Xiao Chen's laughter thundered, tearing through the spiritual storm in Skull Valley. His voice was hoarse, mixed with the clots of blood that continued to spill from his lips, yet its resonance projected an absolute dominance that froze the air.In the sky, the three remaining White Sect Emperors trembled violently. The halos behind them flickered dimly, as if the laws of nature themselves were terrified by the tyrant's laugh. Their eyes were fixed on the stump of Xiao Chen's right shoulder, then shifted to the mist of blood that was once their colleague.While his enemies trembled, on the same cliff, Jian Ying, Xiao Chen's only disciple and confidant, stood frozen. His hand, gripping the Heaven-Conquering Sword, shook uncontrollably. Beads of cold sweat rolled down his temples. His gaze was vacant, fixed on his master's back, which now looked like that of a broken god of death."Why are you silent?!" Xiao Chen roared, sweeping his condescending gaze over the three Emperors. He used t

The night sky over the Southern Continent was torn apart by the color of blood. The darkness that should have blanketed the earth was now replaced by the blaze of a fire that was consuming the magnificent Lin Noble Family Estate down to its foundations.The stench of fresh blood and burnt flesh mixed with thick smoke, stealing the oxygen from the night air. In the front courtyard, dozens of bodies of guards in the Lin Family uniform lay scattered, their throats slit cleanly. The slaughter was silent, systematic, and merciless. A butcher's masterpiece from an elite team of hired assassins.In the deepest corridor of the main residence, a young servant dressed in coarse cloth braced a pair of giant teak doors with his back. He was far too thin, his face smudged with soot, and his legs trembled so violently they were nearly numb from holding back the brutal assault from outside.Brak! Brak! Brak!Sword and axe blows slammed against the door from the other side. Sharp wooden splinters exp

The cave was dark, damp, and smelled of decaying moss. But for Xiao Chen, this place was the only sanctuary between him and a ridiculous death for the second time.He sat cross-legged on the cold stone floor. His face was as pale as a corpse, his jaw clenched so tightly that the veins in his neck stood out like the roots of an old tree. Inside his mortal body, the life force he had absorbed from the assassin was raging like a firestorm."Worthless vessel, damn it!" Xiao Chen cursed between ragged breaths. Fresh blood trickled from the corner of his lips again.If he were in his original body, this meager amount of energy would have been unnoticeable. However, the meridians of this lowly servant's body were incredibly narrow and clogged with mortal impurities. Forcing wild energy into them was like pouring molten lava through a bamboo straw.Xiao Chen closed his eyes. He recalled the first part of the Scripture of 9 Hells.The 9 Hells Purification Sutra: Taming the Yin Fire.Instead of

The night wind whistling through the cliffs felt colder than usual. The tip of Xiao Chen's sword pressed against Head Guard Lei Tie's neck, while the general's chipped sword trembled in front of Xiao Chen's chest.In Lei Tie's eyes, the young man in coarse servant's clothes before him was no human, but a manifestation of the angel of death."Stop! Please, stop!" Young Miss Lin Xuanyin's shriek broke the suffocating tension. The noble girl stumbled forward, throwing herself between them, heedless of her silk dress getting soaked in the pools of blood."Uncle Lei, lower your weapon! A'Chen... he's the only one who saved us tonight!" Xuanyin looked at Xiao Chen, her swollen eyes filled with fear, but also absolute dependence. "A'Chen, please... don't kill him. He's protected us this far."Xiao Chen looked at Xuanyin's tear-streaked face. Inside his chest, the Heart Demon Curse pulsed faintly, a subtle warning not to harm someone on his master's side.With a slow movement filled with cold

Lin Tian's small knees slammed hard onto the rocky ground. The skin of his palms was torn by sharp gravel, drawing fresh blood. The pain was instantly drowned out by a wave of absolute terror that froze his blood as he looked up.Outside the canyon entrance, the eyes of Gou Yan, the leader of the tracking squad, smiled with satisfaction as he saw the boy's figure sprawled in the pale moonlight. The caution he had maintained was shattered by the temptation of an invaluable prize. That was the sole heir of the Lin Family. The boy's head was worth a general's position in Advisor Zhao's army."Hahaha! Heaven is truly blessing me tonight!" Gou Yan laughed hoarsely. "Don't let him get away! Take his head!"Ignoring all his instincts, Gou Yan shot forward into the canyon, followed by his six subordinates. The speed of a Grade 2 Warrior allowed them to cross the fifteen-foot distance in a single breath. The large sword in Gou Yan's hand was raised high, reflecting a deadly gleam, ready to spl