With strong determination, Bai Hu launched swift sword attacks combined with white flames that surged around him. Bai Loyang, calm and focused, parried every one of Bai Hu’s attacks with agile and effective sword movements. Their fight grew more intense, neither stopping, testing each other’s strength and dexterity. In the middle of the fierce battle, Bai Loyang noticed a mistake in Bai Hu’s footwork. Whether caused by fatigue or a loss of concentration, Bai Hu looked overwhelmed facing the attacks Bai Loyang delivered. Seeing that opening, Bai Loyang smiled slyly and seized the moment as Bai Hu’s foot lifted before touching the ground. With a loud and confident voice, he shouted, “White Fire Sword!” His sword attack was reinforced by blazing white flames, catching Bai Hu off guard. Bai Hu was startled by the unexpected speed of Bai Loyang’s attack. However, he realized that panicking would only worsen his situation. With focused eyes and a calm mind, Bai Hu tried to find a way to l

Bai Loyang coughed violently, and blood began to fill his mouth. His head hung limp, eyes bulging helplessly. Chen Nian approached with a mocking smile. "This technique is indeed extraordinary, but you don’t know that my eyes are also extraordinary. I can see that you’re using a fairly rare technique." Bai Hu quickly stepped closer and asked Chen Nian, "Is he dead?" "Not yet," Chen Nian answered while staring at Bai Loyang with sharp eyes. "Do you know of a rather rare Breathing Technique? It’s called the Dead Turtle Technique." Bai Hu furrowed his brow, curious about that technique. Meanwhile, Bai Loyang still lay weak. Chen Nian continued, "This technique allows its user to hide their pulse and hold their breath, making them appear like a dead person. But, don’t worry, I know how to counter this technique." Bai Loyang heard their conversation, yet was unable to move or speak. His heart was filled with despair, realizing that his final technique had failed to fool Chen Nian. In

Bai Hu arrived in front of Chen Nian’s residence, and with a pounding heart he knocked on the door of the house. "Sir!" he called out in a loud and spirited voice. Hearing Bai Hu’s voice, Chen Nian, who had just finished building a teleportation Formation, immediately rose from his seat and opened the door. He was surprised to see the change that had happened to Bai Hu. Bai Hu’s face now looked much better than before, a bright aura and dignity surrounding his body. "What is it, Bai Hu?" Chen Nian asked curiously. With a proud smile, Bai Hu answered, "I’ve brought quite a lot of resources, Sir. I’m sure this will help you make Pills that are very useful. At the very least, this should allow you to advance to the True God level later." Chen Nian smiled with relief, then invited Bai Hu into his house, "Come in first, we’ll talk more inside." Bai Hu nodded and followed Chen Nian into his residence. Bai Hu stood before Chen Nian with full respect, extending one hand that held a Ring

In the midst of the bustling city, Tang Mun sat pensively in a simple, hidden inn. He was still at a stage where he had no clear direction, while waiting for a message from Tang Ki, his older brother who had promised to help him join a faction after successfully getting in himself. One windy afternoon, Tang Ki’s dignified footsteps were heard approaching the inn. His steps were firm with an appearance better than before, showing he had achieved the goal he wanted. With soaring spirit, he knocked on the door of the inn room where Tang Mun was secluding himself. Tang Mun instantly felt a familiar presence behind the door, he immediately opened his eyes, realizing he was no longer alone. His face radiated hope when he saw the figure he had been waiting for. "How are you, brother? Did your mission succeed?" he asked with a tone full of curiosity. A victorious smile was etched on Tang Ki’s face, then with pride he announced, "Finally, I succeeded! I have become the Captain of the Rattl

Chen Nian stood tall, staring sharply at the Bandit Chief in front of him. Silent, he spoke no more words, making the atmosphere even more tense. In an instant, Chen Nian drew his prized weapon, the blazing Red sword. Flames from the sword radiated with high intensity, as if showing the great power it possessed. With steady steps, Chen Nian advanced until he was ten meters from the Bandit Chief and the people behind him. In a split second, he swung the Red sword toward his enemies. A deep and incredibly heavy attack was instantly felt by the Bandit Chief and his men, making them unable to move. Shocked, they were as if given a terrifying illusion. They tried hard to face the incoming attack, but it was futile. None could evade, one by one they were swallowed by the blazing fire from the Red sword. Screams echoed in the air, accompanying the pain they felt. The Bandit Chief leapt nimbly to the top of a tall tree, his black robe fluttering in the wind. Without hesitation, Chen Nian f