Elder Jamin was thrown back, blood streaming from his mouth. He tried to lift his hand, but his body could no longer move.“You damned brat… The Black Wind Sect will hunt you… to your grave…”Hansen stared at him coldly. “Let them. I’ll bury them one by one.”Without hesitation, he swung his hand. A small bolt of lightning shot straight into Elder Jamin’s heart. In an instant, the old man's life was extinguished. His body twitched briefly, then stilled forever.In the corner of the room, Alex was being dragged by Stanley. His face was covered in dust and blood. He squirmed, trying to resist, but had no strength left.Hansen approached slowly, his face calm yet full of pressure.“Alex… You once had a chance to turn your life around. But you chose to be a puppet.”Alex laughed weakly, coughing up blood. “I… will rise again… I will—”A gentle touch landed on his forehead.A faint white light entered like mist, seeping into his mind. A few seconds later, Alex’s eyes widened—then went blan

After the brief fight that sent the village thugs scrambling, the atmosphere shifted drastically. The villagers began to gather cautiously, eyes fixed on the calm young man standing with an untouchable aura.The burly man who had led the gang now stood unsteadily, blood trickling from his temple."Who do you think you are?! You dare interfere with our business?!" he shouted, though his body trembled violently.Hansen turned to him. His gaze was sharp and cold. "Then come again. Bring more. But make sure you also bring coffins."Firm, calm, and ruthless.The man opened his mouth, but no words came out. His breath caught under the crushing weight of Hansen’s pressure.None of them dared reply. One by one, the thugs retreated, some dragging away their unconscious companion.An elderly village chief approached Hansen and bowed deeply. "Sir… we don’t know how to thank you… Please, come to our home. We’ll serve you tea and—"But Hansen simply waved a hand without even turning. "I don’t need

From behind pine leaves and moss-covered rocks, the sniper adjusted his position once more. He squinted toward the terrain below.“Where’d that pretty girl disappear to?” he muttered with a grin, his breathing calm despite the rush of adrenaline. “I saw her hair flutter behind that boulder just a moment ago…”But before he could line up his rifle again, a soft crack from a breaking twig came from behind. His eyes widened—military instinct took over. He jumped backward and drew a sidearm from his waist, firing two shots toward the sound.BANG! BANG!Only one bullet nearly found its mark.Mona, who had been about to strike with her combat knife from behind, flung herself to the side. She dodged the shot, but the first bullet grazed her left shoulder, tearing through flesh. Blood burst from the wound as her body hit the ground hard.Thud!Mona winced, biting back the pain. Her uniform was quickly soaked in blood, but she kept a tight grip on her knife.“Ha!” the sniper laughed curtly, ap

The night atop the mountain felt like an endless stretch of cold. A thin mist veiled the trees, and the wind carried the scent of damp earth and dew. Hansen sat cross-legged beneath a large tree, as if asleep. But his eyes were only shut—his spirit diving deep into meditation. The invisible celestial energy, unseen by ordinary people, gently flowed into his body, spinning through the meridians and spiritual core he had trained since his previous life.“The energy here is calm… but there’s a faint scent of blood coming from the east… the wind carries it.”Hansen murmured inwardly, the corner of his lips twitching slightly.Suddenly, the ground trembled lightly—not an earthquake, but footsteps. Light. Extremely light. As if the wind had learned to walk.“One person. Breathing steady. Not too deep. An assassin… or a spiritual practitioner. But they don’t yet know who they’re approaching.”A faint mist spread through the air. Its aroma was sweet—deceptively so. To ordinary humans, it woul

The early dawn wind blew gently, brushing away the cold river water that still clung to their clothes. Bara lay unconscious, his body bound by spiritual threads crafted by Hansen—energy strands invisible to ordinary eyes.Hansen looked at the man, then sighed. His expression turned serious again. His fingers touched Bara's forehead, channeling a faint stream of energy, and his lips moved—murmuring words barely audible.“Soul-Seeking Technique...”A faint light emerged from Hansen’s fingers, slowly threading its way into Bara’s head, searching through the hidden remnants of his memories.Fragments of sound echoed in Hansen’s mind—faint at first, then clearer:“Bara, do you remember his face?”That voice… cold. The man never showed his face, but his tone was commanding and full of authority.Hansen froze the flow of energy and pulled his hand back. His eyes regained clarity, but a sharper glint now resided in them.“I know who’s behind this,” Hansen murmured.Mona, still twisting her ha