Novels by Camellia

So he said to Sanderson, Call the Eight Heavenly Kings and ask how things are going.Right away! Sanderson nodded at once, pulled out his phone, and dialed Travis’s number.The phone rang for ages, but no one answered.He turned to the Patriarch of the Hand family and said, Dad, no one’s picking up. Could they still be in the middle of the mission?The Patriarch nodded. Possibly. Let’s wait a bit longer then.Ten minutes later, the Patriarch said again, Sanderson, call the Eight Heavenly Kings once more!Sanderson did as he was told immediately.But this time, the call still couldn’t get through.The Patriarch frowned. Something’s not right. With their skills, how could it take them this long? Those are just some second-rate bodyguards—child’s play for the Eight Heavenly Kings. I still remember, back in the day when I was fighting battles far and wide, the Eight Heavenly Kings charged into the enemy’s stronghold with me. Twenty-something opponents, and the Eight Heavenly Kings wiped t

With that said, he waved at the eight men and smiled. Your eldest senior brother can no longer move. It’ll be trouble for the rest of you to draw close to him. If you want to die together, you might as well huddle up before you breathe your last. If you don’t, you can scatter far apart. I’ll give you one final minute to get ready.At these words, the Eight Heavenly Kings were overcome with despair, and deep down, none of them wanted to walk the road to the underworld alone.So the Iron-Fisted Yama, the first to be crippled, struggled to his feet, dragged his gravely injured body over to Travis, and slowly sat down beside him.The moment he settled, he burst into heart-wrenching sobs. Senior Brother, if we had known things would come to this, we eight brothers should never have ventured out into the mortal world...The others also crawled over with great difficulty.The eight men huddled tightly together. They had already forgiven Travis for his attempt to flee alone earlier.Because,

Travis couldn't figure it out—Alan clearly hadn't lifted a finger to stop him, so why couldn't he land the strike no matter how hard he tried?What on earth was that invisible force blocking his blade?!He had honed his martial arts to the pinnacle, yet he knew nothing of true supernatural power. Little did he know there existed a force that could act without physical contact—this force was spiritual energy!His arrogance lay in thinking he had found Alan’s weak spot and that he could deliver a fatal blow with one strike.Now, he was about to pay the price for his conceit!Alan let out a cold laugh, slowly lifted his foot, and crushed Travis’s left arm beneath it.With a slight press of his toe, Travis’s left arm was shattered at the elbow; only the fabric of his clothes connected the upper and lower arm.Travis howled in agony and scrambled to pull away. The sudden movement tore his clothes with a sharp rip!When he looked down in horror, he saw his forearm and hand lying on the othe

If it weren’t for his friendship with the Patriarch of the Hand family and the exorbitant sum of money offered, why would someone as powerful as him condescend to stay in a backwater like Peffers City?He asked himself inwardly—he had faced countless opponents in his life, yet never had he felt so utterly powerless as he did at this moment!In that split second just now, he hadn’t even seen clearly how this boy had struck before he was dealt a devastating blow!To a martial artist, nothing is more important than one’s arms—especially the right arm.If the right arm is crippled, the man is done for.After all, with only one arm, the body is constantly thrown off balance. Not to mention fighting others for supremacy—even running would lead to a noticeable loss of equilibrium. If a person’s center of gravity can’t stay aligned in the middle of their body, how can they ever hope to become a master?With a single palm strike, Alan sent seven men flying backward, filling the hearts of the E

Never in their wildest dreams had the three men imagined that Alan’s strength would be this terrifyingly monstrous!The opponent was also a man of considerable repute. It would have been understandable if Alan had defeated him after a dozen rounds of fighting.But Alan was utterly unreasonable—with a single strike, he had shattered the Iron Fist’s fist into pieces!When the Iron-Fisted Yama crashed to the ground, he was overcome with unspeakable horror.He had never thought that the source of his greatest confidence and power would be so fragile in the face of another man.Staring at his right arm, now reduced to a mangled pulp, he knew in his heart that half of his martial arts prowess had been destroyed forever.After decades of painstaking effort, the Iron-Fisted Yama was consumed by immense agony. He crawled toward Travis on one arm, sobbing, Senior Brother, you must avenge me!Travis’ face darkened. He nodded grimly.Rest assured, Eighth Junior Brother. We senior brothers will av

The vehicles pressed onward. The moment they rounded a bend, the driver suddenly spotted a figure standing dead center in the beam of the headlights.The driver sitting beside Travis let out a startled yelp. "Holy shit! Is that a man or a ghost?!"No one could blame him for being scared. After all, they hadn’t seen a single soul along these dozens of kilometers of mountain road. To suddenly find someone standing in the middle of the road like this was genuinely terrifying.Travis was also struck dumb with shock. He stared fixedly at the young man drawing nearer in the middle of the road, blurting out involuntarily, "Th-this really is a person!"The figure standing outside in the road looked remarkably young, a faint smile playing on his lips. He wore thin, light clothing, his hands clasped behind his back, his entire demeanor calm and relaxed—utterly out of place against the frigid, snow-blanketed backdrop of Changbai Mountain.This man was none other than Alan!At that moment, Claude

