Novels by Mamanda

The explosion rang out with a thunderous echo, loud enough to rattle the wooden beams of the nearby houses. Dust and smoke billowed in the air. Two figures were hurled backward by the force of the impact, their bodies spinning before they managed to regain control and land heavily on their feet.Meanwhile, Fang Yun stood motionless, rooted to the same spot as if the blast had been nothing more than a gust of wind brushing past him. Not even a ripple of unease disturbed his calm expression.The two who had been thrown back exchanged a glance. Both of them still gripped the heavy sickles strapped across their backs—curved weapons large enough to make ordinary men tremble.“It seems we’ve underestimated him, Brother Raka!” said the younger of the two, his voice tinged with surprise.“You’re right, Brother Raki,” replied the elder one, his eyes narrowing with grudging respect. “I did not expect this man to withstand our strike without moving even a si

The four remaining guards, who had just witnessed their companion’s chest crushed in a single merciless strike, felt a chill run down their spines. Terror gripped their hearts, but the fear of their ruthless village chief weighed heavier than their dread. For that reason, they forced themselves to launch an attack against Fang Yun.Two machetes and two swords gleamed coldly under the dim light, slashing simultaneously toward Fang Yun’s body. Yet, to their astonishment, the young man did not flinch, did not even blink. He stood as if the approaching blades meant nothing. Only when the four weapons were about to cleave into him did he finally move. With a sudden flicker, his figure blurred—his feet stepping upon the art of the Quiet Wind Step. In the blink of an eye, he had vanished and reappeared behind them.“Die!” one of the guards shouted triumphantly, believing the strike had already landed true. But the brief flash of joy drained instantly from his face. Their

After a short sleep of more than three hours, Fang Yun rose and hurried outside. Suropati stood at the edge of the hut, chatting quietly with Zun Xia, the morning mist still clinging to the trees of the Karaenta forest.“Grandfather, we will leave now. Suropati, let us depart,” Fang Yun announced.Suropati—who could alter his form and has the uncanny ability to assume an almost human presence—nodded and mounted his steed, following Fang Yun as he swung onto his own horse.“Are you ready?” Fang Yun asked as they tightened the saddles and prepared to set off.“I have been ready since you fell asleep,” Suropati answered with an easy laugh. Without Qian Hui here, he allowed himself a familiar, relaxed manner that hinted at the closeness between them.“Then let us go.” Fang Yun urged his horse forward, and they tore through the forest along a narrow path carpeted with dry leaves. The trees seemed to part in respect as the two riders vanished under the green vault of branches.With the myst

“I will summon him here at once!” Qian Hui added.She closed her eyes for a brief moment, and a gentle wind began to spiral within the small hut as if the air itself had answered her call. The light shifted, the scent of pine and distant smoke swirled, and then the figure who had long been known to Fang Yun appeared as if stepping from the shadows of memory.“Your Majesty, I pay my respects,” Suropati said, bowing low and bringing both palms together before his face in a gesture of formal devotion.“Suropati, help my son, Fang Yun. Lead the troops from my domain,” Qian Hui commanded with quiet authority.“I will carry out Your command, Your Majesty,” Suropati replied, inclining his head once more.Fang Yun felt a flash of surprise cross his features when he recognized the man standing there, but the shock quickly melted into laughter. This was the same Suropati who had once guarded the sacred scroll entrusted to Fang We and who had stood across from Fang Yun in a previous clash. He wa

A moment later, his figure vanished and reappeared right in front of Emperor Kong Xiang’s grand palace.The palace gate guards, who caught sight of Fang Yun, immediately bowed in deep respect.“Please escort me to your Emperor,” Fang Yun said in a firm yet calm voice.“At once, Master. Please, follow me inside!”The iron-clad gates creaked open, and the soldier walked ahead with disciplined steps, while Fang Yun followed quietly behind.Inside the palace, Emperor Kong Xiang was seated in the main hall, surrounded by several high-ranking officials of the Shang Dynasty. The moment he sensed Fang Yun’s presence entering his domain, the Emperor abruptly rose from his throne. Without hesitation, he hastily strode out of the hall.The officials inside the chamber exchanged puzzled glances. It was rare—almost unthinkable—for the ruler of the Genie kingdom in the depths of the death forest to cut short his words and rush outside in such a manner.“Why didn’t you tell me beforehand that you we

Zun Xia’s eyes widened, disbelief and a new, sharp respect showing at once. How could his spiritual sight have missed such powerful artifacts on this mortal’s person? In all his long existence, he had never met a human so wrapped in mystery that even his inner senses could not fully perceive.“No wonder Emperor Kong Xiang feared him,” Zun Xia muttered. “The creature he trembled most to face now stands with you.” He did not blink as he regarded the Sea of Fire Sword displayed before him.“Do you wish to meet him?” Fang Yun asked, raising the question with some amusement.“Don’t be ridiculous, Fang Yun!” Zun Xia snapped, voice suddenly thin with dismay. “We of the Genie would prefer not to cross that being—he might incinerate us in an instant.” The old man’s weathered features creased in worry.Fang Yun chuckled and then returned the relics to the Annihilation Chamber with the casual ease of one who had long carried great things. “Tell me about Went