The Weakness of the Undead “A Long, attack them quickly!” shouted Fang An after coming up with a plan. The young man did not attack from a distance but instead closed in at close range. He was confident that the staggering undead would not be able to hit him. The closer Fang An approached, the more smoke seeped from every pore of the undead’s skin. At first, it was only a faint, almost invisible mist, but gradually it thickened into dense clouds. Fang An realized that their bodies were vulnerable to the bluish light radiating from his own body. “Now I know your weakness,” Fang An muttered in his heart. A Long’s strike came first. A greenish-white light burst from the blade of his sword, mercilessly smashing the undead, instantly shattering them into pieces. Their remains clung to leaves, tree trunks, and grass. The foul stench grew stronger and spread wider. Suddenly, Fang An leapt forward and landed in the midst of the confused undead. Just as he suspected, the ones near him im

Fang An rose to his feet. A dozen steps away stood a human-like figure, yet his entire body was pitch black, glaring at him with blazing fury. His eyes burned white with seething rage."You dare deceive me, human!" the figure snarled.Fang An chuckled softly, tapping his forehead. "Did you forget that I have a mind of my own? I could see you when you were thrown out of Grandfather Sun Zu’s body.""Curse you, human! You’ll pay for this!" The black figure twitched with anger, humiliated at having been fooled by the young man.Fang An chuckled again as his hair lengthened and ignited into roaring flames. "It’s time for you to die!" he declared, grasping his fiery hair.The black figure’s eyes widened as a sword of fire appeared in Fang An’s hand. Only then did he realize that the young man possessed the energy of the Fire God—though not yet in its perfected form."Who is he? How does he wield the power that once killed His Majesty, the Dark King?" the figure wondered.A thought crossed h

Without uttering a word, only a low growl escaped him, a clear sign that the figure was burning with emotion.After resting long enough, Fang An, A Long, and Sun Zu spurred their horses onward, continuing their journey toward the capital city of the Tong Dynasty.Along the way, before they reached a village at dusk, Fang An remained mostly silent. He was deep in thought about what they had just experienced, and what connection it might have to the Dark Prince.Once they found a small inn, they booked a fairly large room with two beds. A Long and Sun Zu went out briefly to find food, while Fang An immediately lay down on one of the beds.His body, exhausted from the long battle, could not fight off the drowsiness that came over him. Yet the memory of the fight against that black creature still lingered stubbornly in his mind.Fang An opened his eyes and sat on the edge of the bed. His mind replayed the situation he had faced earlier. Somehow, he was certain the creature he had fought w

"Find the culprit no matter what, and bring him before me!" shouted the hooded figure, the leader of the place. He could not accept that the ritual sacrifice of a maiden’s blood for the Dark Prince would end in failure.Just as the hooded figure barked the order, the Executioner collapsed, a gaping hole in his forehead. Fresh blood flowed out, soaking the altar where the offering was to take place.The leader’s fury over the failed sacrifice to the Dark Prince grew even greater—especially since the Executioner’s fall had spilled blood into the ceremonial vessel meant to collect the offering. The vessel could not be tainted with any other blood besides that of the victims, and so the ritual for the day was doomed.Chaos erupted in the chamber. Over a hundred members of the cult began moving, searching for and trying to identify any unfamiliar intruder among them.Meanwhile, Fang An could not make any move yet. If he opened the heavy stone door

Fang An gave a wry smile as he recognized the technique the skull-headed figure was about to unleash. He had already guessed that his opponent’s moves this time would surely contain poison.The figure suddenly leapt high into the air, then slashed his black staff toward Fang An."Dark Poison Wave!"A thick, billowing cloud of black poisonous smoke surged forward, attacking Fang An, who appeared unprepared to face it.The skull-headed figure grinned broadly, watching as the black smoke engulfed Fang An’s unmoving body.But within seconds, the black smoke suddenly began swirling violently—and then vanished without a trace. What the figure saw next made his eyes narrow: the young man still stood tall, staring back at him sharply.“Cursed brat! What technique is that?” The skull-headed figure’s eyes widened, shocked that one of his most lethal moves had been so easily nullified.“Why so surprised, strange creature?