All Chapters of SWORD OF FLAME: Chapter 501
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Main War - Part XVI
Ye Wang drew one foot back. The Hell Blade in his hand lifted slightly, its tip pointing straight ahead. With his stance firmly grounded, he was ready to unleash his ultimate technique.On the other side, Wei Ho fully understood what Ye Wang was preparing. The last time they fought, Ye Wang had used the same technique—the Hell Sovereign Sword. Wei Ho spun his ancestral spear at full speed, forming a powerful vortex of wind around him.A fierce gust burst out from the spinning spear in Wei Ho’s hands. As the leader of the Shadow Spear Sect, he stood ready to meet Ye Wang’s final attack head-on.The intense, scorching aura radiating from the Hell Blade warmed the mist-filled night around them, turning the cold air into a trembling heat.A heartbeat later, both warriors shot forward, their bodies propelled by overwhelming energy.A close-quarter battle erupted once more. This time, Wei Ho held a slight advantage—his spear had a longer reach than the Hell Blade, allowing him to attack not
Main War - Part XVII
The Night Fang Yun Defied the Giant of the Yuan DynastyWithin a radius of thirty meters around the center of the battlefield, not a single soldier from either side dared to come close. Every man present understood the price of approaching two cultivators whose power could tear apart mountains and turn armies into dust. The air itself seemed to recoil, vibrating violently under the pressure of clashing spiritual forces.Fang Yun stared unblinking at the monstrous figure before him—Gao Ling, whose body had expanded to three times its normal size after activating his forbidden transformation. Their earlier clash of overwhelming energies had triggered an explosion so powerful that the earth cracked and the heavens trembled, forcing Gao Ling to reveal his greatest and most terrifying form.Now, towering like an ancient titan, Gao Ling’s massive frame could be seen from any direction. Even the iron staff in his grasp had grown with him, now weighted and sharpened with deadly spiritual ener
Main War - Part XVIII
"How is that possible?" Fang Yun furrowed his brow, his eyes narrowing as he stared at his opponent with a mix of confusion and caution. The air around them crackled with tension, so thick it felt like one could reach out and grab it with their bare hands.Gao Ling let out a low, angry snarl that rumbled deep in his chest. Even though Fang Yun’s attack hadn’t managed to wound his tough, scaled body, the sudden force behind it had caught him completely off guard — a feeling he despised more than anything else in the world."That’s enough, you brat!" Gao Ling roared, his voice booming like thunder across the empty street. He moved with startling speed for a man of his size, lashing out repeatedly with the iron staff in his hand. Each strike cut through the air with a sharp whoosh, but Fang Yun danced around them with effortless grace, his feet barely touching the ground as he dodged blow after blow."Do you really think you can kill me that easily?" Fang Yun taunted, his voice laced wit
Main War - Part XIX
Sensing a massive power bearing down on him from above, Gao Ling lifted his staff to block the strike. But Fang Yun had not acted without calculation — he poured more than half of his Qiang Mo energy into the blow, and the moment the sword made contact, Gao Ling’s legendary staff melted into molten metal right in his hands. The force of the attack sent Gao Ling’s body flying backward, sliding across the dusty ground in a crumpled heap."This can’t be!" Gao Ling roared in his mind. The loss of his beloved sacred weapon struck him like a physical blow — he could not accept that the staff that had been his companion for so long was gone forever.The dark path leader pushed himself to his feet, gritting his teeth against the searing pain in his hands and across his body. A few seconds later, his eyes suddenly blazed with a light far brighter than before. With a powerful lunge, two streams of crimson energy shot out at impossible speed, striking Fang Yun’s body and reducing it to dust in a
Main War - Part XX
The darkness of the forest posed no obstacle to Fang Yun and Mei Hwa as they dashed through the trees, their light footsteps barely making a sound on the damp earth. In no time at all, the two young warriors had reached the area near the secret tunnel’s exit, the air growing colder and stiller as they approached the hidden spot.Fang Yun and Mei Hwa leaped onto the thick branch of a large banyan tree, settling into a crouch to watch and wait. They had chosen this vantage point deliberately — high enough to stay hidden, but close enough to see everything that happened at the tunnel’s mouth.Fang Yun still felt a flicker of doubt, though. He wasn’t sure if Emperor Yan Yuan’s group had already emerged from the tunnel or if they were still making their way through its dark passages. To be certain, he jumped down from the branch and began walking slowly toward the iron door that marked the exit.But he had taken only a few steps when the door suddenly swung open wide with a loud creak. Fan
