Meanwhile, Yung San was fairly astonished when he saw the young man simply shrug off the attacks aimed at him. He could hardly believe it when his Thousand Venom Palm technique struck the young swordsman's body repeatedly with no effect whatsoever. Not only did the poison not take hold — Xiao Chen didn't even stagger an inch."Impossible! Is there something wrong with my technique?" the middle-aged man muttered inwardly.At the same time, Xiao Ji — wielding a pair of Black Eagle swords — moved with effortless freedom, launching attack after attack. So far he had already slaughtered four members of the Thousand Venom Sect.Gentiri, fighting at his side, could not hide his amazement at the two young warriors' skill. He had not expected Xiao Chen, whom he had only just met and who was now facing Yung San, to be so dominant — pressing his opponent without mercy.Still curious, Yung San launched the same attack again. But nothing changed: each projection of his palms seemed to evaporate be

All members of the Tapak Racun Sect who were standing guard at the gate stepped aside, giving way to Zi Hung and Mao Bin.The two leaders of the Black Centipede Sect walked in confidently into the compound founded by their former fellow disciple.Xiao Chen, Xiao Ji, and Gentiri were quite surprised by their arrival. It was far from their initial expectation that they could easily topple this sect.“Step aside. This won’t be easy. Let me handle the two of them!” said Xiao Chen, realizing that the Tapak Racun members seemed to be letting those two men take action themselves.The two leaders of the Black Centipede Sect frowned when they saw that the one standing in their way was a young man. They had assumed it was Gentiri who had killed Yung San, judging only by age.“You deal with him! Our pride would be ruined if we both attacked this snot-nosed boy,” Mao Bin said scornfully.Zi Hung sighed heavily. Yet, there was some truth in Mao Bin’s words—if they both fought a young man, what wou

Especially for Gentiri, who had initially doubted the abilities of Xiao Ji and Xiao Chen, he now believed that it wouldn’t be long before the royal throne would return to Prince Lu Han—with the help of those two young warriors, of course.Suddenly, the entire complex of Tapak Racun Sect trembled as one building after another collapsed. Xiao Chen had unleashed a burst of inner energy powerful enough to level them all.Even Xiao Ji was amazed. Although he already knew how strong his new companion was, he still couldn’t believe that Xiao Chen possessed even greater powers that he hadn’t yet revealed.The two of them walked toward Xiao Chen after the young man waved his hand, calling them over.“Wrap the head of Yung San again. We still need it to convince Prince Lu Han—and to terrify the remaining members of Tapak Racun Sect hiding in the palace,” Xiao Chen ordered.“Understood,” Gentiri replied, stepping closer to the severed head

The two small stones he held suddenly shot forward at high speed. The first stone struck King Yung Xia’s wrist, while the second mercilessly pierced the man’s forehead and came out the back of his head. The sword he had been holding flew from his hand and clattered onto the floor.A shrill scream tore from the mouths of the king’s wife and daughter as they watched the man they loved stagger backward, his face soaked in blood.No one knew what had caused King Yung Xia to end up in such a state. Even Xiao Ji, who had the basic skills of a warrior, could not see the tiny projectiles Xiao Chen had released.Prince Lu Han could only stare in astonishment with his mouth open as he watched his uncle’s condition. Indeed, he had planned a death sentence — but in public, so it could serve as a lesson to anyone who intended to overthrow the legitimate government: they would receive the same punishment.After stepping back a few paces, King Yung Xia

The three of them walked along the village road, followed by the astonished gazes of the villagers. The boy who had long been seen as a nuisance—always begging for food from the townsfolk—was now walking alongside two young men, both strikingly handsome and broad-shouldered.Curiosity flickered in the villagers’ eyes. Who were these two men? And what business did they have with Song Im? Yet, none of them dared to ask, their questions buried in silence.When they reached a narrow alley, Song Im turned and led the way. His small feet carried him to what could barely be called a home. The structure stood half-burned; only one room remained, and even that had no roof. Instead, a makeshift cover of woven pandan leaves was angled awkwardly over a charred wooden frame.“This is your house? The one that burned down and took the lives of your parents?” Xiao Chen asked in disbelief.“Yes, this is where we live,” Song Im replied softly, stepping closer to his two younger siblings, who beamed wit