Zu Yu, a middle-aged man with an upright posture, stood beside Chen Nian with a face full of unwavering loyalty. The cultivation he had achieved over more than thirty years at the early stage of the Sky Realm radiated from the calm and powerful aura surrounding his body.Across from them, Prince Congyan stared with pitch-black eyes, the dark circles around them giving him a strange panda-like appearance. His face was filled with arrogance.Meanwhile, Chen Nian chose to step back, allowing Zu Yu to face Prince Congyan. The atmosphere around them became tense, the air seeming to grow heavier as the two sides exchanged pressure-filled gazes. Yet behind that tension, Chen Nian felt confident that his decision to trust Zu Yu was the best one in this situation.Congyan suddenly launched an attack toward Zu Yu, who remained firm and calm. With great confidence, he unleashed his hidden power by flicking his finger. At the same moment, dense black energy burst from his fingertip, like a bullet

He looked up at the sky, feeling an overwhelming pressure weighing down on his body. Perhaps this was the majesty of the Dragon King’s Aura. Chen Nian turned toward Congyan, then waved his hand, releasing a thunderous burst of lightning energy that roared and stunned everything around it.Congyan felt as if he were being crushed between two giant worlds. In an instant, he moved nimbly, dodging the lash of lightning energy. Annoyed, he cursed loudly, “Damn it, his power has increased drastically! I need to stall for time and find an opening. This lightning pressure is restricting every inch of my body, taking away my freedom!” Sweat mixed with blood dripped down Congyan’s forehead, unable to withstand the onslaught of power he faced.Seeing that his opponent could still move, Chen Nian was forced to admit that the mid-stage Sky Realm was indeed difficult to deal with—far tougher than when he fought Huang Da. In his hand, the Red Sword emitted resonating spiritual energy, indicating tha

Hengyun stared at the figure crushed beneath the power of Chen Nian’s Thunder Palm. The atmosphere around him suddenly turned tense; the silence that blanketed the area made his heart pound violently. Dust and smoke billowed around them, obscuring vision and making it difficult to breathe.The seemingly familiar figure lay there, half of his body buried in the ground. Yet, Hengyun felt something recognizable from the man’s posture—something that reminded him of his father.With a pounding heart, Hengyun quickly leaped toward the figure, hoping to find clarity. He stood right in front of the frail old man, looking at him with questioning eyes. Dust and sweat covered the man’s face, making him appear older than he truly was. Yet, his expression remained calm, as if reflecting unwavering wisdom.Holding his breath, Hengyun asked, “Who are you?”But the old man did not answer. His face was pale and filled with pain, his breathing uneven. It was as if he wanted to say something, but his we

A young man lay weakly on the bed, his body extremely thin and pale, almost like a living corpse. The bones in his face and hands were clearly outlined beneath skin that appeared dry and fragile. His eyes, once bright, now looked dull and empty, as if all joy and spirit had been drained away.Beside the bed, a middle-aged woman sat with tears streaming down her face, heartbroken at the pitiful condition of her son. Her graying hair and the wrinkles on her face added to the burden she carried. Her hand tightly gripped her son’s hand, trying to give him strength and support even as her heart shattered.The air in the room felt heavy, filled with anxiety and clashing hope. The soft sound of the woman’s sobbing echoed faintly, like an endless prayer pleading for protection and healing for her beloved son.It had never crossed her mind that her only son would suffer such a fate. “Enough, my daughter, don’t drown in sorrow like this. I have already sent people to the Imperial Capital to fin

Nine people gathered around a large round table, their faces serious and focused as they spoke and discussed among themselves. Their voices echoed through the room, creating a harmony that reflected strong cooperation and coordination among them.At the center of the table lay a thick dossier that had become the focus of everyone’s attention. The file contained a profile of someone, with detailed and well-organized information covering the target’s background, activities, and relationships—someone they intended to execute. Each person at the table carefully read and analyzed the document, noting every important detail that might be useful for carrying out their mission.As they continued their discussion, the atmosphere in the room grew increasingly tense and serious. Each person expressed their opinions and ideas, sometimes firmly, yet still respecting one another. Some nodded in agreement, while others raised questions and engaged in constructive debates.From their interaction, it