This time, Fang An did not attempt to evade the attack. In an instant, his hand flashed to his back, and he unsheathed the Heavenly Sword with a sound like thunder splitting the sky. He swung the blade fiercely in a wide arc, channeling his inner energy into the strike to divert the crimson beam away from his position.The redirected attack tore through the air with a shrill whistle, striking a massive teak tree fifty paces away. The ancient trunk shuddered violently before splitting apart in a shower of splinters and sawdust, crashing to the ground in a cloud of dirt and debris. The explosion echoed loudly through the forest, followed by the deep rumble of falling wood that carried far into the night, shaking the very ground beneath their feet.Fang An had been forced to act—he could not allow more innocent victims to fall from those wild, mysterious attacks. Every life lost weighed heavily on his conscience, and he knew that if he did not stop the attacker soon, the death toll would

With lightning speed, Qian Hao launched himself forward, his muscles coiled like springs as he drove his right fist straight toward Mo Lin’s unguarded solar plexus. Every ounce of his inner energy concentrated at his knuckles, wrapping his hand in a searing white glow that crackled with deadly intent. He had waited for this moment—for the chance to eliminate the youngest disciple who had dared to question his authority, who had openly threatened to tear down everything he had worked to build.Not willing to become an easy target, Mo Lin reacted on pure instinct honed by years of relentless training. He swept his left hand upward in a fluid, circular motion, deflecting the incoming blow with precise timing that sent Qian Hao’s fist skimming past his chest. The impact sent a jolt of pain radiating up Mo Lin’s arm, but he pushed through it without hesitation. At the same time, his right hand shot forward like a striking serpent, a devastating punch aimed directly at his former senior bro

Help for Mo Lin"Yes, Master." Lung Wei responded without hesitation, his muscles tensing as he prepared to move. With a powerful leap, he launched himself forward, his body soaring through the air as he jumped over a wall of blazing fire that was about to creep across the ground and engulf Mo Lin’s motionless body. The heat from the flames singed the edges of his robes, and the acrid smoke made his eyes water, but he pushed through the discomfort with single-minded focus.When he was only four or five steps away from the tree, Lung Wei finally confirmed that the figure leaning against its thick trunk was indeed Mo Lin—his youngest junior fellow disciple. Mo Lin’s face was pale as paper, his eyes closed tightly, and his breathing was so shallow it was barely visible. Lung Wei rushed closer and crouched beside him, his large hands gentle as he reached out to touch Mo Lin’s shoulder.The youngest disciple of A Fu gave no response when Lung Wei shook his body lightly and called his name

Crimson Demon"Hahaha… Foolish human! Die!"The Crimson Demon threw back his massive horned head and roared with laughter that echoed like thunder through the charred forest. His crimson eyes blazed with malevolent light as he raised both clawed hands, and in an instant, dozens of searing crimson beams shot out from his fingertips. Each beam cut through the air with a high-pitched whistle, their paths converging toward A Fu like a deadly net meant to trap and incinerate him where he stood. But the old master was ready—moving with a grace that defied his years, he skillfully evaded the blasts, weaving between them with swift, precise steps. When a beam came too close to avoid entirely, he swung his energy-forged blade to parry it, sending the crimson light careening off into the distance.Unlike Cheng Yu, who had only been able to dodge frantically because his strength was insufficient to withstand the Crimson Demon’s attacks head-on, A Fu confidently deflected the relentless strikes a

The wildfire spreading through the forest grew larger with every passing moment, flames leaping from tree to tree as they consumed the remaining vegetation in their path. The glow from the blaze lit up the night sky, casting an orange hue over the ruined landscape. After waiting as long as he dared, A Long finally decided it was time to approach the battlefield where not a single tree was left standing—only smoking craters and charred earth stretched out as far as the eye could see.After drawing his sword from its sheath, letting the soft whitish-green glow from the blade illuminate his path through the darkness and smoke, A Long walked slowly across the devastated ground. His eyes scanned every corner, moving carefully to avoid the deep trenches and piles of rubble that littered the area. With each step he took, he felt a sense of awe mixed with sadness—never before had he witnessed with his own eyes such devastating destruction caused by a single battle. The force of the clashes ha