Berikut terjemahan ke bahasa Inggris dengan Han Nian diganti menjadi Chen Nian: The furious roar that shattered the morning silence of the Sky Dragon Sect resonated with profound rage. The Patriarch stood in the center of the hall, his face flushed red and the veins on his neck bulging. In his hand was a report of devastating news. His blazing eyes swept across the trembling disciples before him. "Out of our four Elders, three have fallen in battle, and one—Ji Wong—has betrayed us!" he thundered, his voice filled with hatred and regret. He strode forward angrily and swept everything off the table. Ink bottles, papers, and several small artifacts crashed onto the floor. Pointing toward the door with a trembling finger, he shouted, "Ji Wong, you have brought disaster upon all of us! You betrayed your brothers and led thousands of our disciples into another sect as captives!" His face grew even redder as he struggled to breathe. "You disciples, look carefully at what happens when

Sensing an unusual disturbance in the air, Chen Nian instantly vanished from the World Ring after exchanging a few brief words of farewell with the four women closest to his heart.As he reappeared, floating high in the sky, no one understood his arrival. It was as if a shadow had materialized from nowhere. The three intruders targeting the Zetian Sect remained completely focused on what they were observing below.This territory belonged to Chen Nian. His instincts were as sharp as a hungry wolf guarding its domain. The fluctuations in the air rang through his mind like a warning siren.Meanwhile, Yeon Cha remained immersed in careful observation. His eyes did not blink as he studied the surroundings."A massive defensive formation has been established around this sect. We can't simply force our way through it.""Then what should we do next?" the woman beside him asked nervously, though her curiosity was evident.Chen Nian waved his hand decisively.At once, the Heaven and Earth Cage

Chen Nian felt his breathing grow ragged.Cold sweat drenched his forehead and back as his right hand tightly gripped the heavy Dragon Spear.The Divine Crown upon his head, which should have amplified his power, seemed to offer little help in this moment.Every attack from Jia Long descended like a meteor shower—swift, relentless, and deadly.Amid a battlefield reduced to rubble, shattered mountains, broken trees, and scattered debris, Chen Nian struggled desperately to remain standing.What should I do? he thought while fending off attack after attack.His mind raced, searching for a flaw, a weakness, any opening in his opponent's defense.Yet Jia Long offered none.On the other side, Jia Long, clad in dark robes, wore a broad smile.Satisfaction was written all over his face.“It seems you've already reached your limit,” he said with a chuckle.“I must admit, I’m impressed. For someone who hasn’t even reached the peak of the True God Realm, surviving dozens of my techniques is rema

Jia Long lay sprawled upon the ground, his breathing ragged while blood trickled from the corner of his split lips. The pain did not only torment his body but also his wounded pride. He stared at the darkening sky, struggling against the frustration and defeat that weighed heavily upon his mind.“Chen Nian! How is this possible?!” he muttered hoarsely, his voice trembling with disbelief. Not a single one of his razor-sharp attacks had been able to break through Chen Nian’s defenses.Chen Nian stood calmly, his breathing still steady, as though the fierce battle that had just taken place was nothing more than a warm-up. A faint smile rested on his face as he looked down at the injured Jia Long.“You may possess the cultivation of a God King, Jia Long, but true strength does not come solely from that. You rely too much on your status and have forgotten the true essence of cultivation,” he said in a cold yet firm tone.Jia Long felt a burning pain within his chest, not only from the phys

As dusk descended upon the dense forest, it marked the end of a fruitless search. Members of the Demonic Cult gathered amidst the trees with gloomy expressions, surrounded by an oppressive silence. Baekhyun, their leader, stood in the center while stroking his growing beard thoughtfully. "We have searched every corner of this forest," Baekhyun said hoarsely as he glanced at the exhausted faces of his followers. "There are no traces, no magical signatures. Even the formation masters we brought along have found no evidence of any concealment array protecting this area." An elderly formation expert nodded helplessly while leaning on his wooden staff. "I have used every bit of knowledge I possess, yet it is as if the Zetian Sect has truly vanished, swallowed by nature itself." Darkness continued to thicken around the forest, and the chirping of crickets accompanied the heavy sense of failure weighing upon everyone present. "We cannot remain here any longer," Baekhyun continued firml