No wonder Ki Panji Anom was so furious. He had to expend a great deal of inner energy to create the Radar Shield. On top of that, King Dharmalaksana’s escape threatened the throne he had occupied for only a day.At present his forces numbered only about eleven thousand soldiers and the members of his sect no more than six hundred. The size of the enemy force remained uncertain, though he suspected it was clearly much larger than his own. Added to that were high-class warriors on the opposing side, which would only increase the likelihood that his throne could be retaken.Ki Panji Anom regretted the plan he had made. Had he not split his forces into four and launched a direct frontal attack on the Capital City, it was very likely that after taking the city he would have consolidated full power and would not have to fear a counterattack from the rightful heir.In royal politics it was commonly known that if a ruler held power without a royal lineage, his rule rarely lasted. For example,

Arya was surprised when he realized that Ki Panji Anom was not provoked into following him.He had to rack his brain to make the leader of the Hell Bat Sect fight far from the capital city, because there was a high possibility that many soldiers would suffer the consequences of their duel.“Damn it!” Arya cursed inwardly. Like it or not, he had to return and fight in the middle of the ongoing battle.A strike of energy with even greater power was launched by Arya as he darted toward Ki Panji Anom. Yet once again, the leader of the Hell Bat Sect blocked it only with his bare hands.An explosion that claimed the lives of soldiers inevitably occurred. Ki Panji Anom’s block moved wildly, blasting apart everything it touched. Not only soldiers from both sides, but even the houses of civilians inside the capital city were destroyed.Arya snorted in disbelief. Frustration was inevitable. The man ranked fifth among the strongest warrior

The Traitor of the White Path Suro Sentiko coughed lightly before spitting blood from his mouth. The old man then rose to his feet, channeling his inner energy to ease the pain wracking his body. Fury was etched across his face. Moments later, he drew his ancestral sword from its sheath. As soon as the crimson-bladed sword was unsheathed, a massive surge of energy erupted. Waves of scorching heat spread out, withering and dropping the leaves around him. “You will regret this, for the Hellfire Core Sword has been unleashed!” Suro Sentiko roared angrily. It was extremely rare for him to wield his sacred sword in battle. Warriors usually thought twice before facing him—not because of his personal power alone, but because of the elite division he commanded. From several meters away, Rengga narrowed his eyes at the crimson aura radiating from the Hellfire Core Sword in his enemy’s hand. A faint smile cu

Although he did not die immediately, the wounds suffered by Suro Sentiko were more than enough to plunge him into torment. His body felt battered and broken, every bone screaming in pain, and his movements became sluggish. His right arm had gone completely numb from the violent clash that had just taken place.“Who is he really? With such immense power, why have I never once heard his name echo in the martial world?” Suro Sentiko questioned himself in disbelief. The thought gnawed at his pride, especially as his gaze fell upon what remained of his sword—it had been shattered, leaving him with nothing but the broken hilt in his trembling hand.Even with his body feeling as though it had been torn apart, Suro Sentiko stubbornly forced himself to rise to his feet. Running was pointless, he knew. Escaping would be meaningless, for the youth before him would never allow him to flee, let alone live. The only thing left to do was endure—fight with the last fragments of strength within him, n

Ki Subandono’s face grew redder, flushed with burning rage. The insult of being reminded of his humiliating defeat in the past was bad enough, but being called a fool on top of that made his blood boil with uncontrollable fury.The leader of the Poison Valley sect turned sharply to glance at Brotosuro, gauging his condition.“Are you all right?” he asked in a tone that was both concerned and impatient.“I’m fine,” Brotosuro replied quickly, though his voice trembled faintly. “Let’s finish him off together!” The leader of the Lone Sword sect silently thanked the heavens that Ki Subandono had arrived just in time, preventing him from being overwhelmed alone.Elder Wiyasa planted his staff firmly into the earth, his eyes cold and sharp as blades. “Two cowards, joining forces against one man? Are you truly confident you can defeat me?” he sneered, his voice echoing with disdain.“Still daring to talk when you’re already close to death? You old bastard!” Ki Subandono roared in fury, leapin