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Chapter 136: The Black-and-White Holy Lord
Crimsonlotus’s teasing drew warm, easy smiles from the group, yet when Caelyra’s gaze flicked toward Darian Kaelthorn, she caught only a fleeting hint of helplessness in his expression—no embarrassment, no flustered reaction. That quiet strength in his eyes remained untouched, like teasing words bounced off an unshakable wall.“But Darian,” Crimsonlotus continued, voice light and playful, “your taste really is impeccable. Elira Frostveil… honestly, extraordinary. Ice-like skin, jade-like bones, ethereal beauty… tsk tsk—even I, Crimsonlotus, feel my heart stir!”Caelyra’s eyes softened with admiration, recalling the first moment she had seen the girl. Elira Frostveil had stood alone atop North Peak, black hair whipping in the wind, her white dress drifting like mist around her. Her face, a perfect, crystallized work of jade, had shown no smile but radiated gentle softness. Even the most discerning eyes couldn’t help but be captivated.Both Crimsonlotus and Caelyra were renowned beautie
Chapter 135: The Fourth Beauty of the Sacred Path, the Proud Snow Fairy
East Peak basked in the soft glow of the afternoon sun. Jagged cliffs cast long, stretching shadows across the valley below, painting everything in sharp contrast. Darian Kaelthorn gave Dathric Valen and the others a small nod, then slipped into his modest room. The faint clink of his boots against the stone floor echoed down the corridor, each step deliberate, each step carrying purpose. Time was precious. He wanted to squeeze every last second out of the remaining hours to refine his cultivation.Outside, Dathric Valen lingered, his icy gaze tracking Darian’s retreating form. A flicker of something—helplessness? contemplation?—passed briefly across his usually unreadable face.“Why do I feel like even the shadow of this runner-up from the Battle of the Thousand Realms is about to vanish?” Dathric muttered to himself, voice low, almost a whisper.Crimsonlotus, Caelyra, Xyren Yul, and Selara Quineth couldn’t hold back their laughter. Dathric, the eternal ice sculpture, rarely showed e
Chapter 134: Exactly Three Moves!
The moment Darian Kaelthorn unleashed his second move, the very summit of Central Peak seemed to shudder.Bzzzz!An ancient, almost feral aura surged outward from him. It wasn’t just power—it was a presence, like a beast awakened from eons of slumber, hungry, ferocious, unstoppable. The air warped. Hundreds of zhang in every direction shimmered with a brilliance so intense it looked like celestial meteors raining down, rippling through space.Then, like a beacon of pure, undeniable supremacy, a blazing sun tore through the void. It soared into the heavens, reshaping the world around it. Inside that golden sphere, Darian Kaelthorn sat cross-legged. Calm. Composed. Radiating an aura so overwhelming it could make the sun itself look like a candle.This was the Second Move of the Sun-Moon Martial Classic: Blazing Sun Illuminates the Sky.Two words captured it perfectly: Blazing. Illuminating. The move scorched heaven, cracked the earth, and every pulse seemed to sap vitality from everythi
Chapter 133: This Is the Second Move!
The summit of Central Peak went utterly still the moment Darian Kaelthorn spoke. Silence fell like a heavy curtain, pressing down on the tens of thousands of disciples gathered there. Even Dathric Valen, standing stiff behind him, felt a chill creep up his spine. Darian’s words… they were audacious. Almost insane.Three moves to defeat King Sereth?The idea was so absurd, so outrageously bold, that laughter exploded across the summit. Eyes that had once regarded him with curiosity now gleamed with mockery.“I thought he had a shot against Elyan… turns out he’s just a fool!” one disciple sneered.“Elyan isn’t weak, but compared to the Three Kings? He’s nothing,” another scoffed.“This is ridiculous. Even with tricks, how could he hope to touch King Sereth?”The laughter rolled like waves, drowning out every trace of awe Darian had earned earlier. And yet, through it all, his face stayed calm. A faint, almost teasing curve of a smile tugged at his lips.Serian Vaelcrest, normally unread
Chapter 132: Do You Believe Darian Kaelthorn Can Defeat You in Three Moves?
Central Peak—the largest of the Five Newcomer Peaks—towered above the rest, not just in size but in sheer numbers. Over a hundred thousand disciples thrived on its summit alone, each radiating a unique aura, each carrying their own spark of ambition.“Ha! Hah!”“Bzzzz… Thud… Rumble…”The summit buzzed like a living organism. Countless sparring grounds—each about a hundred paces across—hosted pairs of young cultivators. Mystic energy flared in dazzling bursts, illuminating the peak like fireworks. Beyond the combat zones, stone-and-wood huts dotted the landscape, quietly radiating subtle but potent energy.From the base, a massive current of Heaven-and-Earth Primal Essence surged upward, feeding the peak like a slumbering dragon. Anyone with even a trace of sensitivity could feel it. Central Peak, with the most disciples, naturally commanded the richest flow of power.“Haha! Did you hear? Sereth Gale—Serian Vaelcrest—swept through the other four peaks a few days ago. Every so-called ge
Chapter 131: To Receive Without Giving Is Rude!
“Thud!”A jolt of danger ran straight through Darian Kaelthorn. He surged the energy of the Sacred Path of the Ancients through his body, coiling like a spring ready to snap back.“No matter who you are… today, you’ll die!”The words came slowly, deliberately, and sharply. Cold as ice, dripping with menace. Elira Frostveil’s face—beautiful enough to bring kingdoms to their knees—shifted through shock, disbelief, embarrassment, and fury. Every flicker of expression added weight to the threat behind them.“Thud!”Mystic Power, jade-green and fierce, coursed through her veins. Her right hand shot forward in a blinding palm strike, churning the seawater into a violent swirl. With her left hand, she grabbed the white battle dress floating nearby.When the waves finally settled, she stood wrapped in the flowing fabric, a vision of icy perfection. Her eyes, sharp as knives, locked onto the fleeing figure.“Yu Jiang Ancient Nerves! Yu Jiang War God Arms!”Her voice rang out, strained, cold, p
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