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Chapter 64: Sun and Moon Martial Classic
Darian Kaelthorn held the two scrolls with trembling fingers, each pulse of his heart echoing through his chest. One contained the Riven Gaesirion Technique, the other the Moon-Lacking Treasure Mirror. He let the words of Aric Sunspire Legacy roll through his mind, each syllable a guiding thread, as he prepared for what would come next.Moon-Lacking Treasure Mirror.A Yellow-Grade Lower Mastery technique. The final gift Aric had left him before departing. One that had turned the tide of his battles against Harvik. During that fight, the techniques Full Moon with a Gap and Shadow Moon with Clear Skies had flowed directly from this mirror, moving through him as naturally as his own breath.Without it… Darian knew he would never have claimed a flawless victory. Even with the Warborn Covenant Method activated, facing Harvik directly would have been a gamble bordering on suicide. The odds were stacked far against him. Yet the Moon-Lacking Treasure Mirror had bridged the chasm. It had turne
Chapter 63: Resting in the Small Towers
Darius stood motionless in the void, hands clasped behind his back, his face a mask of absolute calm. The sharp angles of his jaw, the square planes of his cheeks, betrayed nothing. Only his eyes cut through the silence—cold, piercing, twin needles of judgment—locked on Cyran.The world seemed to hold its breath. Every sound was swallowed by the stillness, and even the faintest exhalation felt intrusive.“Silently… without a sound… he resolved two such immense forces…” The thought whispered in Darian Kaelthorn’s mind, sending a shiver down his spine. “Such cultivation… such mastery… truly formidable.”Cyran bent slightly forward, fists clenched in a respectful salute. His face was a map of age and tension. Wrinkles furrowed as sweat beaded on his brow, glinting like tiny crystals in the distant light. Fear smoldered in his eyes, raw and unrestrained.The weight of Darius’ gaze pressed down on him like a mountain. Cyran felt as if he teetered on the edge of a bottomless abyss, standing
Chapter 82: Old Scoundrel, I Will Kill You One Day!
Everyone froze. The sound of Darian Wyric’s slap tore through the tense air like thunder.Jaren Shanley’s aged face bore five vivid finger marks, red and swollen across half of it. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. For a moment, it looked as though his teeth might have loosened from the sheer force. His body trembled, numb from shock—a living testament to the power behind Darian’s strike.This was no ordinary slap. Twice as forceful as the one Jaren had delivered to Little Baiya. For a long heartbeat, the old city lord could do nothing but register the burning, searing pain, the disbelief gnawing at him. A junior—a far younger, far less established junior—had dared to strike him.Rage came next. Veins bulged across his wrinkled face, eyes narrowing into glints of venomous fury. He scoured the void, searching for the audacious junior.But Darian was already safely behind Valtor Grimspire, calm, almost innocent, eyes meeting Jaren’s with icy clarity.“Am I seeing this correct
Chapter 61: Returning the Favor
“Gah! My heavens! What happened here?”“Who… who did this? Such cruelty!”“Hmph! Didn’t the Crimson Fire City Lord say it? Darian Wyric of Dragonlight Main City!”Shock rippled through the crowd of cultivators who had survived the first stage. Faces went pale as their eyes fell on nearly twenty unconscious young talents—many their own disciples—carefully cultivated over years, now lying helpless on the ground.“Whoosh!”Two figures descended from the sky in a blur. A man and a woman. The man—broad-shouldered, towering, eyebrows black as ink—radiated the calm authority of middle age. Beside him, the woman moved with grace, her hair pinned in a lotus-style knot. Every step oozed poise. He was the Lord of Cloudveil Main City, master of medicine. She, the Lord of Pure Lotus Main City, a renowned alchemist. Experts, both, were summoned in urgent haste.The Cloudveil Lord’s gaze locked instantly on his beloved disciple, Thalric. He quickened his pace, checking Thalric, then moved methodical
Chapter 60: Three Days and Three Nights of Cruelty
The Sunspire Legacy Hall stretched across the earth like a silver giant, towering eight hundred paces high. Its brilliance cut through the haze, shimmering and shifting as if alive. Slowly, figures began to emerge—one, then another—until eleven stood together, leaning on each other, steady but exhausted.At the front was Darian Wyric, calm and unshaken. Behind him, Selira Aelara steadied Crimsonlotus and Baiya. Selene’s hand rested lightly on Seraphina Vale’s shoulder. Seraphina limped slightly, yet there was a faint curve to her lips and a spark in her eyes—the thrill of survival.Caelyra moved forward alone, hand pressed to her chest, her face unreadable, tense. Two others from Stormspire City followed her: one bright-eyed, lively, the other stoic, seemingly unshakable. Both bore expressions of quiet relief. Surviving this trial was no small thing. At the very end, a pair from Cloudveil trailed behind, pale, somber, haunted by what they had endured.They paused at the entrance of th
Chapter 59: True Despair
What does it feel like to have your fingers snapped one by one?Cyran knew that sensation now. He tasted it firsthand. Each snap sent blinding waves of pain coursing through him. Every nerve, every sinew screamed in agony. He had never known anything like it.All his life, he had been the one inflicting pain, sowing despair. Now… now it was his turn.“This one’s for Selene… next, Seraphina.”Darian Kaelthorn’s voice was calm, almost clinical, detached as he twisted and broke three of Cyran’s left-hand fingers. The agony was immediate, searing. Cyran’s heart went cold. Then—a hand pressed lightly against his left forearm.Crack!“Ahhh!”Bone shattered. The scream tore through the air. Darian had crushed Cyran’s forearm with sheer force. Observers could only shiver in grim satisfaction.Cyran was notorious—a vicious, deranged cultivator who had crippled countless disciples in the Hall of Origin Sun. A disaster waiting to happen. But now? Bound in Darian’s grip, he was nothing.His blood
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