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

The North Wind Sect stood atop a vast stretch of chained mountains. Night mist hung thinly between the peaks, making the entire sect look like a submerged land of the gods. At this moment it was silent. Almost all disciples and elders were cultivating. Only the formation lanterns at each corner glowed dimly, guarding the mountain from wild beasts and intruders. Tap. Without a sound, without a ripple of Qi, someone suddenly appeared in the front yard of the Sect Leader’s residence. Pitch-black robe, hood covering the face, only the tip of a pale chin visible. The protective formation at the early stage of the Sky Realm level that enveloped the residence stayed silent. No alarm, no warning light. As if the formation acknowledged this figure as its master. Inside the second-floor cultivation room, Gunawan sat cross-legged. The old man with thick brows and shoulder-length white hair was stabilizing his foundation at Four-Star God Level. It had been a month since his breakthrough, but h

The formation light that filled the room continued to pulsate slowly, creating an immense pressure that suppressed all directions. Ancient symbols spun in the air like invisible chains that locked anyone within them. Gunawan stood in the middle of the formation with an increasingly ugly face. Sweat started to appear on his forehead. Not because of fatigue, but because of the situation he faced. In the space of a few hours, he had experienced two life and death events that were even more stressful than his decades of life as a sect elder. First, he was strangled by a mysterious figure whose strength was far above his. Second, now he was trapped by Hansen and Serisya inside a high-level formation that didn't even give him a chance to escape. Gunawan swallowed slowly before finally looking at Hansen with eyes full of caution. Even though his heart was filled with anxiety, he still tried to maintain the calm of an elder. “Who exactly are you?” he asked in a deep voice while gripping his

The concealment formation set up by Hansen still stood firmly within the forest. From the outside, no one could see what lay within its boundaries. The trees, rocks, and bushes appeared completely ordinary. Yet for those inside, the outside world remained perfectly visible.The previous night had passed peacefully for Hansen and Serisya. After enduring countless battles and escapes, the two had finally been able to enjoy a few rare hours of tranquility.As dawn began to break and sunlight slowly filtered through the gaps between the leaves, Hansen stood up and stretched.“I'll go look for something to eat,” Hansen said as he glanced toward the deeper parts of the forest. “Last night I noticed some tracks from wild chickens around here. If we're lucky, we can have a proper breakfast instead of dried rations.”Serisya, who was tidying her long hair, smiled slightly before pointing in another direction.“Then I'll go to the lake I saw yesterday. It's not too far from here. The water look