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

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

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

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

“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