The Dragon God Emperor moved with precision, evading the slashing claws of Wu Xiang without striking back. His eyes followed every motion, studying the rhythm of the demon’s attacks, searching for weaknesses hidden within the chaos. The cavern echoed with the sound of claws scraping against stone, sparks flying as the air grew heavy with the stench of burning sulfur. “Do not merely dodge, Mahasura! Show me the famed Dragon God Palm. I long to test myself against it!” Wu Xiang roared, his voice reverberating like thunder. Lin Wei remained silent, his body weaving through the strikes. He would not be baited. Wu Xiang’s movements carried the venomous aura of the World-Poisoning Demon Technique, each strike dripping with corruption. Should I unleash the warrior’s palm technique? No… not here. Its destructive force would shatter the First Realm itself. “Shadowless Sword!” Lin Wei summoned blades forged from pure qi. Dozens of swords shimmered into existence, streaking through the

"Magnificent, Dragon God Warrior! The legends about you are no mere tales!" shouted the Demon Wu Xiang, his voice echoing across the trembling skies. "Dark Dragon, arise!" Wu Xiang, sensing defeat in his duel against Mahasura—Lin Wei—summoned forth the Black Dragon, a colossal beast cloaked in shadows. Its scales shimmered like obsidian under the dim light, and its roar split the heavens. "Is this not the same Black Dragon that once shook the Nirvana Bodhisattva a century ago?" Lin Wei asked, his tone grave, his eyes narrowing as the monstrous form coiled in the distance. "Is this the dragon I fought before?" Vikrama, the Red Dragon, muttered in awe, his memory flashing back to the battle where he had barely triumphed. "Yes, Vikrama," Lin Wei affirmed, his voice steady. "That black beast was immense, and though you defeated it, the struggle nearly cost you everything." The Black Dragon’s eyes glowed with venomous hatred. "Cursed Red Dragon… we meet again." Its voice was thic

A crimson shadow darted swiftly through the dense canopy of emerald trees at the foot of the cool mountain range. The figure moved with unbroken speed, weaving through the thick forest as though the branches bent aside to let her pass. Every so often, she alighted upon the broad crown of a towering tree, pausing to scan the wilderness around her. The shadow revealed itself as a young woman of striking beauty, her form graceful and perfectly balanced for her age. Her face glowed with a radiance that words could scarcely capture, like the first light of dawn warming the eyes of all who beheld her. Any man would be entranced by her presence, for she was not only slender and elegant but also agile, moving with the poise of a warrior who had reached formidable heights. “Where are you, Wu Ling?” she whispered, her gaze sweeping across the forest from the highest tree, her voice tinged with longing and determination. This was Feng Huang, the Red Phoenix, a maiden whose beauty blossomed

“I cannot take you to meet the Darkness Cultivator yet, Long Chen! You must first prove yourself useful to him, only then will he agree to see you. I ask that you be patient!” Xiuying’s voice rang out, sweet yet edged with steel. Chen Long felt the cunning and power behind her words, a beauty that ensnared him but offered no mercy. “In that case, I would rather return to my homeland!” he threatened, his tone sharp with frustration. “If you leave now, Long Chen, your chance to meet the Darkness Cultivator will vanish forever. And you will never see me again,” Xiuying replied with a smile that concealed menace. Though her lips curved in sweetness, her words carried the weight of a veiled threat. “What a terrifying woman… how did I let myself be trapped by Xiuying’s beauty? Foolish of me not to heed Wu Tian’s warning,” Chen Long muttered inwardly, his heart heavy with regret. “Well? Do you still wish to return to your homeland?” Xiuying pressed, her eyes gleaming with challen