All Chapters of The Sword Of The Fire Dragon: Chapter 661
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The Power of Jalukarna
Sensing that brute strength alone would no longer suffice, Pandu Dewanata changed his tactics. His body blurred into motion, weightless and precise, as he invoked the Art of Lightened Body and combined it with his devastating technique — Mad Bamboo Sweep.The sudden shift in rhythm caught Jalukarna’s four phantom bodies off guard. The Mad Bamboo Sweep was infamous for its fluidity, every swing unpredictable, as if the bamboo itself were alive and drunk on madness. Enhanced by Pandu’s perfected mastery of the Lightened Body Art, his movements became too fast, too erratic for ordinary eyes to follow. Within heartbeats, his bamboo staff lashed out like a storm — cleaving through three of the illusory Jalukarnas in bursts of thunderous impact.The explosions of energy rippled through the battlefield, shaking the ground like a quake. The three false bodies shattered — yet even as fragments of shadow dispersed into the wind, they began to re-form, their essence slithering back toward union.
Golden Dragon Sword
Jalukarna closed his eyes, the monstrous general’s breaths deep and rhythmic, before he began to chant in a guttural, ancient tongue. The air trembled as he mouthed each syllable, and then—his roar shattered the silence.“Demon King’s Mace!”In a blur of dark energy, his massive frame vanished. To mortal eyes, he had disappeared completely. But to King Wirabhumi—whose sight had long surpassed the limits of ordinary men—Jalukarna’s vanishing act was nothing but a crude trick. The king’s sharpened senses could trace every shimmer of movement, every ripple in the air caused by the infernal general’s speed.The ruler of Erlangga stood firm, unflinching. His calm eyes glowed faintly, mirroring both wisdom and fury. He had faced death too many times to fear its shadow now. The moment his inner energy surged, the ground cracked beneath his feet. He was no mere monarch in that instant—he was a force of nature preparing to strike.Jalukarna reappeared beside him like a storm breaking through t
Assault on the Demon Legion
Ki Mangkubumi’s gaze settled heavily upon Arya. His voice, calm yet edged with gravity, cut through the air like a silent decree.“I fear the situation has turned dire. We should pull the troops back before the demon army emerges.”Arya’s eyes hardened, defiance flickering like steel in his pupils. To him, retreat was no virtue—it was shame dressed as reason. Dying on the battlefield, sword in hand, was far nobler than fleeing from an unfinished fight.Ki Mangkubumi, sensing the unspoken protest, continued with quiet firmness.“I know what you’re thinking, Commander. But withdrawal does not mean surrender. It is wisdom. Our men are weary, and strategy must prevail where brute strength cannot. We are down to eight thousand soldiers—barely a shadow of what we began with. If we charge headlong now, we’ll be feeding them to death itself.”He wasn’t exaggerating. Based on the intelligence Ananta Shesa had gathered, every demon warrior possessed strength at least equal to a human elite cult
The Emergence of Prince Kalasekti
Arya’s gaze sharpened as he looked upon the endless horde of demonic soldiers blanketing the heavens. The sight tugged at the edges of his memory — a dream he had once experienced before the great war in Sastrajingga, when he and Mandalasura fought side by side against an overwhelming darkness. Now, that same vision unfolded before his eyes, as though the fabric of prophecy had been torn open and spilled into reality.Though the number of demons was not as vast as in his dream, the formation in the sky — thick enough to swallow sunlight itself — was more than enough to convince him that the nightmare he had once seen was now a warning come true. According to that dream, the leader of the demon army would soon appear amidst the dark swarm, a harbinger of calamity to come.The demons, believing themselves untouchable in the open sky, were jolted by terror when King Wirabhumi pursued them. The black flames that clung to his body refused to fade, radiating death and fury in equal measure.
