The four warriors had only just realized they’d been lured into the woods. And the two young figures they’d been chasing had successfully baited all four of them into following in their footsteps.Their eyes scanned every shadow around, searching for any other enemies hiding within the dense foliage. After confirming the two youths had no backup with them, they let out a collective sigh of relief. One warrior puffed out his chest in arrogance, planting his hands on his hips. “You said you’d been waiting for us, didn’t you? Well, what are you going to do to us now?”Mei Hwa let out a soft chuckle before darting forward, drawing her Sky Sword in one fluid motion. She sliced it across the arrogant warrior’s neck, and his head rolled to the ground with a dull thud. In the next instant, his body crumpled lifelessly onto the dirt.The remaining three warriors stared in stunned silence as their comrade fell dead in such a brutal, swift instant. What shook them most was that not one of them h

Late in the afternoon, the three young warriors finally reached the rally point of Prince Xiao Yu’s forces. The sprawling encampment had grown into a bustling war assembly ground—hundreds of campfires flickered, soldiers sharpened their weapons, and the banners of the white-aligned Sects fluttered in the cold wind. Without wasting a single second, the trio strode directly into Prince Xiao Yu’s command tent. Inside, the atmosphere was tense yet dignified. All the leaders of the white-aligned Sects, along with high-ranking officials who had pledged loyalty to Prince Xiao Yu, had gathered. They had been eagerly awaiting the crucial information carried by the three young fighters. “Why did it take so long? Did something hinder your path?” Prince Xiao Yu asked with a deep, controlled voice. “There was a minor obstacle, Your Highness,” Fang Yun replied calmly, speaking on behalf of the group. “Around a hundred soldiers detected our presence.” “And? What became of them?” “Do not wor

Inside his private chamber, Emperor Yan Yuan, who had struggled for several restless nights unable to close his eyes, was startled when the door to his room was knocked from the outside. The emperor rose from his bed and walked toward the door. His eyebrows furrowed deeply when he found Liu Zun standing before him—already clad in full battle armor, complete with his weapon strapped firmly at his side. “What is it, Prime Minister? Has something urgent happened for you to come here in the middle of the night?” “It is extremely urgent, Your Majesty,” Liu Zun replied with a heavy tone. “Come in. We will speak inside.” Emperor Yan Yuan turned his back and returned to his chamber. Liu Zun immediately followed behind him with steady steps. “Now tell me—what vital information have you received?” the emperor asked once he had taken his seat upon his ornate chair. His gaze remained fixed on Liu Zun’s armor, clearl

The sudden assault unleashed by the two young warriors plunged the enemy forces—who had just emerged from the main gate—into absolute chaos. They had barely set foot outside when death greeted them with terrifying speed. Dozens, then hundreds, fell in the blink of an eye, bodies collapsing before they even understood what was happening. Not a single one of them had the chance to put up a proper defense.Zhao Wen did not stop there. His sword technique, Dew-Cleaving Strike, swept through the battlefield in relentless arcs, the blade dancing like a streak of silver rain that harvested life after life. Though hundreds of soldiers had already died gruesomely, the remaining troops surged forward like an unstoppable flood, driven either by desperation or blind obedience.Wei Ho and the leaders of the white sects, stunned by the ferocity of the two young warriors, finally snapped out of their trance. Realizing the severity of the situation, they shot forward to suppo

Fang Yun curled a mocking smile as he slid his sword back into the Erasing Chamber, a personal dimensional space where weapons vanished without a sound. He felt no urgency to draw the weapon. For him, it would be an insult to his own pride to unsheathe the Sword of the Fire Dragon before his opponent even had the courage to reveal his own blade.Across the battlefield, Wu Ling’s rage seethed like molten steel. To him, the young man’s words were a direct provocation—no, worse, a declaration that he, Wu Ling, one of the most feared figures among the black-path martial circles, was beneath someone whose age hadn’t even reached the peak of his prime.Throughout his life, no one—neither from the righteous sects nor from the dark ones—had ever dared speak to him in such a dismissive tone. His title, known across Hu and beyond, brought shivers to seasoned warriors, yet Fang Yun stood here treating him like a trivial obstacle.“Your tongue reaches far beyond your years, boy,” Wu Ling growled,