Tian Chen snorted coldly. His gaze showed no emotion, only the unwavering firmness and contempt he made no effort to conceal. His stare was sharp and condemning, like the eyes of a hunter who wouldn't deign to be compared to his prey. “I told you, you’re digging your own graves. The one who will die here isn’t me, but all of you!” “Arrogant brat, kill him!” Five men immediately lunged forward. Their auras erupted simultaneously, deafening the surrounding air. The explosion of their Qi shook the air like a scorching wave burning the night. They not only displayed the power of the fourteenth rank of the Pioneer Qi stage, but also immediately drew their weapons. Long swords, gleaming spears, and sharp fans emerged at once. They didn't want to repeat the mistake of their comrade who died first. Sword slashes, a rain of Qi spears, and the roar of a small formation immediately filled the air. The valley sky was filled with the flashes of weapon light and threatening Qi streams. Their at

Di Wuxu's body lay sprawled at Shisi's feet. Blood still flowed from the corner of his mouth. His breath remained, but weak, no longer carrying resistance. But unlike Tian Chen's firm and cold demeanor in the face of death— Shisi stood frozen. His face was pale. Not from fear of Di Wuxu, but from the harsh reality that struck him without warning. Until now, Shisi had only known duels. Sparring. Fights within the sect's boundaries. Within rules. Within control. But this? This was a real massacre. Uncensored. Uncurtained. Unfiltered. And even though he deeply hated Di Wuxu and his companions—for their cruelty, for their depraved plan that almost shattered his honor— Shisi still couldn't step forward. Couldn't end a life with his own hands. However, his eyes remained fixed on the body lying before him. And in silence— His heart began to tremble. Tian Chen looked at Shisi. His gaze was sharp but not angry, only cold and meaningful. As if there was no more room for compromise

Tian Chen smiled wryly. He turned slowly towards Shisi. In his gaze, there was not only disappointment but also wonder at a woman's heart. It was clear that Di Wuxu had initially intended to rape her. Yet, she still showed reluctance towards her own enemy. “Senior Sister, he deserved this. He’s more suited to making love with animals than with humans. Besides, this punishment is actually too light for someone like him.” There was nothing more to be said. After leaving Di Wuxu in the cage of female tigers, Tian Chen didn't look back. He walked away, and Shisi followed behind him. They climbed onto Yinlei's back. The night wind greeted them with a cold gust. The night sky gradually calmed. The screams from the valley were still faintly audible, like echoes from the depths of hell opened for one person alone. But Tian Chen remained silent. Shisi sat on Yinlei's back, gazing at Tian Chen's back. Silent. In her heart, there was a sense of awe, but also an inexplicable admiration. “Ju

Morning light illuminated the valleys surrounding Tianjian Peak. The gentle glow of the sun crept slowly, unraveling the thin mist that hung low between the peaks. The floating mountains stood tall like islands in the sky, welcoming the new day in an almost sacred silence. Birds with delicate wings glided peacefully, painting curved lines in the air while occasionally emitting soft sounds that blended with the whisper of the wind. On one of the most secluded floating mountains, Tian Chen sat cross-legged on a flat, moss-covered rock. He was positioned on the eastern side of the platform, facing a gap in the clouds that constantly shifted shape. His back was straight, his shoulders aligned. His eyes were closed, but not in shallow meditation. His breath was long, deep, yet so light, as if the entire world adjusted its rhythm so as not to disturb the silence. The aura around him remained calm. There were no visible ripples of power, yet that silence formed an invisible boundary, sugges

Tian Chen glanced at Shisi and Singzhi. He gave a slight nod, needing no words. Both responded with meaningful looks. Concern was implied in their gazes, but no one dared to hold Tian Chen back. Then, his body rose along with Shu Hen's. Without another word, they flew straight through the sky of Tianjian Peak. The trail of wind left behind seemed to show how urgent the summons was. It didn't take long before they arrived at the courtyard of the Main Sect Hall. The courtyard was filled with people. Rows of disciples from various peaks, elders, and even some outer disciples who had infiltrated the crowd—all gathered without official invitation. Rumors had spread quickly, and their curiosity overcame their fear of breaking the rules. Their eyes moved quickly, searching for famous figures they could only see from a distance. “Look, isn’t that Tian Chen? Why did he come? Does he want to see Holy Disciples like us?” Whispers arose like a rapidly spreading current. Sharp and questioning