Ever since the tragic events in Maple Forest, where the experts of the Wanjian Sect mysteriously died, the martial world in the western region has been in an uproar.The bloody night left behind clear sword traces—subtle yet deadly thrusting movements, believed to be the hallmark of the Huangtu Sect's sword arts.Without hesitation, the Wanjian Sect accused the Huangtu Sect of being the mastermind behind the massacre.For them, the proof lay in the wounds found on their disciples' bodies—the sword moves were too similar to the Huangtu Sect's sword moves.However, the simmering tension between the two sects has not subsided.In fact, after the important meeting in Biratama City—where the five great sects of the western region gathered—the issue became even more heated, exacerbating the already tense atmosphere.“Brother Jian,” Gao Zhennan, the Sect Leader of Huangtu, said with a faint, cold smile. “It is too rash of you to immediately blame us for the deaths of your disciples just beca

On a night when the moon was full in early autumn, An Lushan, the leader of the Scarlet Heaven Sect, summoned Ning Xueyi.In the middle of the magnificent hall, the two of them faced each other.An Lushan sat on the grand chair, his powerful aura of authority felt domineering. With a cultivation that reached the Kaishi realm, his low voice exuded a terrifying tension.“Do you know what your assignment is this time?” he asked, his voice hoarse, full of emphasis.“Master, please give me this task. Trust me, I will complete it as master requests,” Ning Xueyi replied, his attitude humble, kneeling before the intimidating Grand Master.“Good!” An Lushan praised.“It’s time for us to venture into the Central Plains. Your two seniors—Yun Feiyang and Lei Xinghan—have been sent to the North and South, to cause chaos there.”“You better prepare yourself carefully for this task. Remember, there are many unpredictable experts in the Central Plains!”Ning Xueyi could not hide the joy that overflow

The young man shot out like lightning, piercing through the darkness of the night with a speed that was difficult for ordinary eyes to follow.He was Ning Xueyi, one of the top cultivators, from the Scarlet Heaven Sect.He had just been shocked by an unexpected clash with a young stranger at the Ghost Market. Anxiety had crept into his mind since the encounter, but it didn't stop him from running, looking for shelter.After running for so long in the darkness of the night, Ning Xueyi finally chose to take shelter in an old monastery that had long been abandoned.He stepped into the leaky hall, with fragile walls and broken windows. Ning Xueyi felt that this place was safe enough for the time being.“This is just bad luck. Just a bad coincidence to meet an expert in the Ghost Market,” he muttered softly, trying to calm himself down. “But I won’t let this stop my plan to spread chaos in the Central Plains.”His hands clenched tightly, feeling the pulse of anxiety in his veins.His heart

However, he suddenly felt something strange.His energy seemed to flow out uncontrollably, sucked out like water from a broken dam. In a short time, fifty percent of his power was gone without a trace.“What—what is this… let go of me! You’re going to kill me!” Tang Gu shouted, his face turning pale.The young man turned around slowly, staring coldly at Tang Gu, his gaze sharp like a drawn sword.At a glance, the previously hidden aura was now exposed, revealing an extraordinary power that was tightly wrapped by a secret technique.Congested!Tang Gu felt like his chest was being crushed by an invisible weight. His breath was suffocating, as if the air around him had suddenly disappeared. The aura that was emanating from the young man was no ordinary aura. This was the power of the Banxiang level—Demigods.His eyes widened instantly, fear echoing within him. “How is that possible? A young man this young, with such high cultivation?”“I… I made a big mistake…” Tang Gu thought in panic,

The more Eadric Rong smiled gently, accompanied by a faint cough, the greater the fear that enveloped Yan Wu and Yan Hai's hearts.They thought that the warm smile and gentle coughs were a sign that the Imam would take action, with his extraordinary powers, and punish them.Grandmaster level cultivators are fond of hiding their intelligence behind a seemingly weak demeanor.For example, Eadric Rong, who often coughs and looks weak, but who would have thought that he has reached the Banxiang realm, a very high level.Feeling scared and threatened, the two Yan Clan youths then approached Eadric Rong with trembling bodies. Without being asked, they knelt down and immediately begged for forgiveness."Teacher Tao Guo, forgive our impudence. We brothers did not see Mount Tai Shan in sight. We promise, in the future, we will no longer spout insulting words like that!"Plaque!Without hesitation, they slapped their own cheeks hard, until the sound of the slap echoed, shocking everyone around.