Chang Zhong's sword shot forward like a bolt of lightning tearing through storm clouds, producing a crackling sound like burning wood in a funeral pyre. The blade hummed with spiritual energy that made the very air vibrate with lethal intent.The air around him grew hot and oppressive, scorched by the spiritual energy flowing from his sword in waves. The spectators held their breath with lungs burning, their hearts pounding like war drums as they watched the intensifying battle that would determine life and death.Qi Yu, still smiling smugly over her victory in humiliating Zhao Hua before the crowd, was too late to realize the danger threatening her life. Her eyes widened in shock as Chang Zhong's sword approached at an incredible speed that defied mortal perception."Rising Sun Sword!" Chang Zhong shouted with voice that shook the beach, his voice echoing through the air like thunder announcing judgment, filled with anger and hatred that burned hotter than any flame.Golden light ema

As Qi Yu lay weak on the splintered wooden planks with gaping wounds that wouldn't stop bleeding, a crowd of commoners quickly poured in from the edge of the battle area. They gathered with triumphant expressions painted across their faces, like wild dogs that had finally cornered their prey after a long hunt."Look at that demon girl now lying in her own blood! She deserves her punishment for daring to challenge the righteous!" shouted an old man with a thin beard that hung from his weathered chin, spitting on the ground near where Qi Yu lay in agony. His voice was filled with hatred toward Qi Yu that had festered for years against the demonic sects.An old woman with missing front teeth pointed at Qi Yu with her wrinkled fingers like claws. Her voice was shrill and grating to the ears, carrying malice in every syllable."You worthless devil sect trash who pollutes our sacred ground! How dare you challenge a disciple of the sacred Sword Light Sect that protects our city! Don't you kn

State Master Lin Zhao merely snorted coldly at the shallow praise that meant nothing to him. His gaze was sharp and unwavering like a drawn blade, ignoring all the cheap praise around him that flowed like water.It seemed he was focused entirely on searching for the vanished spiritual traces that still lingered faintly. The flattery of mortals held no interest for one who had reached his level of cultivation.The crowd followed enthusiastically as State Master Lin walked around the arena with measured steps. Every step State Master Lin Zhao took created tremendous fear in those nearby, his aura pressing down on them like physical weight.The attendees whispered among themselves in hushed tones, trying to catch the mysterious movements of the State Master. "Look! He's looking for something important!" whispered a young man to his companion with eyes wide, pointing at the slowly moving figure.State Master Lin Zhao slowly moved his hands in intricate patterns, emitting a thin yet sharp

Rong Tian dived from the sky with a movement that exuded elegance and power beyond mortal capability. His Black Bat King's robe fluttered dramatically behind him, splitting the darkness of the night like the wings of a giant bird soaring through the sky with supernatural grace.His Qinggong technique was flawless and refined through countless hours of practice, as if he were part of the wind itself rather than merely riding upon it. Unfortunately, no one witnessed his breathtaking display of martial prowess that would have left observers speechless with awe.The silent night was the only witness to his extraordinary skill that defied natural law. As his feet touched the ground with precision that spoke of absolute control, each step created a subtle yet palpable vibration that spread outward.The vibration rippled through the air in expanding circles, like ripples on the surface of calm water disturbed by a falling stone. In front of him lay the Bai Feng Dynasty Imperial Cemetery stre

Rong Tian remained motionless behind the ancient tombstone, using the hiding technique he had mastered through years of demonic cultivation. He sharpened his hearing to supernatural levels, hoping to catch the conversation between State Master Lin and the mysterious figure called "Prince" who stood beside him."The mission in the Hadarac Desert was a complete failure, Lin Zhao," the Prince's heavy voice sounded cold as winter frost cutting through the night air. "You caused unnecessary chaos that drew unwanted attention to our operations."State Teacher Lin bowed slightly with hands clasped before him, his voice full of regret though his eyes showed calculating intelligence. "Forgive me, Prince. The plan to divide the white sect and the demon sect did not go as expected despite our careful preparations.""Five hundred royal archers in black masks were supposed to create perfect chaos and confusion," the prince replied with disappointment evident in his tone. "But instead, you've made