All Chapters of SWORD OF FLAME: Chapter 311
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Fang Yun’s Request
The body wrapped in black flames was thrown far backward, and the Black Demon seized the opportunity to flee, moving through the air as swiftly as his dark powers allowed. Qiang Mo, still in control of Fang Yun’s body, steadied himself by pressing one foot against a charred tree that had miraculously remained standing, using it as a springboard to launch himself forward in pursuit. “Don’t think you can escape from me!” Qiang Mo shouted, his voice echoing like rolling thunder. “Even if you hide inside a crocodile’s ear, I’ll find you—and kill you!” he bellowed again, his fiery aura blazing wildly as he closed the distance. When he was close enough, Qiang Mo channeled an enormous surge of energy through Fang Yun’s body and roared, “Fire Net!” A massive web of fire burst from his hands, expanding outward like a burning trap spun by a celestial spider. The fiery net ensnared the fleeing demon, dragging his massive body down to the ground with a thunderous crash. The Black Demon thr
The Strategy to Reclaim the Shanghai Dynasty
"Very well," Fang Yun said firmly, his voice echoing through the grand hall. "Let us discuss the strategy to reclaim the Shanghai Dynasty. If His Majesty refuses to help, then I will go there myself!""Who said I wouldn’t help?" replied Emperor Wan Fei, his tone calm yet determined. "Hua An has been my dearest friend since childhood. Our fathers once shared a bond of brotherhood. But that friendship between our dynasties began to crumble when Yu Lian Fei seized Hua An’s rightful throne."A faint smile curved on Fang Yun’s lips. "Then you already know what will happen next, Your Majesty. I am certain Emperor Yu Lian Fei will launch an attack here once he realizes his Prime Minister hasn’t returned. So before he strikes, we must strike first!""Wouldn’t it be wiser to wait for them to attack instead?" Emperor Wan Fei interjected, spreading a large map of the Galuh Dynasty across a polished wooden table. His finger traced the routes between the two dynasties."The distance between our la
The Black Tiger Sect
After gripping the edge of the sword, Fang Yun slowly closed his eyes. His entire concentration was drawn inward, channeling the essence of nature into the Demon Sword he held in his hands.A fierce conflict of energies immediately erupted within the blade. Fang Yun could sense the demonic power within it resisting, refusing to accept the infusion of natural essence he was trying to pour in.He steadied his breathing and pushed harder with his inner force. Failure was not an option—not when dawn would soon break, and he was expected to arrive at the Black Tiger Sect by morning.Again and again, he attempted to purify the demonic essence. Each effort drained his strength, the cold night air unable to stop sweat from trickling down his face. Fang Yun’s inner energy was depleting faster than he had anticipated. He had not imagined that the process of purification would be this consuming.At last, after an arduous struggle, his effort bore fruit. The young warrior successfully bound the n
The March to War
Arya turned his head toward his master. As if understanding what his disciple wished to ask, Mu Bin nodded firmly.“Go. Do not stain the name of this Sect with your former arrogance. You should be grateful that the young warrior once spared your life.”“Yes, Master. I promise to give my best for the Dynasty and for the Black Tiger Sect,” Arya replied solemnly.“I have one more message,” Mu Bin added. “Obey every command and word from Fang Yun. Do not ever defy him. Treat him as if he were me.”Arya bowed his head deeply. Fang Yun smiled faintly, pleased by Arya’s change of demeanor.Moments later, the two departed from the Black Tiger Sect on horseback. Mu Bin had specially prepared a large black stallion for Fang Yun. Taking a shortcut through the thick wilderness, they arrived in Lufeng—the capital—much faster than expected.Their arrival caused quite a stir among the court officials, especially Prime Minister Meng Ki.However, after Fang Yun explained the transformation that had oc
War I
Fang Yun stepped out of his chamber and walked toward the royal hall.When he arrived, he found Mu Bin already seated among the Dynasty’s officials. The young warrior immediately approached the Grandmaster of the Black Tiger Sect.“My apologies, Elder. I was practicing in my room just now,” Fang Yun said innocently.His words drew a ripple of laughter throughout the hall. Many assumed he was joking—using “practice” as a coy excuse for something more intimate. Their assumptions weren’t entirely wrong, for Fang Yun had indeed admitted that Mei Hwa was his wife.“It’s quite all right, young warrior. I just arrived myself,” Mu Bin replied kindly.Fang Yun nodded, taking a seat beside Darta.Their discussion soon turned to matters of military preparation and strategies—plans designed to lure the enemy forces outside the capital.As he had done before, Fang Yun insisted on striking first before the Galuh Dynasty troops fully engaged. He believed the tactic would still prove effective.Days
