“Thanks,” Durk said as he got up to his feet.His body had momentarily frozen. If Warren hadn’t helped him, the giant tree would have crushed him to death.Warren, however, rushed into the flames, making Durk wonder what Warren was up to.But then screams came out of the smoky flames.“It’s the Roseclaw members!” Enron shouted. He was injured by the poisonous smoke and the jackal’s curse, but he was still able to move. “Everyone, make a circle!”The seven members behind Enron made a circle.Many people came bursting out of the flames as covered with aura. All of them were either Adepts or Experts.The one leading them was Elder Weinz himself.Both Enron and Weinz clashed head on.“The face clan will not be there when the morning sun rises,” Weinz laughed like a beast.“I’ve heard those words many times, but we’re still here!” Enron fought back.They just pushed each other with sheer aural force, which were like two giant boulders, and the other people nearby were pushed back.“Go and

Flowerhigh clan practiced multiple martial arts, but at their core were the Vine Blossom Arts, a delicate yet explosive sword art that could hide its killing intent and carry out the tasks.“Falling Petal Strike!”“Blooming Sword strike!”“Butterfly Drifter!”Their attacks were fast and precise, but Gunnar’s fists had answers to all of them.He simply threw an avalanche of punches that broke the opponents’ swords.The leader came with a deceptive attack. “Vine Strike!’ His aura created an illusion of the sword bending through the air.Gunnar moved his head out of the way.The aura around the sword still scraped past Gunnar’s neck.Gunnar’s elbow still struck the leader’s face, pushing him back a step.The leader pulled the sword back, aura concentrating into the tip of the sword. “Nectar Needle!”Gunnar threw a punch and blocked it.The sword bent in shape, surprising the leader. (He matched my speed and strength?)Gunnar was also confused at the same time. “Why is the sword bending l

The thickening energy around the jackal’s body spread out instantly.Many warriors who were at the foot of the mountain were momentarily frozen by this invisible pressure.“It’s coming,” Warren uttered.“I know,” Durk did not take his eyes off the jackal which looked like it had grown in size by a few inches.It suddenly disappeared in a blur of white.Both Durk and Warren jumped back and far at once.The jackal stormed out, rapidly changing directions several times.All Durk saw were afterimages. The real body attacked him from another angle.“Above you!” Warren shouted.“Above?” Durk once again jumped back in haste.The jackal’s claws struck the ground, creating a mini-crater.“Not so fast!” Durk pulled out daggers that were thin like needles of grass. Placing them between his fingers, he released aura into them and shot the needles at the jackal.Once more, the jackal turned into a blur.None of the daggers hit the jackal. They simply struck the ground and exploded.“Tsk, it really

As the night passed, the Roseclaw clan’s scouts delivered the news to Gordon.“The jackal was sent back into the seven stellar mountain range?” Gordon punched the large wine pot in frustration. “What about Warren? Is he fine, or did he lose an arm or two?”“Unfortunately, he seemed fine to my eyes,” the scout replied.Just then, another scout rushed over and said, “Patriarch, the assassins of the Flowerhigh clan were all found dead five miles to the north of the river.”“What?” Gordon’s heart shook for a second. “You’re telling me that nearly fifty assassins were killed? How? Who did it?”“I used the spirit-chasing squirrel, and it led me toward the fist clan.”“Someone from the fist clan did it?” Gordon’s jaw hardened. “Who could it be?”“That’s not all. Some of the heads of the assassins were missing.”“They must have taken those heads for proof,” Gordon said. “In case the martial association intervenes, they can prove their innocence.”“Should I send a message to the flowerhigh cla

The next morning.The story of the fist clan repelling the White Tempest spread like a wildfire in not just the nearby clans, but it even reached farther.It became the topic of the day at many inns.In the Crimson Oak clan, one of the seven neighboring clans of the Fsit clan, there passersby were having a long discussion.“The Fist clan pushed back a spirit beast? That’s the best joke of the year!”“Haha, yeah. Wasn’t their patriarch humiliated by the Woodwork clan a few years back? How can their clan be strong enough to fight a spirit beast?”“You guys are underestimating the Fist clan too much? Despite being a fifth-grade clan, they have five masters in their clan, and also experts that can’t be looked down on, either,” one man spoke while downing a jar of rum in one go, then burped. He had a scar on his face. “I fought Barek the Beast from that clan, and he was as fierce as they come.”“If they have so many masters, why didn’t they join fifth-grade sects as masters?” another one q