Okay, here's the translated version of the novel chapter with the requested name changes: He felt the dark aura he had bestowed upon his disciples returning to his body once more. This meant that one of his disciples had been killed. Conversely, if a disciple died of natural causes, that dark aura would remain within their body. The old man with a long white beard, dressed entirely in black, sighed softly. He closed his eyes to see which of his disciples had perished and who had killed them. The old man's brow furrowed deeply. In his mind's eye, he could clearly see two of his disciples slain by a figure engulfed in flames. Unfortunately, he could not discern the face of the fiery figure. If he could have clearly seen the face of the fire-clad man, he would have immediately sought him out to avenge the deaths of his two disciples. "A fire man?" he muttered to himself. He tried to recall the names of warriors in the Yuan Empire who might possess techniques or skills related to the

Hours after the three young warriors left the village, Sin Kwan and Chun Li arrived. They went straight to a restaurant they knew the owner of. In a hurry and not wanting to eat, Sin Kwan immediately asked the owner, "Excuse me, Master Hu, I won't be eating today as I have some business to take care of. I just wanted to ask, have any strangers come here today?" The restaurant owner, who knew the pair of warriors, didn't want any trouble with them. He honestly told them about the arrival of the three young people who had stopped at his restaurant. "Three young people?" Sin Kwan frowned, confused. The information from Zu Mao said there was only one person, but the restaurant owner said there were three, and young too. "That's right, Master Sin. There were three young people earlier, one of them a beautiful girl. But they left the village almost half a day ago." "Were there any other strangers who came here besides those three young people?" The restaurant owner shook his head. Sin

Dozens of spears were released by the soldiers behind the iron formation, flying towards the three of them. Without much difficulty, Zhao Wen and Mei Hwa moved to dodge and occasionally parry. They both gave Fang Yun the opportunity to unleash attacks to destroy the formation used by the special forces soldiers. The rain of spears didn't stop there, dozens more spears followed, rushing towards the three of them, "Fang Yun, you destroy their formation! Mei Hwa and I will ward off their attacks!" Zhao Wen shouted. Fang Yun nodded, then drew Qiang Mo energy and channeled it immediately into his hands. Instantly, black flames blazed fiercely in his hands. The young man moved quickly, placing his hands on the iron shields used by the soldiers. The super-hot aura emanating from the black flames quickly melted the shields made of metal. They couldn't believe what they were experiencing. The iron shields they were holding suddenly turned into molten metal

Although he could still smile, Fang Yun felt that he couldn't possibly use the Holy Water Shield continuously in the fight, because besides the internal energy it required not being small, his range of motion would also be slightly hampered to use techniques that had different elements. "You won't survive twice!" Sin Kwan leaped high and immediately shot out with two claws ready to tear Fang Yun's body apart. "Black Fox Claws!" Fang Yun was forced to defend while thinking of a way to avoid colliding directly with his opponent's poison-containing nails. For some reason, every time he fought a poison user, especially a high-level poison, Fang Yun always felt trauma in his mind. "Fang Yun ... Eliminate the trauma in your mind! In the future, your opponents will use even stronger poisons," Qiang Mo said suddenly. "That king of darkness is the owner of the strongest poison in this world. If you continue to be traumatized by

With a faint smile curving gently on his lips, the young man attempted to slow the pace of the duel. Although he knew he could not maintain the God’s Eye technique for long, at the very least it would prevent his inner strength from draining too quickly. Sin Kwan attacked with increasing ferocity. He refused to waste time and allow his energy to diminish simply for the sake of seeing in the heavy darkness. Yet all his efforts were futile — he could clearly sense that his opponent could read his movements with ease. Frustration consumed the warrior known as the Black Fox. At last, he drew the sword he had not used since the battle began. Sin Kwan had no choice but to use his treasured blade, realizing he could not win if he continued forcing his vision in the dark. With the sword in hand, he hoped to end the fight quickly, especially since he saw no weapon on the young man at all. The Black Fox lunged forward once again. But his assumption was disastrously wrong. His opponent parr