War II
The clash that unfolded was beyond reason. The two warriors, both possessing extraordinary mastery over the art of lightness, moved with such blinding speed that their battle was nearly invisible to the naked eye.Fang Yun deliberately tried to lure the old man away from the battlefield. He did not wish for their fierce duel—brimming with destructive energy—to harm the soldiers of the Galuh Dynasty who had just arrived to reinforce the fight.Earlier, a thousand disciples from the Black Tiger Sect had already launched a follow-up assault right after the archers completed their attack.Mu Bin, Arya, and several elders of the sect fought like wild beasts, slaughtering every enemy soldier who dared come near them.Fang Yun’s decision to request Mu Bin’s aid had greatly influenced the tide of battle. With his unmatched skill and disciples whose martial prowess far surpassed ordinary soldiers, the number of troops from the Shanghai Dynasty dwindled rapidly.Even though night had fallen, th
War III
Fang Yun was thrown backward by one of Liu Zun’s powerful strikes. Fortunately, he managed to summon his Sacred Water Shield again—though a heartbeat too late.Liu Zun’s expression shifted instantly. He was certain his blow had landed squarely on the young man’s body, yet once again, he felt his fist collide with that same strange shield that seemed to absorb his energy.“What kind of barrier protects this boy?”Realizing that barehanded combat was futile, Liu Zun drew his sword and lowered his stance, preparing to unleash his next technique.A moment later, the blade shimmered with a bright bluish aura. The old man was clearly ready to strike again.“Those eyes… they can read my movements!” Fang Yun thought, watching the crimson gleam that flashed across Liu Zun’s gaze.Then a suspicion struck him—could it be that Liu Zun’s red eyes possessed a special ability that allowed him to anticipate his opponent’s attacks?Without hesitation, Fang Yun gathered a wisp of divine fire energy, ch
War IV > The Immortal Spell: Pancasona’s Curse
Two immense forces clashed, creating an ear-splitting explosion and a burst of blinding light—green intertwined with blue—ripping through the battlefield like a storm unleashed by the heavens.The elderly advisor was hurled backward more than a dozen steps, while Fang Yun himself staggered nearly ten. The collision left a gaping crater in the earth, and dust spiraled into the air, obscuring the world in a dense gray haze.Fang Yun wiped the blood seeping from the corner of his eye. His vision burned.“This old man isn’t as strong as before,” he muttered under his breath, “but his mastery of night combat is terrifying.”He inhaled deeply, channeling every ounce of his inner strength without restraint. In an instant, crimson flames roared to life, engulfing his entire body like a living inferno.Across from him, Liu Zun—the aged strategist—grimaced, his arm still throbbing from an earlier strike. Yet he raised his blade once again, his face grim and determined.What met his eyes made hi
War Ends – The Death of Liu Zun
After that, Fang Yun pierced Liu Zun’s head with his spear and carried it far away from the body.He ignored the blood trickling from his eyes and kept moving, his steps swift like the wind until he found a small river and leapt across it.“You won’t live again,” Fang Yun hissed coldly.He jumped onto a tree branch and tied the severed head with strips of bark to ensure it wouldn’t fall and touch the ground.Fang Yun planned to retrieve both his spears the next morning—each one still impaled deep in Liu Zun’s separated body and head.His knees finally gave out as exhaustion overwhelmed him. Every ounce of his energy had been drained from the fierce battle.He knew that the power of the Fire God would be difficult to harness fully until he found the Flame Sword.Taking a deep breath, Fang Yun dashed back toward the battlefield.---Meanwhile, the battle between Emperor Yu Lian Fei and Hua An raged fiercely. Even though Hua An was aided by two of his strongest commanders—towering men wi
The Grand Play of Zhao Jian
Fang Yun, who had been sitting weakly against the back of his chair, suddenly straightened his posture. His eyes were fixed on Prime Minister Meng Ki, who was also watching him intently.“Please tell me, Prime Minister, where can I find him?” Fang Yun asked earnestly.Meng Ki gazed up at the ceiling of the grand hall, as though searching his memory for a long-forgotten name.After taking a deep breath, he began to speak, “About thirty years ago, when I was still a soldier, I once heard of a man named Wijaya Kusuma. He was the royal advisor of the Xi Dynasty.”Fang Yun frowned. The name matched the title of the ruler of Kong Xi’s domain. But he dismissed the thought quickly. It might be a coincidence — names could easily overlap across realms.“That was a long time ago. Is he still serving as an advisor to the Xi Dynasty?” Fang Yun asked.The Prime Minister shook his head slowly. “No. At that time, he suddenly vanished without a trace and was replaced by Bao An, who has held that posit