Kaelen Viremont and Kael moved with practiced precision, heading back toward the entrance they had used to enter the soul-beast world. Every step was deliberate. Every breath controlled. They had seen the world beyond—the realm of ancient soul beasts—and the weight of it still lingered, pressing on their hearts.Buzz!The spatial portal shimmered violently as they passed through. In the blink of an eye, they were back in the sect’s main hall. The familiar scent of incense and stone filled Kaelen’s senses, grounding him. The sect master stood alone, silently guarding the portal, unaware of what had unfolded.His eyes narrowed as he saw them emerge. “What happened?” His voice was calm, but curiosity cut through it like a blade.Kael’s shoulders slumped. Frustration seeped into his tone. “We… weren’t lucky this time,” he admitted. “An ancient soul beast awoke. Before we could make progress, we were forced out. Sigh.”The sigh hung heavy, carrying the weight of lost opportunity. Entry int

The sky above the Shadowfang Sect trembled. The air was thick, heavy with tension, and alive with the faint hum of martial energy. Kaelen Viremont’s eyes glinted coldly, unyielding. He had never imagined the Supreme Grand Elder could sink into this level of madness—striking down his own elders without a second thought.Behind him, Elder Elysera crouched slightly, shielded by the sheer force radiating from Kaelen. A protective aura wrapped around her, invisible yet unbreakable, resisting the Supreme Grand Elder’s oppressive presence.For the briefest moment, doubt flickered in the elder’s eyes. Kaelen’s punch had been unlike anything he’d ever encountered: raw, terrifying, perfectly controlled yet overwhelmingly powerful. But resolve returned almost immediately. Death—nothing less—was the only outcome today. Kaelen’s potential was staggering. Left unchecked, he could one day rival Lorian Zethar himself. That thought hardened the Supreme Grand Elder’s gaze.All around, spectators held t

Kaelen Viremont’s eyes flickered with confusion as he stood before Master Bai. The elder’s gaze was calm, almost serene—but it carried a weight that seemed to press against the very history of the Shadowfang Sect.“I have my own matters to attend to,” Aurelion Whitefall said softly. “Many responsibilities demand my presence.”Kaelen nodded. He understood. Master Bai wasn’t just any elder. His life spanned eras, his experience ran deeper than most disciples could imagine. He had seen empires rise and fall, sects crumble and rebuild.“I have a request, Master Bai,” Kaelen said, his voice steady.Aurelion’s lips curved into a faint smile. “Speak freely. Whatever you ask, I will listen.”Kaelen took a sharp breath. Then, without hesitation, he said:“I want you to help me destroy the Heavenly Poison Order.”The words rang out like iron striking stone—cold, sharp, unwavering. There was no doubt in his tone.Memories of the ancient ruins flashed before him—how the Order had cornered him, al

Outside the Heavenly Poison Sect, the world looked almost… peaceful. Mountains rolled into one another like waves frozen in green. Streams caught the sunlight, glittering as they wound through forests that whispered with the morning breeze. You’d never guess this was a poison sect.Most imagined jagged peaks crawling with venomous creatures, air thick with death, forests twisted and ominous. But here? Almost idyllic. Beautiful. Deceptive.The only hint of danger was the ancient stone stele at the mountain gate, carved with three simple, elegant characters: Heavenly Poison Sect. Without it, someone might think they’d stumbled into a tranquil retreat rather than a hub of legendary toxins and deadly power.“They’ve… actually come,” a shadowed voice whispered somewhere along the cliffs. Eyes wide, disbelief dripping from every word.Another voice followed, tense, awed: “So that’s it… That’s why they move like predators. They’re coming straight for the heart of the sect.”Scouts hidden alo

Blood poured across the mountain like fire, staining rock and soil in deep, furious red.Screams tore through the air, raw and frantic. Disciples of the Crimson Veil Sect fell one after another, weapons clattering to the ground. Fear hung thick, mingling with the metallic tang of blood—it wasn’t just smell, it was almost a weight, pressing down on everyone who dared breathe it in.“I… I surrender!”“We surrender! Please, spare us!”Knees hit the ground, trembling. Voices cracked. These weren’t warriors anymore. Just scared children clinging to hope, begging for mercy that might never come.Kaelen Viremont didn’t move. Not an inch. He stood atop the peak like a storm incarnate, aura sharp and cold enough to freeze courage in anyone’s chest. His face—stone, detached, merciless—gave nothing away.“Just now, I gave you a chance to escape,” he said, voice slicing through the chaos. “You didn’t value it. Thought the Crimson Veil Sect could still save you.”A faint, cruel smile brushed his l