Medicine Sage Valley; Ascension Pavillion. On hearing the excited shout, Yuwen Ruohan's heart stopped. The valley master, Yuwen Hao, was pushed back, his disc hitting his chest. He wobbled for a second but immediately regained his footing. The impact rattled his internal organs, causing him a little damage. His gaze sharpened, focusing on the blinding bright light illuminating the venue. Yuwen Hao retracted the disc immediately. If it's really Murong Wuque, he would detect the artifact's origin immediately. So what if he's back? He would only be returning to his gallows, to die faster. Chu Feng, Su Mei and the rest looked on in shock. Zhang Xiao Wei collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily. The serpent punishing rod had suddenly turned to a ball of fire, shooting out of his hand to collide with the disc. It's obvious that the burst of power just experienced didn't come from him. Someone else, someone invisible, was controlling the serpent punishing rod. The serpent punishing

This edict immediately sent waves wracking through the crowd. Qin Li stepped forward. “In the place I was imprisoned, I discovered something. Someone was using the techniques First brother taught us to kill people. Among the floating memory shards from corpses encountered in that valley, there were two things I discovered.” Everyone listened attentively, even Yuwen Ruohan and his people. All wanted to know about the devastating incidents he encountered. “Someone wearing a grey cloak used First brother’s technique to harvest people. People outside don't know first brother personally, and only hear about his techniques, so seeing someone who uses his techniques makes the naive ones assume he's the one and fall victim.” “Henceforth, anyone caught using First brother’s techniques, or impersonating First brother, pretending to be him in any kind of way should be treated as a criminal. We must stop this evil before it goes far. Tell everyone that whoever pretends to be First brothe

The moment Alvin arrived in his dressing room, he punched a series of spots on the wall, and the eastern partition slid open, ushering him into his secret space. “System, give me details.”“A drug ring suspected to have connections to blood zone mafia groups and shadow abyss, an affiliate of the evil organization, just brought in a batch of contraband materials. If those drugs enter the country market, the results would be devastating. We suspect there are other evil items hidden therein. That's why we must not let the cargo reach the headquarters. Stop them and steal the consignment at all costs.”He exhaled a deep breath, feeling a volcano pound in his vein, throbbing wildly with raw need. He needed to feel alive and immerse himself in the thrill of danger. This was what he was born to do. What he's destined to shoulder. “Drug rings huh? This is the first time you've ever asked me to intercept drug packages. What changed? Or could it be that there hasn't been any drug ring in Amer

Bay AreaThe day workers who unload cargoes had ended their day's jobs, and accepted their pays from the various agencies which hired them. The wharf was slowly clearing out. By eight, roadblocks have been set up to prevent trespassers from entering. A man dressed in ripped jeans and black singlet came out of one of the temporary shelters, holding a flaming cigarette. He took a long drag, a slight frown on his face. The exhaled smoke formed rings before him. He walked around slowly, his eyes sharp and vigilant. Alvin concealed his aura where he hid. The man who looked like a regular thug didn't seem so simple to him. On the surface, he looked like every normal thug out there… just with a rougher edge. Yet, there seems to be this undertone of power around him. His eyes are melancholic, his demeanor calm like still waters. He leaned against a container, took another drag of his cigarette, and let it out. Alvin's nerves were taut. The smell of smoke permeating the environment was i

Alvin slammed his palm onto the ground. “Shadow Step!” He became a blur, moving like a phantom, with each step more cartons disappeared, while the bullets caught other unfortunate people. But none of the men acted as if they felt the pain. Alvin reappeared atop a container, blood already seeping from a shallow graze along his ribs. The man in ripped jeans appeared behind him a black whip flying out like a snake tail. Alvin dodged the whip, bending in a position that defied gravity, forming a thirty degree angle with the container surface where he was. The man's eyes narrowed and he smirked. “Quite a bold one huh? Either you're unfathomably brave, or incredibly stupid. You even came alone.” Alvin scoffed and disappeared from the spot, making the bullets and dagger pointed at him hit others. “To deal with wastes like you…” Alvin whispered behind the man, stabbing four nails into his back. “Only I am enough.” The man groaned and expelled the nails. Too late. The nails