Kaelen sat cross-legged in the center of the training ground. Morning sunlight bounced off his white robe, glinting like shards of ice. Inside him, a faint sword-shaped light shimmered, delicate as morning mist. Slowly, steadily, it solidified—his first sword heart taking shape. The Golden Divine Pill hadn’t just strengthened his martial essence; it had honed it, sharpened it like a blade. Every tremor from Elder Myrion’s world-shattering strike was etched into his memory, ready to be called forth at will.The hemp-clad elder watched silently, eyes gleaming with a perception that seemed to cut straight through Kaelen’s soul.“Oh?” Myrion murmured, astonishment lacing his voice. “This boy… remarkable. I struck once, and yet he’s already condensing sword intent, forming a sword heart.”In martial cultivation, sword intent defined a swordsman. To condense it into a sword heart was rare—almost unheard of, even among the elite. The realm of the Sword King seemed distant, mythical, like a st

“Boom!”The black prison trembled under another crushing blow. Spiderweb cracks raced across its surface, dark splinters raining down like black snow. The ground quaked beneath the impact. Even the demon leader blinked, startled by the raw force.Inside, the figure struggling to break free was no longer fully human. He looked like a chained beast, a dragon encased in iron, each strike threatening to tear the world apart.“Primordial Dragon-Elephant Fist, break for me!” Kaelen roared. His fist glowed like burnished bronze, radiating an ancient, unstoppable power.The Bronze Battle Body awakened.Three colossal dragon-elephants emerged, spectral yet solid, shaking the heavens and earth with their roars. The battlefield trembled. Kaelen shifted—less human, more primal force. Power surged through him like a flood that could not be stopped.With one earth-shattering punch, the black prison shattered. Kaelen exploded free, finally unleashed.“Not good!”The demon leader’s massive form swelle

A cold wind swept through Celestial Arrow Village. Baelorn Eldric, the village elder, let out a long, weary sigh.“This morning, during hunting… they wandered into a mountain cave. Inside, a concentrated demonic aura poisoned them with venom.”Kaelen’s eyes narrowed. Demonic venom? Could this really be the work of the Demon Blood Sect? In these desolate wilds, true demonic poison was rare. Most threats were just poisonous miasma, hardly lethal.“Big brother… can you save my parents?” Wira’s small voice trembled as she looked up, tears welling in her wide eyes.Kaelen smiled softly and ruffled her hair. “I’ll try. I promise.”He crouched beside her parents, pressing his hands gently against their frail forms.“Creation Furnace,” he murmured.No blazing furnace appeared, yet a subtle surge of energy flowed through his palms. Dark, poisonous qi was drawn out and devoured, leaving the air clean and warm. The poison that had gripped Wira’s parents vanished instantly.“All done. They’re fine

Whoosh… whoosh… whoosh.The wind cut through the snow-covered plains like knives. Giant flakes drifted lazily, coating the world in silver, turning every step into a crunch underfoot.Kaelen strode forward, blood and vital energy blazing like a furnace around him. The cold didn’t touch him. His eyes scanned ruined villages and towns—streets soaked in blood, homes smashed to splinters. Every ruin whispered the same truth: the Demon Blood Sect was merciless. Now, Kaelen understood why the Great Yan royal family and the sects were hell-bent on annihilating them.After surviving mountains, rivers, and countless hazards, he finally approached the outskirts of Heavenly Demon City. The ancient city loomed ahead like a dark monolith, its towers piercing the gray sky, its oppressive aura sending chills down his spine.Before reaching the city, he passed through a hidden mountain town, untouched by the sect. Its people lived quietly, unaware of the chaos that had devoured so many others. When th

Snow tore across the plains around Heavenly Demon City, a white blur so thick it made the horizon vanish. Still, the forces of the Eldravan Empire and their allied sects pressed on, moving with a calm authority that made even the wind pause.A low rumble rolled through the storm. Hundreds of golden-armored knights—Imperial Guards of the Eldravan Empire—charged in perfect formation. Halberds and long blades caught the dim light, gleaming with Celestial energy. Each step, each swing, screamed precision and countless victories. You could almost feel the killing intent radiating off them like an unstoppable storm.Scar-faced Uncle squinted, admiration flickering in his eyes. “Royal guards… undefeated. Didn’t expect them here. The royal family wants the treasure vault, too.”Kaelen’s gaze tightened. Imperial involvement—great. Complications were coming. “Princess Muela… think she’ll show up?” he murmured, thinking of the kind girl who had once helped him.Boom!A deafening roar split the