family.

“Yun, Tianqi, look at the sea,” Chu Yuan said. “There was once an ignorant man who offended our sect, and we ended him here. History has proven time and again that our sect cannot be challenged.”

It had been three years since the incident he had referred to took place. However, every time he traveled through this area of the waters, he would be reminded of what had happened and feel proud about it.

It made him feel as if he was an emperor who had everyone and everything under his feet.

He retracted his gaze and looked at Saspiuburg, a continent not far away.

“Tianqi,” Chu Yuan called, “do you know that our ancestors and ancient masters found their roots in Saspiuburg, China? That place witnessed the glorious rise of our forefathers. The people should've acknowledged us by then, but they didn't. Hundreds of years have passed since, and we're back at this place again. This time, I will make sure no one stands in our way.”

Chu Yuan sounded ambitious and confident as if conquering China's martial arts world was an easy matter.

Beside him, Chu Qitian flashed an assuring smile after hearing Chu Yuan's words.

“Grandpa, we will go forth at your command. I shall bring War God Castle to ashes at dawn and return with the heads of the pillars of China by night tomorrow,” Chu Qitian uttered confidently as his eyes burned with combative spirit.