The night breeze blew softly, carrying the scent of leaves and damp earth, as if a silent witness to the incident that had just unfolded beneath the ancient boughs. Moonlight filtered through the canopy, casting dappled patterns on the forest floor where Mao Shen's body lay broken and still.Eadric Rong's figure slowly disappeared into the darkness of the wilderness, his steps as silent as death itself. He merged with the mysterious shadows of the night, leaving behind only the whispers of the wind and the secrets of the forest to mark his passing.Sima Cheng, the leader of the Iron Hand Organization, sat regally on a luxurious palanquin carried by four of his men, his robes of crimson silk embroidered with golden threads that caught the moonlight like captured stars. Each of their steps sounded light yet firm, echoing on the narrow and winding paths in the dimly lit forest where shadows danced like spirits between ancient trees.The palanquin, painted in gold and red with lacquer har

The forest clearing lay bathed in the golden light of dusk, with ancient oak trees standing like silent sentinels around its perimeter. Blood-tinged mist hung in the air, carrying the metallic scent of fresh slaughter.Sima Cheng arrived at the scene, his footsteps faltering as shock coursed through his meridians. The situation that should have been full of hustle and bustle was now desolate, like a battlefield after the war drums had ceased.There was no crowd at all, only a young man standing upright, his posture as unyielding as a mountain pine. His hand gripped a sword that was still covered in fresh blood, crimson droplets falling to nourish the earth beneath.The young man's face looked grim, shadows playing across his features in the fading light. His eyes burned with hatred and resentment, like twin flames in the gathering darkness.Beneath his feet lay the figure of the Monkey King, its golden fur now stained with its lifeblood. This was a Transcendent rank spiritual being th

Even the sound of his own breathing seemed to echo in the place, reverberating through the emptiness like thunder across mountain valleys. But suddenly there was a voice echoing in the space, so authoritative it seemed to emanate from the fabric of reality itself."Young man," the voice flowed calmly yet meaningfully, like a river that had seen the rise and fall of empires. "I know that you have long awaited the legendary contract creature. Remember, I chose you. My power is defense, and your power is also in line with that. Let us unite and combine our powers!"As soon as the sentence was finished, Eadric Rong felt a tremendous rush of energy enter his body, like a dam breaking after centuries of holding back a mighty river. It felt like an electric shock, but much more intense, as if every cell in his body was being reforged in divine fire.It was no ordinary power that flowed through his meridians. The Qi energy was so powerful and fierce, making his entire body tremble like a leaf

The Red Sky Sect, located in Sun Peak City where ancient pagodas pierced the clouds like spears thrust toward heaven, was galvanized that day. Their compound, once resplendent with crimson banners and the sound of disciples training, now stood in partial ruin.Since their destruction some time ago when their halls burned and their strongest warriors fell, the sect seemed to vanish from the martial world's memory like morning mist before the sun. Their name was no longer heard among practitioners in the tea houses and martial gatherings.Their influence was waning, their once-proud disciples now walking with lowered heads, their red robes faded to the color of dried blood. The training grounds lay silent where once the clash of swords and shouts of exertion filled the air from dawn till dusk.However, a new excitement ensued when the huge silhouette of the Spirit Ship appeared on the horizon, its massive hull splitting the twilight sky with its majestic and eerie shadow. The vessel flo

The aura of the two men was so oppressive, making the atmosphere even more tense, as if the very air had become thick and difficult to breathe. Their presence seemed to dim the sunlight filtering through the paper windows, casting long shadows across the worn floor."Then, take me to Khagan," An Luo Xing said with an excitement that could not be hidden, like a child offered a glimpse of celestial wonders. Her eyes sparkled, as if her big dream was about to come true after years of patient waiting.Before long, An Luo was already inside an unusually large and spacious spirit ship that hovered above the ground like a mountain suspended in air. The metal hull gleamed with runes of protection and speed, ancient symbols whose meanings were lost to all but the most learned scholars.The ship looked like a fortress floating in space, exuding a technological splendor that she had never imagined before, not even in the most fantastic tales told by traveling merchants. The Han Tian scripture sp