Main War End
In the final moments before his life slipped away, Emperor Yan Yuan’s last thought was that Wu Ching’s prophecy had not been entirely true. He had not died at the hands of a young man — but at the hands of his own niece.Mei Hwa slid her sword back into its sheath, taking a deep, shuddering breath of relief. The vengeance she had carried in her heart for years had finally been fulfilled that night. The weight that had pressed down on her shoulders for so long felt like it had vanished into thin air.Fang Yun picked up Yan Yuan’s head and wrapped it carefully in a piece of cloth, his movements deliberate and calm. "You two — bury the body now," he ordered the two soldiers who had come with Wan Fenli. "We’ll wait here until you’re done."After waiting for the soldiers to finish digging a shallow grave and covering the emperor’s body, Fang Yun led the small group — himself, Mei Hwa, Wan Fenli, and the two soldiers — back toward the palace. The forest was still and silent around them, sav
The Plan to Attack the Black Moon Sect
The leader of the Sky Sword Sect could barely imagine having to face two dynasties more powerful and mighty than the Yuan Dynasty — especially the Tang Dynasty, which was home to warriors of the highest rank. At the very least, there were several warriors there whose strength matched Fang Yun’s, or perhaps even surpassed it. "It’s possible, Elder Wan," Wei Ho replied. "We certainly don’t want those two dynasties to become our enemies. After all, if they turn against us, we’ll have no choice but to surrender to fate!" "Surrender is for the weak, Elder," Fang Yun cut in, his voice calm but firm. "As long as I’m alive, I won’t let the Dark Lord conquer this world. If I could kill the Dark Prince before, then I can kill his father too!" "As long as those two dynasties don’t threaten the sovereignty of the Yuan Dynasty, we don’t need to do anything," he added. Wei Ho smiled bitterly at Fang Yun’s words, feeling ashamed of what he had said. At his age — far older than the young man — h
Zu Mao's Cunning
After Zhong Guo and Shen Zhou left the room, Zu Mao stared at Bao Yu with a sharp, cold gaze. "If you want to win back my trust, go find two beautiful young women who are still virgins. I want to enjoy myself and release my desires tomorrow night!" Bao Yu scratched his head slowly, a look of confusion crossing his face. How was he supposed to know which women were virgins without testing them first? "Are you still hesitating to do such a simple task!?" Zu Mao roared. "No, Master! I’ll leave right now!" Bao Yu replied quickly, not wanting to anger Zu Mao further. "If you don’t return by tomorrow evening with two beautiful virgin women, you never need to come back here again!" Hearing Zu Mao’s threat, Bao Yu had no choice but to hurry and find what his master wanted. If he failed, his time in the Black Moon Sect would be over for good. Meanwhile, elsewhere, traveling in a small group made Fang Yun and his companions’ journey feel surprisingly fast. With Chun Li — who knew every i
THE SHADOWS OF THE MOON SECT
Zu Mao nodded slowly, his eyes narrowing as he stared into the distance, as if he could see through walls to the very soul of the one they spoke of. “That was merely my performance. I can feel the dark aura I planted inside her body has vanished completely. It seems Chun Li’s essence has been purified — though I have no idea who could have done such a thing.”Bao Yu stood in awe, his respect for his sect leader deepening with every word. Zu Mao had always been one step ahead, and this was no exception: to ensure no member strayed from his grasp, he had infused them with a dark aura that acted as a radar — a warning system that would flare to life the moment betrayal crossed their minds. It was a cruel, brilliant trick that had kept the Moon Sect in line for years.“Today, I place my trust in you once more,” Zu Mao said, his voice low and commanding, echoing off the cold stone walls of the main hall. “Do not waste this chance I have given you. Carry out my orders with the utmost care a
Signal
“Bao Yu!” Zu Mao’s roar echoed through the corridors, so loud it made the walls shake.He released his grip on the disciple’s throat, letting the man crumple to the floor in a heap, gasping for air. Then he turned and strode back into his chambers, his thin, bony frame casting long shadows in the dim light. He pulled on his robes — dark as night, woven from the finest silk — to cover his gaunt body, his fingers moving with impatient speed.Outside, the courtyard was filling with more and more Moon Sect members, drawn by the sound of fighting and the smell of smoke. Chun Li knew she could not hold them off forever. Her plan had been simple: burn the weapons warehouse as a signal to Fang Yun and the others, then meet them inside the sect to launch their attack. But now, as she dodged another flurry of strikes from Bao Yu and his men, she wondered why her allies had not yet appeared. The thick smoke from the burning warehouse should have been visible for miles — a clear call to action.W