The twilight wind swept across the secluded rocky hill, carrying the fading scent of dried blood and sweat. Before the ranks of the two hundred Asura Soldiers, standing tall with reddened eyes, lay a blood-freezing scene. Three hundred youths sat cross-legged on the muddy ground. They were not breathing. Not blinking. Their skin had lost its pigment, turning a horrifying pale gray. Lin Tian stepped forward cautiously. The young tyrant reached out his small hand, touching the arm of one of the petrified youths. Instantly, Lin Tian pulled his hand back. "I-it's freezing," Lin Tian murmured, his eyes widening. "His skin is as hard as granite. But... Brother Xiao, I can still feel his heartbeat. It's very slow, maybe beating only once every hundred breaths. They aren't dead?" Lei Tie, standing behind Lin Tian, frowned deeply. "This makes no sense. If their meridians were destroyed be

The golden cups on the teak table reflected the dim light from the incense burner. Sandalwood smoke billowed slowly, carrying a sweet aroma that deceived the senses. Behind Xiao Chen, the Poison King Jian Huo gritted his teeth. The old man had to exert all his 1st-Tier Earth Qi just to keep from kneeling and vomiting blood, but cold sweat had already drenched Jian Huo's entire body. The power gap between a 1st-Tier Earth and a 5th-Tier Earth was an absolute chasm of despair. However, amidst a pressure that could strangle a Tier-5 Spirit Beast, Xiao Chen sat cross-legged very casually. But in his heart, Xiao Chen was using a technique from the 5 Heavens sutra book, the Night Ruler's Sutra, where this technique created an energy shield for a very short time to protect the user from their opponent's Qi pressure. While pretending to remain relaxed, with his gray servant's robe not even fluttering as the four wailing demons r

The night approaching morning in the Shangguan supporting family's residence turned into hysteria and a flood of blood. Not a single member of the Shangguan Family Supporters survived the rampage of the Four Wailing Demons."No, I beg you, don't kill my child... I already paid you... please show me your mercy!" roared the Patriarch of the Shangguan Supporting Family, whose head was held by the wrath demon, forced to watch the deaths of his four children who were being killed by the Laughing Demon."You think your money is worth more than our lives!" said the Wrath Demon, spitting on the floor. "You have awakened a terrifying demon that has been dwelling in the Lin family.""NO... SONG'ER!" the Patriarch of the Shangguan supporting family screamed as he saw his eldest son's head separated from his body with one swing of a hand."You make too much noise for a corpse!" the Wrath demon hissed, staring angrily at the Patriarch of the Shangguan Supporting Famil

 The midday sun baked Falling Star City, but the heat was nothing compared to the embers of anger burning in the Wrath Demon's chest. Inside the luxurious Lin's Antiques Pavilion, the giant man in the bronze mask stood stiffly near the entrance. His thickly muscled arms were crossed over his chest. Beside him, the Laughing Demon was holding a chicken feather duster, cleaning the dust off a cheap porcelain vase with rough movements that nearly broke the object. A cultivator, who had most likely just broken through to the King Warrior realm, walked past the Wrath Demon. The man even boldly patted the Wrath Demon's shoulder and tossed a chain coin to the floor. "Hey, Guard! Please give my pet horse outside some water!" the King Warrior said arrogantly. Behind his mask, the Wrath Demon's jaw ground so hard it nearly cracked. Black veins bulged on his neck. He and the other three wailing demo

Thick dust billowed into the sky, covering the tracks of the long procession leaving Falling Star City. The giant Lin Family convoy moved, cutting through the quiet road. In the front line, the two hundred Asura Soldiers marched without making the slightest sound. Their reddened eyes stared straight ahead, their steps in sync like soulless killing machines. Around the main armored carriage, the twenty Black Iron Guards guarded the perimeter. Tie Han walked stiffly on the right side of the carriage, while the giant Wei Shan covered the left side. On the roof of the carriage, Gao Ying crouched like a gargoyle, his eyes scanning every blind spot along the road. Inside the main carriage, the atmosphere was a stark contrast. Lin Tian sat cross-legged on a silk carpet, sweat drenching his forehead as he tried to circulate the Qi in his meridians. Across from him, Xiao Chen sat leaning back casually, swirling a glass of wine in his hand.&nb