Neither of them spoke a single word.Yet their mere presence caused the atmosphere to become incomparably heavy.For the first time since the confrontation began, Elder Ren realized that he had completely lost today's gamble."By whose authority do you dare confine me?" Elder Ren shouted furiously.The Acting Sect Master answered with silence.He calmly reached into his sleeve and withdrew an ancient token.The moment it appeared, the entire hall fell into absolute silence.An indescribable pressure radiated from the token, suffocating everyone present.Even the assembled elders found it difficult to breathe.The expressions of every elder changed drastically.Elder Ren himself staggered backward in horror as he stared at the ancient token with trembling eyes.He knew exactly what the token represented. He understood the terror hidden behind it.The arrogance on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by deep respect. He cast a long glance toward Liu Kang, who was still lying unconsc

Su Lingxi's expression changed slightly. Without the slightest hesitation, she thrust both hands forward, instantly forming a translucent defensive dome around herself and Liu Kang.Bang!The assassin exploded into a mist of blood and shattered bone. The terrifying force of his self-detonation violently shook the walls of the chamber, causing the defensive array protecting the room to flicker wildly before gradually settling back into a calm, steady hum as it absorbed the remaining shockwaves.Silence soon returned, broken only by the faint scent of ozone and copper lingering in the air.Su Lingxi slowly lowered her hands, her azure gown fluttering gently as the turbulent winds subsided. With a graceful wave of her sleeve, she released a purifying talisman that dissolved the bloody mist within moments, restoring the room's tranquil fragrance.She turned around and walked toward the jade bed. Looking down at Liu Kang, she found his breathing calm and steady, completely undisturbed by t

As the day of the Soaring Dragon Assembly rapidly approached, geniuses from every corner of Stormfall Prefecture, accompanied by their guardians and elders, began converging on Stormfall City.Stormfall Prefecture was home to countless cities, sects, clans, and even ancient families that had remained hidden from the world for generations. Now, they had finally chosen to reveal themselves. Everyone understood that the Regional Lord's protection was not something that could be taken for granted. This gathering was destined to become the stage where countless destinies would be rewritten. While a fortunate few would rise to fame, countless others would become nothing more than stepping stones for the truly monstrous talents of this generation.The air within Stormfall City grew heavy beneath the pressure of thousands of powerful auras. Every inn and guesthouse was overflowing with visitors. Innkeepers shamelessly charged extortionate prices for even the smallest corner of a room, yet not

After a long moment, the Sect Master finally composed himself.His fingers tapped lightly against the armrest of his seat, the golden silk of his robes rustling softly. As his thoughts deepened, the faint sword intent surrounding him grew sharper until the very air inside the grand hall seemed to fracture like brittle glass."Where is Jian Chen now?" the Sect Master asked, his voice returning to its usual cold calmness."He has already arrived in Stormfall City, Sect Master," the hoarse voice answered from the shadows. "His physical injuries have fully healed, but his defeat within the Thunder Fire Realm shattered his flawless sword heart. He has secluded himself inside an inn and refuses to meet anyone until the pocket dimension opens.""Good."Jian Wushuang's eyes flashed with a cold, calculating light."A sword must be tempered through fire, and every true genius must experience defeat before understanding the cruelty of the Dao. If Jian Chen cannot reforge his sword heart before e

Standing some distance away from the tavern was a young man dressed in flowing white robes, a sword strapped across his back.He paid no attention to the bustling crowd around him. His sharp gaze remained fixed on the young master of the Blazing Sun Sect as his fists clenched tightly, causing a razor-sharp aura to slowly gather around his body.He was Jian Chen, the young master of the Heavenly Sword Sect.Standing silently behind him was a middle-aged man wearing a blue cloak that concealed part of his face. Although he appeared ordinary, the surrounding space distorted ever so slightly because of his presence, while faint strands of sword intent silently seeped into the air.His eyes drifted toward the Grand Elder of the Stormfall Imperial Family hovering high above the city. Fear and respect flashed across his face before he withdrew his gaze.Using voice transmission, he quietly warned Jian Chen."We can't do anything right now. You need to be patient. Your chance for revenge will