Feeling the gazes of the others, the legionnaires of the Fifth Squad couldn’t help but swell with a sense of pride. At the same time, their recognition and loyalty toward their new captain, Albert, grew even stronger.Captain Albert truly is full of surprises. From now on, our First Courtyard Legion will have another powerful warrior in its ranks. The captains of the other three squads cupped their fists and smiled at Albert, their attitudes amicable.They had no real rivalry with Albert—after all, they knew the position of Grand Legion Commander was far beyond their reach. Now that Albert kept demonstrating such stunning feats, he might very well surpass Elvis in the future. Naturally, they had no intention of antagonizing him excessively.Albert also wore a smile and returned their greetings one by one.Seeing how triumphant the Fifth Squad looked, some legionnaires from the First Squad couldn’t contain their sourness and snapped, What are you so proud of? You just got lucky and cle

If the Fifth Squad were an ordinary unit, facing an attack of this magnitude would surely have resulted in heavy casualties.Fortunately, however, in the state of Energy Merging, the combined power of the over one thousand legionnaires of the Fifth Squad was all channeled into Albert.Thus, when confronting the assault of the four-armed fiend demon chieftain, Albert merely shifted his thoughts and struck out with a palm. In that instant, a surge of overwhelming energy roared forth, also transforming into a torrent of energy that tore through the void, colliding head-on with the chieftain’s attack.The two shockwaves crashed against each other. The resulting aftershock instantly severed all the large trees within a radius of several hundred meters at the waist, and the ice covering the frozen lake also shattered in succession.With its first strike failing to land, the fiend demon chieftain let out a furious roar. It slammed its foot down, cracking the ice beneath, then shot forward li

I think Elvis and his men haven’t made it through yet. If they had, we would’ve already been teleported to the next floor.At these words, Albert lifted his gaze and looked ahead. At the edge of the dense, layered forest, he spotted a lake as clear as a mirror—though right now, an eerie, bone-chilling cold was emanating from its surface, freezing it solid entirely.Wispy mist formed from the cold hovered above the lake.Within the frigid fog, a towering, burly figure loomed faintly. At the same time, an overwhelming aura of power erupted forth like a storm, sweeping across an area spanning ten thousand meters in every direction.Under that crushing pressure, everyone present paled slightly.Even Albert’s expression turned much more solemn.Captain, that’s the fiend demon chieftain of the Twenty-Eighth Floor. From our estimation, its strength is probably around the Mid Heaven-spirit Realm.Pamela’s soft voice drifted over at that moment.To stand against it, we have no choice but to re

No matter how unbelievable it was, the fact stood plain before their eyes. In the end, they exchanged a glance, their expressions a complicated mix of emotions.What else could be said? It seemed that some people truly were cut from a different cloth.Having brushed past the greater fiend demon, Albert’s eyes narrowed slightly. He was now in a peculiar state of awareness. To his senses, countless illusory threads seemed to spread out across the area, weaving together to form a sort of net.This net covered a radius of roughly a hundred meters.He had already noticed earlier that when he stood within this net, he could actually manipulate those countless ethereal threads. When these threads coiled around his saber, they lent a boost to his own power.Later, upon closer observation, he discovered that these so-called illusory threads were, in fact, emanating from the bodies of the Fifth Squad’s legionnaires.At that point, he realized this must be yet another special power unique to eac

Greater fiend demons? The Silver Soul Body Realm?Upon hearing this, a glint flickered in Albert’s eyes. Was the leap in strength between these two tiers really this immense?The fierce battle raged on, with waves of soul power erupting continuously.Though the fiend demons held the advantage in numbers, under the well-honed coordination of the Fifth Squad’s legionnaires, their ranks dwindled at an astonishing pace. In contrast, the Fifth Squad suffered losses of merely a dozen men.This state of affairs, however, did not last long.Amidst the intense battlefield, a dozen bursts of extraordinarily terrifying energy suddenly erupted. The shockwaves generated by this energy sent dozens of nearby legionnaires flying.Albert’s gaze snapped toward the source, and he spotted a group of even larger fiend demons emerging. Their bodies bore a faint silvery hue, and surging waves of formidable energy coursed through their forms.These were clearly the greater fiend demons Thorne had warned them

If you have your eye on this position, Captain, you must also make preparations in advance. In the Twenty Legions, popular support is paramount. Once the legionnaires truly rally behind you, performing the Energy Merging Ritual will not only be far easier, but also far more powerful.Upon hearing Pamela’s reminder, Albert nodded slightly. The power of the Twenty Legions was rather special—it stemmed from the collective, not the individual. Thus, gaining the unanimous approval of the masses here would grant no small boost to his strength.And the simplest way to win people’s hearts was to lead the charge and conquer the Fiend Demon Cave.For this would benefit every legionnaire of the First Courtyard Legion. Whoever contributed the most in this endeavor would naturally earn the highest prestige.This was clearly Elvis’s line of thinking, which was why he was sparing no effort to push through the Fiend Demon Cave.Albert let out a helpless chuckle. It seemed that ever since he had maste