All Chapters of SWORD OF FLAME: Chapter 591
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Zhang Wuji's Vengeance
One day before the long-awaited tournament was to be held, participants from every corner of the Shang Dynasty and beyond began streaming into the capital in droves. The city’s main gates had been kept open since dawn to accommodate the endless flow of warriors, merchants, and spectators. In the heart of the city, four large arena stages had already been erected in the expansive central square—each one built from sturdy oak wood and reinforced with steel beams, capable of withstanding the powerful strikes of even the most skilled martial artists. Bright red banners bearing the imperial seal fluttered atop each stage, while colorful pennants stretched between them, painting the sky in shades of gold, blue, and green.The registration post, purposely set up in a single large pavilion at the edge of the square to concentrate the excitement, was packed shoulder-to-shoulder with hopeful contenders. Warriors in leather armor and silk robes pushed and jostled for their turn at the long woode
The Tournament Begins
Time passed swiftly like flowing water through fingers, and before anyone realized it, the dark of night had given way to the bright light of morning. The sun rose high over the capital, painting the sky in brilliant shades of gold and orange as the city awakened to the long-awaited day of the tournament. Zhang Wuji, along with his four companions—Peng Fei, Li Ming, Sun Zi, and Yong Fei—hurried through the bustling streets to the capital’s central square, their white robes billowing behind them as they pushed past crowds of excited spectators. They arrived just as the registration officials were making final preparations, and Zhang Wuji practically shoved his way to the front of the line, eager to secure his spot and find out if Fang An had dared to enter.Before long, as the sun climbed toward its peak just before noon, the registration desk was officially closed with a loud gong strike that echoed across the square. A large wooden board, tall enough to be seen from every corner of t
Zhang Wuji's Anger
Zhang Wuji was fuming with rage, his entire body trembling as he pointed a shaking finger at A Long. His face had flushed an unnatural white with fury, the veins on his forehead bulging like twisted cords—he looked like a boiled crab about to burst. But A Long showed no trace of fear or hesitation. The crown prince of the Yuan Dynasty merely threw his head back and burst into loud, hearty laughter as he descended from the stage, his steps light and confident despite the tension in the air.“So Fang An has a warrior friend, Zhang Wuji,” said Peng Fei, one of Zhang Wuji’s companions, his voice filled with unease as he watched A Long and Fang An walk away together. “No wonder he wasn’t afraid of you—this one clearly knows how to fight.”“A warrior?” Zhang Wuji snapped, spinning around to glare at his friend, his eyes still blazing with anger. “I could defeat him with ease! That was just a lucky trick he pulled on Sun Zi—he won’t be so fortunate against me.”“Of course you could,” Li Ming
A Valuable Lesson
But Zhang Wuji seemed to have lost all interest in claiming victory in the final match. He stood motionless in the center of the stage, his head bowed low in shame as the weight of everything Fang An had said crashed down on him. The stinging humiliation he had just received echoed through his mind, replaying every word of rebuke and every moment he had mocked the man who was now his future ruler. His hands trembled slightly at his sides, and he could feel the eyes of thousands watching him—including his father’s, which he dared not meet.“Don’t you remember what Fang An said? If you’re willing to change your ways and learn humility, he’ll accept you into the court with open arms,” A Long reminded him, his voice calm and steady rather than triumphant. He had lowered his fighting stance, standing relaxed as he looked at his opponent with genuine concern.Zhang Wuji glanced up at A Long for a moment—his eyes red with unshed tears, his face pale with exhaustion and shame—before lowering
Hunting the Prince of Darkness
Zhang Wuji and A Long immediately spun around, their eyes widening in surprise. They hadn’t expected Fang An to already be standing so close behind them, his presence so quiet that neither had heard him approach. The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the stage, and Fang An stood there in his simple blue robes, his white hair catching the light as he looked at them with a warm, steady gaze.The son of the White Eagle Sect’s leader felt his legs give way beneath him, overcome by a wave of shame and gratitude. He suddenly collapsed to his knees on the hard wooden planks, his head bowed low as he prepared to beg for forgiveness. But before he could touch the floor, Fang An moved with lightning speed, reaching out to swiftly catch his shoulders and gently urge him back to his feet.“Stand up, Zhang Wuji... You don’t need to do that!” Fang An said firmly, his hands steady as he helped the younger man straighten his posture. “I am not a god for you to worship—I’m just a man who believes
