The dry wind blew across Heaven's Rift Gorge, carrying volcanic dust and the scent of blood rust settling on the rocks. In the middle of that barren basin, the natural stone table separating the two factions felt like an execution altar.Xiao Chen sat leaning back casually. His left hand swept through the air above the cracked stone table. A small spatial fluctuation rippled from the dimensional ring on his index finger. A wide and worn sheet of beast-skin parchment slid out, unfurling to cover the table's cracks.It was a large-scale military topographic map of the Central Continent.Left General Yan Kuang and Right General Shen Gong immediately narrowed their eyes sharply. The ten elite guards behind Tuoba Li reflexively tightened their grips on their sword hilts, assuming the parchment was a trap array scroll. However, Supreme Commander Tuoba Li remained silent, his eyes fixed on the territorial borders drawn on the map."Look at this giant chessboard," Xiao Chen said, his voice as

The dry wind of Heaven's Fault Canyon suddenly felt freezing cold. On top of the natural stone table covered in long cracks, an ancient golden dagger lay between two men who controlled the fate of hundreds of thousands of lives. The tip of the dagger was wet with the fresh blood of Supreme Commander Tuoba Li. Xiao Chen's pitch-black eyes stared intently at the dagger. The hundreds of red runes carved into its blunt blade flickered, emitting mystical energy fluctuations that did not originate from normal elemental Qi. In the cultivation world, a Soul Blood Oath was not an empty promise on a piece of parchment. It was an absolute contract bound directly by the laws of nature and the will of the heavens. If either party violated the terms, no matter how high their cultivation level was, the laws of nature would crush their meridians and Dantian into dust in a matter of seconds. "A Soul Blood Oath," Xiao Chen thought. A fain

The freezing night gripped Heaven's Rift Gorge. Dry winds blew wildly, carrying gravel dust that slapped against the face. In the middle of the rocky road splitting the valley, dozens of fully loaded wooden carts were pushed forward, creating the squeak of wheels that broke the silence. The one-armed veteran general, Lei Tie, walked at the front with a straight back. Behind him, dozens of Asura troops pushed the carts containing a thousand sacks of grain in absolute silence. There were no complaints, no sounds of heavy breathing. Their slightly reddened eyes radiated pure military pride for executing a direct order from their Patriarch, Lin Tian. However, that epic military discipline was completely ruined by the sight on the left flank of the formation. "Damn it! Which bastard made the rule that elite assassins have to escort a convoy of carts?!" grumbled Laughing Demon. He stomped his feet on the rocky ground like a ma

Violent tremors struck the stone ceiling, dropping thick dust and gravel into the pitch-black room. Inside the abandoned warehouse belonging to the Bai Family on the outskirts of the capital's border forest, the air felt so stifling that merely gasping for oxygen felt like tearing one's lungs apart. Right above them, separated only by a few yards of soil and stone, the heavy thud of iron boots belonging to hundreds of Kuanyin soldiers could be heard clearly. The clashing of metal, ruthless command shouts, and the barking of tracker dogs echoed back and forth, searching every inch of the houses on the surface. Inside that rat hole, over a dozen figures who, just a few days ago, were rulers and honored nobles of the Zhao Empire, were now crammed together in absolute despair. The Patriarch of the Bai Family, Bai Wansan, knelt in the middle of the room. The fat man, possessing the cultivation of a Grade 4 Earth Realm cultiva

Thick dust billowed into the air, swallowing the fading afternoon sunlight over the expanse of Hell's Gate Gorge. The thunderous sound of footsteps from hundreds of Asura Army soldiers echoed, slicing through the dry wind. At the very front of the formation, the figure of a pure white-haired youth wearing a black robe walked with a straight back. There was no hesitation, no fatigue on his pale face. He led the elite Lin Family troops like a tyrant coming to reclaim his left-behind throne. However, just as the elite group was about to exit the gorge opening heading straight south, their steps came to a halt. Before them lay a sight capable of shattering the sanity of any army. The path to the Zhao Imperial Capital was completely blockaded. Not by a pile of rocks or wooden barricades, but by a hundred thousand armored soldiers of the Kuanyin Empire standing tightly together like a giant wall of iron. Banners bearing the cr