Since the moment at the train station, Arion had already sensed something wrong about the blond-haired boy. A bad feeling clung to him like a shadow, stirring an inexplicable sense of distaste.“Young man, you’d better not cause trouble. This man is Sant, the ruler of this village. No one dares to challenge him,” said Arri’s two elderly parents, their eyes filled with fear.A village ruled by tyranny?Others might have cowered, but Arion was different. He had come here today to shatter the arrogance that had taken root for far too long.Seeing the old couple trembling in fear, Sant smiled triumphantly. He licked his lips and stared at Arion with mocking amusement.“Uncle, Auntie, please take Merry inside. Take care of Arri, he’ll wake up tonight. Leave the rest to me,” Arion said calmly, his voice steady and reassuring.Arri? Wake up tonight? The old couple still looked uneasy. After all, no one in this village had ever dared to oppose Sant.But Merry, who had seen Arion’s ability wit

"How could this happen? I’ve been away from Prime City for less than a year, what on earth went wrong?" Matius muttered under his breath, his fists clenched tight, eyes staring blankly out the window as if the darkness outside might hold an answer. His mind was a fog, unable to form a single coherent thought.Suddenly, Martin entered the room, bringing Amanda with him. Although their father-son relationship was far from close, Martin knew well that he had no choice but to obey. His power and intellect were nowhere near enough to challenge his father’s influence.When they stepped in, Matius turned around. His gaze immediately fell on Amanda, and for a brief second, a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes. The young woman wore a simple yellow gown with no extravagant decorations, two ribbons of the same color tied neatly in her hair. Her face was captivating, the kind of beauty that carried a rare, natural elegance.Matius had seen countless women in his lifetime, yet few could pull off

Startled, Arion almost hit Nara. What was this? Such a useless method!"Master, why are you always like this? You’re making me anxious!" Nara said, crossing her arms over her waist, glaring sharply at him."Forget it, Nara. I don’t want to do that."Even though that method could give him more power, Arion refused to become a despicable, immoral man.The next morning, when the sun was already high in the sky, surprisingly, no one came to wake him up.When Arion emerged from the Demon-Sealing Sword, he was immediately hit by a wave of stifling heat.He lifted his head to see a gloomy, overcast sky pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe after spending the whole night in another realm.Standing by the window, Arion’s thoughts echoed with a single phrase: “When dark clouds gather and the wind begins to howl.” Was something bad about to happen? He muttered the words silently.When Arion stepped out of his room, he saw Olafia busy organizing her bookstore. Olafia owned a vast collec

The room they were in had absolutely no blind spots. The sword technique was incredible, but their opponent was Arion.Without hesitation, Arion shielded the two women behind him. His hand shot out to grab a nearby chair, and with a quick motion, he channeled his Palm Energy Technique. Anyone witnessing the scene would have been stunned, Arion moved as though he had become the Thousand-Armed Avalokiteśvara itself. The shadow of the chair multiplied around him, forming layers of phantom defenses that intercepted each flying blade.Within seconds, every knife was stopped with perfect precision. When the shimmering chair-shadows finally faded, the real chair in Arion’s grasp was revealed, twenty knives were buried neatly into its surface, lined up as though nailed by invisible hands. None had pierced through.“Four of them,” Arion muttered, eyes narrowing as he sensed the number of attackers.These weren’t ordinary assassins like the ones Paul had mentioned. Old man Matius Winzy had clea

Being a hired killer was like living on the edge of danger, gambling one’s life with every mission. Their senses were far sharper than those of ordinary people. And in this brief but brutal clash, the assassin knew without a doubt, he was no match for Arion.After unleashing three successive strikes, he made a split-second decision to flee without hesitation.“Trying to run now? Too late!” Arion’s cold voice echoed through the air, freezing the assassin mid-step.But Arion himself had reached his limit. Chasing with physical strength alone was impossible. So, he called for his ally. “Nara, it’s your turn now.”“Leave it to me, Master,” Nara’s calm voice replied.In an instant, Arion felt a sharp chill sweep past his forehead, Nara had emerged from the Demon-Sealing Sword.A silver light flashed through the darkness, followed by a cold voice: “Stop!”Nara appeared in midair, her arms spread wide, blocking the assassin’s escape route. She descended gracefully, like a celestial goddess s