Zun Xia’s eyes widened, disbelief and a new, sharp respect showing at once. How could his spiritual sight have missed such powerful artifacts on this mortal’s person? In all his long existence, he had never met a human so wrapped in mystery that even his inner senses could not fully perceive.“No wonder Emperor Kong Xiang feared him,” Zun Xia muttered. “The creature he trembled most to face now stands with you.” He did not blink as he regarded the Sea of Fire Sword displayed before him.“Do you wish to meet him?” Fang Yun asked, raising the question with some amusement.“Don’t be ridiculous, Fang Yun!” Zun Xia snapped, voice suddenly thin with dismay. “We of the Genie would prefer not to cross that being—he might incinerate us in an instant.” The old man’s weathered features creased in worry.Fang Yun chuckled and then returned the relics to the Annihilation Chamber with the casual ease of one who had long carried great things. “Tell me about Went

“I will summon him here at once!” Qian Hui added.She closed her eyes for a brief moment, and a gentle wind began to spiral within the small hut as if the air itself had answered her call. The light shifted, the scent of pine and distant smoke swirled, and then the figure who had long been known to Fang Yun appeared as if stepping from the shadows of memory.“Your Majesty, I pay my respects,” Suropati said, bowing low and bringing both palms together before his face in a gesture of formal devotion.“Suropati, help my son, Fang Yun. Lead the troops from my domain,” Qian Hui commanded with quiet authority.“I will carry out Your command, Your Majesty,” Suropati replied, inclining his head once more.Fang Yun felt a flash of surprise cross his features when he recognized the man standing there, but the shock quickly melted into laughter. This was the same Suropati who had once guarded the sacred scroll entrusted to Fang We and who had stood across from Fang Yun in a previous clash. He wa

The four remaining guards, who had just witnessed their companion’s chest crushed in a single merciless strike, felt a chill run down their spines. Terror gripped their hearts, but the fear of their ruthless village chief weighed heavier than their dread. For that reason, they forced themselves to launch an attack against Fang Yun.Two machetes and two swords gleamed coldly under the dim light, slashing simultaneously toward Fang Yun’s body. Yet, to their astonishment, the young man did not flinch, did not even blink. He stood as if the approaching blades meant nothing. Only when the four weapons were about to cleave into him did he finally move. With a sudden flicker, his figure blurred—his feet stepping upon the art of the Quiet Wind Step. In the blink of an eye, he had vanished and reappeared behind them.“Die!” one of the guards shouted triumphantly, believing the strike had already landed true. But the brief flash of joy drained instantly from his face. Their

Blood gushed endlessly from Raki’s severed right arm, staining the ground beneath him. His sickle lay discarded on the soil beside the lifeless hand, the weapon now as helpless as its owner. But Fang Yun did not relent. He pressed forward with merciless precision, launching one attack after another at Raka. Within moments, Raka met an even more gruesome end than his brother. With a single, decisive stroke, Fang Yun’s blade cleaved through his neck. His head tumbled away, rolling across the dirt, followed swiftly by his body collapsing into the dust. “Raka!” Raki screamed in horror, his voice breaking as he saw his brother’s headless corpse sprawled before him. Grief and fury mixed into a single desperate flame inside his chest. With the last reserves of his strength, Raki snatched up his sickle with his left hand and lunged forward in a final, reckless charge. “Aaakh!” His cry turned into a scream of agony. Fang Yun’s sword pierced through his stomach and tore all the way out hi

“What’s wrong, Fang Yun? Why did you suddenly pull me out of there?” asked Fei Hung once they were outside the tavern.“I think that nobleman we saw earlier has begun to suspect us. Let’s keep our distance and watch from afar!”---Meanwhile, the noble who had left the tavern earlier was already inside the palace of Wentira.“What do you wish to report, Haruna?” asked Emperor Dharmacakra from his throne.“When I was at the tavern earlier, Your Majesty, I saw two humans who were… different from us,” Haruna replied respectfully.The Northern Poison, who was seated nearby, raised his head with interest and straightened his posture.“Different in what way?” he asked.“I noticed one of them had a line beneath his nose, my lord. But we all know that no one in this city bears such a mark,” Haruna explained.The Northern Poison closed his eyes, letting his spiritual senses drift outward, attempting to see whether any human had indeed crossed the gate into Wentira.In his vision, he saw two va