Heading to Mount Huashan
"Your current ability isn’t enough to defeat him, Fang An. Even if you’ve mastered all three techniques," said Qian Hui, her weathered face etched with concern as she studied the young man before her. Every line on her forehead seemed to carry the weight of secrets she could not yet reveal."What do you mean, Grandma?" Fang An frowned deeply, his brows knitting together so tightly that a small crease formed between them. His dark eyes, inherited from his father, burned with a mixture of confusion and determination."I can’t explain it right now. The truth is tied to memories that aren’t mine to share—let Xiao Tian and Yu Lan be the ones to tell you. They were there when it all began, and only they can help you understand what lies ahead," she replied, her voice soft but firm."Alright, Grandma. The day after tomorrow, I will depart. This journey can’t be delayed any longer!" Fang An said firmly, slamming his fist lightly on the stone table between them. The sound echoed through the qu
Snake Whip
All at once, every patron in the eatery turned their heads toward the door—including Fang An and A Long. The cheerful buzz of conversation and clatter of cutlery fell silent in an instant, replaced by a heavy hush that hung thick in the air like smoke. Even the young waiter carrying a tray of steaming tea froze mid-step, his eyes wide with fear as he stared at the newcomers.Six tall, broad-shouldered men filled the doorway, their massive frames blocking out the bright afternoon sun. Each had fierce faces carved with scars and thick sideburns that curled down to their jaws, giving them a wild, untamed appearance. Slung across each of their backs were two massive swords, their blades so wide and long they were far larger than normal weapons used by most warriors. The metal gleamed with an ominous cold light, as if thirsty for blood.Judging by their size and the way the steel curved with deadly precision, each sword weighed at least 10 kilograms—meaning each man carried about 20 kilogr
Battle Inside the Eatery
A powerful slash was aimed at the young man's head, the massive sword cutting through the air with a sharp whistling sound that made the remaining dust in the room swirl in its wake. But with a single fluid sidestep, his body moving like water around a rock, Fang An easily dodged the heavy blow. The blade crashed into the wooden wall behind him, embedding itself deep enough to leave a gaping hole that let in streams of bright afternoon light.Long Xia’s assault didn’t end there. Fueled by rage and embarrassment at missing his target, he pivoted on his heel without hesitation. After the sword in his right hand missed its mark, the blade in his left came slashing toward Fang An’s abdomen with tremendous force—so powerful that the air itself seemed to split apart in front of the steel edge.Tiiing!The clash of metal rang out sharply, echoing through the ruined eatery with a sound so clear it cut through the chaos like a bell. Long Xia’s eyes widened in disbelief at what had just happene
Fact
"So that’s how it happened?" asked Long Xia quietly, his voice a low, gentle rumble that seemed entirely out of place for a man whose massive frame nearly filled the doorway of the small eatery. His thick, dark beard cascaded down his chest, hiding most of his face, but his eyes—deep-set and weary—betrayed the weight of what he had just learned."It wasn’t just those two who raped and murdered my granddaughters," Sun Zu replied, his knuckles white as he gripped the edge of a splintered wooden table. He took a deep, shaky breath, and for a moment, his gaze drifted past Long Xia to the dusty floor, where images of his granddaughters—their laughter echoing in his mind, their faces as bright as morning flowers—flashed through his thoughts like fragments of a broken mirror. "The other five of your brothers were involved in that vile act as well. Every single one of them knew what was happening, and not a single one raised a hand to stop it.""You never gave me a chance to explain why I kil
Undead
A pitch-black horse, its coat so dark it seemed to absorb the very light around it, emerged from the mist-shrouded trees and stopped gracefully near them. Not a single strand of hair on its body bore any other color—from its flowing mane to the tufts above its hooves, it was pure, deep obsidian. Its eyes, however, gleamed like polished amber in the dappled forest light, fixed intently on Sun Zu."That’s my horse. I named him Lightning Storm," said Sun Zu, a fond smile touching his lips as he stepped forward to pat the stallion’s powerful shoulder. "He’s been with me for fifteen years—carried me through every battle I fought as the Snake Whip Warrior, and stood by me even when I left the martial world behind."Fang An was immediately drawn to the large black horse, its muscular frame exuding strength and grace. He moved forward slowly, his hand outstretched, and gently stroked its neck. The horse’s coat was surprisingly smooth beneath his fingers, warm to the touch despite the cool for