"Gentlemen, please step aside. Make way for this weak student," Rong Tian said in a humble tone, as if trying to portray himself as powerless before these battle-hardened warriors. His black silk robes rustled softly in the stale air of the arena, while his pale hands remained hidden within his flowing sleeves.However, his calm demeanor and sharp eyes hid something far more dangerous than any of them could comprehend. The flickering torchlight cast dancing shadows across his face, revealing glimpses of the supernatural power that lay dormant beneath his scholarly appearance.Instead of making room, the fighters grew even closer, their demeanor becoming increasingly bold and threatening. The scent of sweat and leather filled the confined space as their muscled forms pressed in around him like wolves circling wounded prey.Some of them even began to search Rong Tian's pockets, trying to steal his money with rough, calloused hands. Rong Tian remained silent, allowing them to act for a m

A temporary peace enveloped Biramaki City like morning mist settling over tranquil waters, though beneath the calm surface, waves of change were brewing. The air carried whispers of supernatural events that had begun to stir the cultivation world into motion.Rong Tian enjoyed his private residence located at the edge of the city, where ancient willow trees swayed in gentle breezes. The house was not overly simple, yet it was also not extravagant in its luxury, striking the perfect balance between comfort and discretion that befitted someone seeking to avoid unwanted attention.Two main servants, Uncle Wu and Aunt Lan, led more than five additional servants who guarded the house with unwavering dedication. Their cotton robes bore the insignia of the Rong household, while their respectful demeanor spoke of genuine loyalty earned through fair treatment.In addition, there were thirty fighters who were skilled warriors from the Biramaki City Arena, their leather armor polished and weapon

After hurling insults as if she had never known Rong Tian, Zhao Hua, the daughter of the Deputy Minister, pulled Chang Zhong's hand with a confident gesture that spoke of noble breeding. Her voice was coquettish, but it contained a condescending tone as she glanced at Rong Tian with eyes that could freeze flowing water."Brother Chang, let's go," she said in a feigned, spoiled tone that made her silk sleeves rustle against her jade bracelets. "I can't wait to enjoy the full service at the mansion with its countless luxuries and exquisite decorations.""Why waste our precious time serving this coachman's son who doesn't know his place!" The words fell from her painted lips like poison drops, each syllable designed to cut deeper than any blade forged by mortal hands.Zhao Hua then gripped Chang Zhong's hand tightly, feeling the warmth that made her heart race like a caged bird desperate for freedom. Usually, Chang Zhong never allowed her to touch his hand, let alone speak while looking

The two thugs had just raised their hands to block Rong Tian and Qi Yu when the sound of whistling wind echoed through the restaurant's courtyard. The air suddenly turned cold as winter frost, as if the world had come to a standstill and time itself held its breath.Chetar! Chetar!The whip in Qi Yu's pale hand twisted like a long, hungry snake seeking prey among tall grass. The serrated blade-tipped end of the weapon moved with supernatural precision, targeting the vital acupuncture point on the neck of one guard with deadly accuracy.Her left hand moved as well, channeling dark qi through corrupted meridian pathways. A thin trail of black smoke emerged from her palm, forming a shadow blade ready to infiltrate the lungs of the other guard with poisonous spiritual energy."Help us!" the first guard screamed."Somebody help!" the second guard cried out in terror.The two guards never expected that the figure who had just arrived possessed such terrifying skill in combat arts. They coul

"You're surprised, aren't you? Little brother... I see that even though you're not from the martial arts world, you know who the Black Bat King is, don't you?" Qi Yu said proudly, her eyes shining with obvious arrogance that glittered like sharpened steel in candlelight.The afternoon sun streaming through the restaurant's latticed windows caught the scarred beauty of her face, highlighting both her confidence and the dangerous aura that surrounded her like morning mist."As the leader of the demonic cultivation sect, the Black Bat King was indeed feared hundreds of years ago!" Qi Yu took a deep breath, emphasizing her words while her black tunic rustled softly against the leather of her weapon harness. The tiger-tooth spikes on her whip caught the light, creating small flashes that spoke of violence barely contained."No wonder even those outside the Jianghu have heard of his great name echoing through history!" Her voice carried the pride of someone who had studied the legends of de