Do He, the leader of the group, raised his hand when he saw that there was no Blue Lightning Tiger anywhere around. Even though the situation seemed strange, no one commented on it. They continued their journey carefully. Their eyes swept around the cave and found two people sitting in one corner. They appeared to be meditating, completely immersed in the aura emanating from the glittering stones. Do He and his companions tried not to disturb the two, but their curiosity grew stronger. “Are they also after the same power as us?” one of the group members whispered. “We should talk to them. Maybe they can give us information about the Blue Lightning Tiger and how to defeat it,” Do He said wisely. Slowly, they approached the two people who were meditating, hoping to get the clues they needed to defeat the Blue Lightning Tiger and obtain the power of the glittering stones. As they drew closer, they were startled when Song Que spoke in a cold voice, “You came here to disturb me.

When that group approached, Song Que swiftly waved his hand in fury. His anger had reached its peak because his cultivation had been interrupted. He’d felt he was right on the brink of a breakthrough, yet now he was forced to fail because of the disturbance they brought. His words burned with fire. With a single wave of Song Que’s hand, a sea of flames expanded and spread through every passage, intending to drive out those who had disturbed him. Of course, they were stunned to witness this phenomenon. Those who didn’t manage to escape were trapped in the sea of fire in the narrow, packed passageways, and burned to death. Song Que walked through the midst of the encircling flames as if the fire were nothing more than a close friend. No heat bothered him at all. “Sword Eyes!” Suddenly, hundreds of sword shadows, three centimeters thick, shot out sharply toward everyone near Song Que. Song Que’s eyes changed, and the shadow of a sword appeared within his pupils. His face sh

Patriarch Dohai Bipang strode in with complete confidence, harboring not the slightest suspicion. The information he had received claimed that Patriarch Fei’s son and daughter had been killed by the same murderer who had taken his own son’s life. Yet he had no idea that he had already stepped into a wolf’s den.“Where is the person who killed our children, Patriarch Fei?” Patriarch Dohai Bipang asked sharply, his gaze piercing.“Are you really that eager to meet him?” Patriarch Do He of the Do Clan replied coldly.Dohai Bipang turned, surprised to see Patriarch Do. “Ah, so it’s Patriarch Do. I didn’t expect you to be here. What is going on? Are you here to form an alliance as well?” he asked, trying to hide his unease.“Yes, we have already formed an alliance,” Patriarch Fei and Patriarch Do answered simultaneously, their words striking deeply into Dohai Bipang’s heart.“Wonderful!” Dohai Bipang exclaimed, pretending to be enthusiastic. “This is an unprecedented achievement for Shaun

Patriarch Fei launched his attack in a blaze of fury, as if trying to escape from his own feelings, while Patriarch Do stood tall and steady like a pillar guarding the gate. Dohai Bipang’s emotions boiled over, feeling humiliated and mocked. In a rage, he drew his sword, its blade gleaming through the air as if he meant to split heaven and earth. A sharp clang rang out as their swords met, sparks flying from the colliding weapons. Patriarch Fei smiled scornfully, looking down on Dohai Bipang. “You don’t know, do you? I’ve reached the early stage of the Spirit Realm and will soon step into the mid-stage. This is the power granted by my great Lord,” he said arrogantly. “Your Lord? Who cares? It means nothing to me!” Patriarch Dohai Bipang retorted with full hatred. He could feel the gap in strength bearing down on him, but it didn’t dampen his fighting spirit. His hand trembled violently from the force Patriarch Fei had unleashed. Dohai Bipang seized that moment to

The masked group fled, flickering like shadows in the darkness of night toward a more open area. Meanwhile, the sharp whistling of the wind warned them that someone was pursuing them. Zi Hao followed closely, his eagle-sharp eyes locked on them, his agile body soaring through the air as though gravity itself could not bind him.“My daughter!” the elderly woman, none other than Zi Shin’s mother, cried out in anguish. Her voice trembled with overwhelming worry. She had just lost her husband in her arms, and now she could not bear to lose her daughter as well. She had desperately tried to wake Zi Shin, but it was futile. The girl gave no response.The elders who had previously been dragged away by Zi Hao quickly stood and rushed toward Zi Shin, while several others carried Patriarch Hong’s body to a more proper resting place. Their faces were filled with immeasurable sorrow, shrouded in grief.Suddenly, from the distance, two figures approached, startling those who were mourning. Instant