The explosion hit the courtyard like a thunderclap, shaking the ground beneath her feet. Aurelia went flying, her tiny frame smashing against the wall with a sickening crack. Blood stung her mouth, metallic and hot, but she didn’t even scream. Not yet.Through the haze of smoke and dust, she watched. Pieces of the Iron Armor lay scattered across the courtyard, twisted and broken like statues frozen mid-fall. Her heart raced—half fear, half exhilaration. She was alive. Terrifyingly alive.From the center of the wreckage, Kaelen emerged. His white robe hung in tatters, edges singed, yet he moved as if nothing had happened. Calm. Terrifyingly calm. Bronze gleamed on his skin, his hair, even in his eyes—a divine metal aura that marked the activation of the Bronze Battle Form. Untouchable.He strode through the smoke like the Iron Armor hadn’t even tried to crush him. Ninth-level True Martial Realm, at best? Pathetic. Not enough to take down a Martial Spirit Tier warrior like him.Fragment

The Golden Divine Pill had done something amazing. Kaelen’s martial essence wasn’t just stronger—it was sharper. Razor-sharp. Clear. Focused.What the hemp-clad elder didn’t realize was that Kaelen had already carved Elder Myrion’s world-shattering strike into his memory. Every detail, every tremor, every ounce of force—it was etched there forever. From now on, he could recall it at will, like replaying a favorite scene in his mind.Kaelen sat cross-legged in the middle of the training ground. Inside him, a faint sword-shaped light started to form, delicate at first, like morning mist. Slowly, it grew into the first traces of a sword heart.The hemp-clad elder approached, eyes gleaming with that uncanny perception, like he could peer straight into Kaelen’s soul.“Oh?” Myrion murmured, a trace of astonishment in his voice. “This boy… remarkable. I released only a single strike, yet he’s already condensing sword intent. Forming a sword heart.”In the world of martial cultivation, sword

The devastation across the Great Wasteland village froze everyone in their tracks.Serenya’s face went pale as the truth hit her like a hammer. This was exactly why the Sword Sect’s elders had insisted: face the demons of the Crimson Veil Sect, show no mercy, and exterminate them all.“Hehehe… just as the leader said,” a cruel, mocking voice slithered across the ruins. “The scent of blood from this village is irresistible. And now… the big prize is on the hook: a master from the human sect! Too bad, all of you are just appetizers for the Great Demon Lord!”Churon’s eyes narrowed sharply. “Trap!” he shouted, but it was already too late.Rumbles shook the earth as streams of blood-red divine light shot into the sky, forming a massive, pulsating formation that trapped everyone inside.“This… a demonic formation!” one of the city lord’s elite guards shouted.“Impossible! There’s a formation master among them!” Panic rippled through the ranks, but only three remained calm: Caius, Serenya,

Valehart’s voice cut through the thick tension of the grand hall—sharp, strained, impossible to ignore.“Serenya has spoken of you before, Kaelen. You… are talented. Destined for greatness. I entrust her to you!”The moment he unleashed his aura, surging forward to shield both Serenya and Kaelen, the world seemed to blur. The elders froze, statues in disbelief. No one had expected the frail, wounded clan head to explode with such terrifying ferocity.“Impudent!”Lysarion, the Grand Elder, erupted like a storm breaking over mountains.Boom!It was as if an ancient beast had awakened. Nearly a century old, his presence swept over the hall like a tidal wave—vast, heavy, suffocating.“This… this is the Tianwu Realm!” Valehart’s face drained of color. A master of the Tianwu Realm—unstoppable. Unmatched. Today, maybe none of them would walk away alive.Whispers rippled across the hall:“The Tianwu Realm…”“Great Uncle has broken the final bottleneck!”“The House Hanwynn will rise like never

“Whoosh!”Serenya’s words sliced through the tense streets like a knife. In an instant, the truth spilled out. Every threat, every coercion, every suffocating pressure—it had all been orchestrated by Young Master Caius. He wanted House Hanwynn to bend to his arrogance.“Shameless,” someone muttered from the crowd.“Detestable,” hissed another.Caius’s handsome face twisted, fury blazing in his eyes. “Serenya! How dare you speak to me like that! And you—Kaelen, right?—standing there. Don’t think that changes anything. Today, you belong to me, whether you consent or not! Interfere, and you die. Resist, and I’ll flatten this mansion with my Black Armor Army!”A cold shiver ran through the crowd. Even the bravest guards faltered.Valehart’s low, disdainful laugh cut the tension. “Young Master, perhaps think twice before spouting arrogance.”Caius erupted, mocking laughter echoing through the streets. “Consequences? What consequences? And you, Valehart—what right have you to lecture me?”“