Judging from the overwhelming surge of energy flowing out of Nyi Langkir’s body, Rengga assumed that the female warrior, who had now reverted to her true form, was about to unleash her ultimate technique.His guess was correct. Nyi Langkir was preparing to use the Lovesoul Sword Technique—her deadliest move. It was a legacy from her master, the so-called Wandering Lover Warrior, and was one of the most feared sword techniques in the martial world. With that very technique, her master had spread terror across the realm, claiming countless lives of righteous warriors who fell to its deadly edge.Suddenly, Nyi Langkir’s body flared with a blazing crimson aura like fire itself. Once cloaked in a dark aura that withered her youthful appearance, now the leader of the True Soul Sect looked like a terrifying ghostly wraith.“You will die in misery, bastard! Your soul will wander aimlessly and then suffer eternally!” she threatened.Rengga knew her words weren’t empty. Judging by what she said

After giving the order, Prince Suryalaksana returned inside the tent, followed by the official behind him.Both of them stopped walking once they reached the side of Rengga’s still-unconscious body.“Quickly, check Uncle Rengga’s condition!”“Yes, Your Highness.” The official’s eyes scanned from Rengga’s face to his feet before kneeling beside him to begin the examination.The first thing he checked was Rengga’s pulse. Within just a few seconds of holding Rengga’s left wrist, a deep frown appeared on his forehead.Seeing the official’s expression, Prince Suryalaksana grew curious and asked, “How is Uncle Rengga’s condition?”“My apologies, Your Highness… In my opinion, the Commander’s condition shows no signs of internal injuries or anything of that sort. Strangely, however, his pulse is extremely weak, and I can’t sense any sign of life from him at all,” the official replied.“How could this happen?” Prince Suryalaksana asked again.“According to the medical knowledge I’ve studied, t

The color drained from Poncokusumo’s face the moment his eyes saw Nyi Langkir’s lifeless body. The shadow of defeat for the troops he now had to lead began to dance before his eyes. If even Nyi Langkir had fallen in battle against a warrior from the Sastrajingga Kingdom, what chance did he, whose martial skill was far below the leader of the Sukma Sejati sect, have?“Take her body away and throw it far from here!” he ordered.Poncokusumo could no longer think clearly. His cleverness in gathering strength now seemed useless. Tomorrow morning he had to lead his troops against the Sastrajingga army, which would certainly be led by the warrior who had defeated Nyi Langkir.Two soldiers carried Nyi Langkir’s body away from Poncokusumo’s sight, while the others remained near the deputy leader of the Blood Sword sect, waiting for his next command.Poncokusumo stood frozen in silence. His mind wandered, searching for a way to achieve victory in tomorrow’s battle. Yet the harder he thought, th

It was impossible for such a large number of troops to move silently, yet at the very least, the attack could still deliver an unexpected surprise to the enemy.But what the spies had predicted turned out to be a grave mistake. Following Poncokusumo’s instructions before he left to seek reinforcements, several spies had been deployed to guard and monitor the area where the rebel forces had gathered. Thus, the arrival of the spies from the Sastrajingga Kingdom, who were observing their position, was quickly discovered.Preparations to welcome the enemy were immediately set in motion. Hundreds of rebel archers were already in position, ready to unleash a rain of arrows as the opening strike.Although the attack was unlikely to be very effective due to the dense trees within the forest, the rebels hoped that their sudden assault could at least reduce the enemy’s numbers and buy them enough time to hold out until reinforcements arrived.On the other hand, their morale had already plummete

“I’m finished!” muttered Prince Suryalaksana. The sword in his hand was raised forward, forming the best defense he could manage.But the third son of King Dharmalaksana had no idea who he was facing. Such a clumsy defense meant nothing to Poncokusumo, who had long been seasoned in the harsh world of martial arts.Prince Suryalaksana could only surrender to the immense energy directed at him. He even closed his eyes in despair, resigned to the dreadful fate that seemed inevitable.But fate had something else in store. A split second before Poncokusumo’s strike reached the prince, Wiguna darted forward with astonishing speed, saving the heir of the Sastrajingga Kingdom from certain death.Yet, behind Prince Suryalaksana’s survival came a heavy price for Wiguna. Blocking Poncokusumo’s attack hurled him several steps backward until he slammed into a massive tree.Wiguna writhed in pain, his back throbbing with unbearable agony. His arms too felt the same torment, numb and useless, refusi