After Ristyo’s body lay cold on the ground, the night returned to silence, but this time the atmosphere felt far heavier. Serisya stood a few steps away from Hansen, gripping her red sword tightly as she gazed at the man who had now become the center of a massive storm. Even though she had just conquered her Sword Soul and gained new power, she knew clearly that Hansen’s next move would be far more dangerous than any battle before.Hansen turned to her.“Go back to the room,” he said calmly.Serisya was slightly startled.“Where are you going?”Hansen stored Ristyo’s looted spatial ring while answering casually,“To eliminate the root of the problem.”Serisya’s eyes widened.“The Wiguna Family?”Hansen merely smiled faintly.“If a snake keeps biting, then you cut off its head.”Serisya naturally understood what he meant.She was worried.Extremely worried.No matter how powerful Hansen was, directly attacking the head of the Wiguna Family was still an incredibly dangerous act.But Ser

The sky was gray. The hill wind carried the smell of damp earth and blood that had not yet dried.Adhikara stood among the hills and towering trees. His war robe was blood-red, with gold dragon embroidery coiling around the sleeves. Behind him, three hundred experts at the One-Star God Level stood in neat rows like spears. Their auras merged, making the air tremble faintly.Before him, there were only two figures.A young man dressed in black, a long sword hanging at his waist. Beside him, a red-haired woman with a blazing red sword slung across her back. Both stood calmly, as if the three hundred people before them were nothing but morning mist.Adhikara stepped forward one pace. The ground beneath his foot cracked. “You,” his voice was heavy, pressing down on the entire valley. “Are you the one who killed my father and my younger brother?”Hansen lifted his face. The corners of his lips curved, forming a faint smile. He nodded, without hesitation. “Correct.”That smile turned into a