“Wu Tian shows kindness to all—whether mortal or dragon, Angel,” Wu Xiang muttered, his voice taut with frustration. “How could he ever be persuaded that the villagers of Lo Han Island are treacherous, plotting to annihilate dragons, just as the Desert Dragon warned?” His words cut through the silence, sharp as steel, echoing in the hushed night where the air smelled faintly of salt and damp earth. The Angel Dragon’s reply was soft, trembling with both conviction and doubt. “You are his closest companion. Perhaps you should try to reveal to him the corruption festering within the people of Lo Han. Wu Tian clings too tightly to the past, believing every word Lo Hui whispers. You are right about Lo Hui, Wu Xiang… I too suspect that warrior.” Her wings quivered as the wind brushed against them, carrying the faint rustle of leaves and the distant cry of seabirds. Wu Xiang’s eyes narrowed, suspicion deepening like shadows stretching across the ground. “I will try, but Wu Tian will cont

Few villagers of Lo Han dared to wander along the empty lanes. The silence was heavy, as though the air itself carried the weight of fear. Shadows stretched long across the cracked stone paths, and the faint rustle of leaves seemed louder than usual. The people remained hidden indoors, gripped by terror after so many of their neighbors had vanished without a trace. The village smelled faintly of damp earth and smoke from shuttered hearths, yet the absence of human voices made it feel like a ghost town.“I don’t think it’s worth asking anyone here,” Wu Tian murmured, his voice low but firm, as if afraid the silence might shatter. “They’re too frightened of this mysterious kidnapper. We won’t get any useful answers—only more panic. Better we search ourselves for the missing villagers, especially Wu Ling and Uncle Wang.”Wu Xiang’s shoulders sagged, his clothes rumpled, his face pale from sleepless nights. His eyes carried the exhaustion of someone who had been walking endlessly, yet ben

“Show yourself! I know you’re hiding!” Wu Tian’s voice rang out through the dense shadows of Devil Forest, his cry echoing against the towering trunks. The night air was heavy with the scent of damp soil and rotting leaves, and the silence that followed his shout seemed to thicken, pressing against his ears. Yet instead of revealing themselves, the unseen figure darted away, moving with uncanny speed, vanishing deeper into the darkness. “Stay with Tian Zhi, Wu Xiang! I’ll chase this great warrior myself!” Wu Tian commanded, his body surging forward like a streak of lightning. His feet struck the forest floor with sharp rhythm, scattering leaves and sending echoes through the night. Ahead of him, a crimson blur sliced through the shadows, leaving behind a trail of red afterimages that shimmered like ghostly flames. Wu Xiang, left behind, frowned as he tried to make sense of it. “Didn’t he say it was a cultivator? Why is it suddenly a warrior?” His thoughts tangled with confusion, h

“I never imagined we’d clash like this, Wu Tian!” cried Xiuying, her beauty radiant beneath the crimson folds of her robe, her figure outlined by the flickering glow of lantern light. Wu Tian’s gaze lingered on her, astonished by how different she seemed from the Xiuying he once knew. “I don’t wish to fight you either,” he said, his voice taut with urgency, “but I need answers about the Darkness Cultivator. Who abducted the villagers of Lo Han?” “It wasn’t us, Wu Tian. Why would we waste our strength on such a pointless act? Neither I nor the Darkness Cultivator gain anything from kidnapping simple villagers,” Xiuying replied, her tone sharp yet tinged with sorrow. “Then tell me—where is the Darkness Cultivator now?” Wu Tian pressed. “I cannot reveal that to you, Wu Tian,” she answered softly, her eyes shadowed with secrets. “Don’t force me to compel you, Xiuying,” Wu Tian warned, his voice low, dangerous. Her lips trembled as she whispered, “Why have you grown so mercil

CLAAANG! Shards of ice, sharp as blades, scattered through the air like a storm of glass, only to be deflected by a flurry of swords that intercepted them before they could pierce Wu Tian’s body. The clash rang out like thunder across the frozen clearing, echoing against the jagged cliffs and the skeletal trees that lined the battlefield. The air smelled of iron and frost, sharp enough to sting the nose, while the ground trembled beneath the force of the collision. “Are you alright, Wu Tian?” asked a broad-shouldered youth, his voice firm yet edged with concern. His arrival had been sudden, his intervention decisive, saving Wu Tian from what could have been a fatal strike. Wu Tian exhaled, his breath misting in the cold air. “I’m fine! Thank you, Wu Xiang!” His words carried both relief and gratitude, though his heart still pounded from the near miss. Wu Xiang, who had been waiting impatiently for his companion, had finally caught up. His boots crunched against the frost-bitte