Immunity to the Black Flame
King Wirabhumi and the Black Dragon King — both masters of the fiercest fire elements — found themselves unnerved by the overwhelming power radiating from Prince Kalasekti. For the first time in their existence, their signature weapon — the black flame that could incinerate souls — failed to leave so much as a scorch mark. The prince’s skin shimmered beneath the fire, as if wrapped in an unseen armor forged by an ancient, divine force.It was no mystery why. The power coursing through Kalasekti’s veins was not his own — it was the inheritance of his father, the Demon King himself, whose essence he had gathered piece by piece after it was shattered in the ancient war between the Celestials and the Demon Race tens of thousands of years ago.“You fools,” the prince’s voice thundered, reverberating through the sky like rolling storms. “Do you think black fire can harm me? My body is beyond flame. No fire, no heat, no inferno in any realm can touch me!”At those words, realization dawned u
Aid in the Hour of Desperation
Hearing King Wirabhumi’s words, Arya could finally grasp the desperate situation the four of them were in. If only he could soar through the skies like King Wirabhumi, it would’ve been an easy matter to drive the Blade of Four Elements into Prince Kalasekti’s heart. But that luxury was beyond him—he couldn’t fly, and worse still, he stood upon the back of the colossal Hydra, a beast so immense it dwarfed even the Prince of the Demon King himself.“We’ll buy time and look for an opening, Your Majesty,” Arya said firmly. “For now, we’ll strike together from a distance until we find the chance to kill him.”“That’s how it should be, Prince, but…” King Wirabhumi’s voice trailed off as his sharp eyes caught the movement of Prince Kalasekti, who was already darting toward them like a streak of darkness. “I don’t know how long my inner energy can sustain my flight!”“Scatter!”The ruler of the Erlangga Kingdom roared his command, and Arya along with the Black Dragon King immediately broke fo
Aid of the Monkey King
Rengga could only gape as Sarwana — the Monkey King himself — revealed an ability no one in the Valley of Life had ever shown during Rengga’s years of apprenticeship: he could fly. For all the time Rengga had spent in the valley, Sarwana had never once hinted at such a gift. Yet now, like a living legend descended from myth, he hovered above the battlefield with effortless grace, as if the air had become his throne.If one traced Sarwana’s bloodline back to the ancestors who once stormed the palaces of the heavens, such a gift was not wholly impossible. Stories of those forebears had been told in half-whispers around campfires for generations — furious, capricious demigods who had overturned celestial courts. To see a descendant of that lineage now manifest similar powers was to watch myth step back into the world.Pandu Dewanata, who had once fought Sarwana and later been forgiven by him, wore the same stunned expression. The wish he had harbored to meet his old teacher again had com
The Appearance of the Goddess of Life
Prince Kalasekti and Sarwana stood face-to-face, their auras clashing in an unseen storm of divine and demonic power. The sheer magnitude of the energy radiating from their bodies was beyond imagination—an oppressive force that made even the heavens tremble.Just as the battle was about to erupt, a radiant figure emerged beside Sarwana—a woman wrapped in light so pure and blinding that the world itself seemed to pause in reverence.Time froze.Neither Prince Kalasekti nor Arya could move. Even the raging war below—the clash of soldiers, the roars of beasts, the screams of the dying—fell into utter stillness.“Do not interfere in this battle, Sarwana,” said the shining woman, her voice gentle yet filled with an authority that pierced the soul.Sarwana’s eyes widened in disbelief. That familiar presence… impossible to mistake. It was the same divine being who had once awakened his ancestor from darkness.He quickly bowed his head. “My deepest respects, Goddess Kwan Im.”“Return to your
Battle at Heavenly Peak – Part I
Countless times, Prince Kalasekti’s attacks rained upon a single point, carving a vast crater into the mountain. The gaping hole he created was wide enough to bury an entire mansion beneath its depth. A thick cloud of dust rolled upward, swirling before being swept away by the fierce mountain winds. Trees were torn from their roots and flung outward, forming a vast ring around the site of devastation. The crater looked as though a piece of the heavens themselves had fallen upon the earth. Arya swallowed hard. His mind struggled to imagine what would have happened if that monstrous strike had landed on a human body. Even with the spiritual energy surging within his core, even with all his battle experience, he knew better than to test such power directly. That single blow carried enough might to erase him from existence. Against an opponent like Prince Kalasekti—son of the Demon King—recklessness meant death. Arya knew this battle demanded precision, strategy, and the patience of a
Battle at Heavenly Peak – Part II
The alliance of warriors—each one a master at the peak of their cultivation—moved as one, determined to annihilate the demon legions once and for all. Their combined strength rippled across the battlefield, their weapons shimmering with spiritual light as they tore through the darkness like a tide of vengeance.Meanwhile, high above the scarred earth, Prince Kalasekti hovered a meter above the ground. His aura burned like a black sun, suffocating the air around him. Below, Arya struggled to rise, his body battered, his breathing shallow but defiant.Kalasekti glided closer, his movements smooth, predatory. A mocking smile tugged at his lips—a smile meant to humiliate, not amuse.“No matter how hard you try, human,” he said coldly, “you are not my equal. Among all the mortals that crawl upon this world, only one could ever stand against me—and he has long vanished, retreating from the affairs of men.”Those words—retreating from the affairs of men—sparked a flicker of memory in Arya’s