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The Roc That Could Not Escape
Guo Jiang and Wei Zhan were already several dozen steps apart when they left the Northwest Grassland behind.Late afternoon light stretched across the open sky. Below them, grassland gave way to broken hills, silver rivers, and darker ridges leading toward the northeastern coast. The sea remained far ahead, but Wei Zhan had already chosen that direction because the empty horizon offered fewer witnesses and, he hoped, more room to escape.Compressed Kaishi bursts exploded beneath his feet one after another. Each burst bent the air and drove him forward in a violent leap. His dark robes snapped behind him, and the qi around his legs thickened whenever he changed altitude.Guo Jiang followed without drawing a weapon.His movement lacked the harsh force of Wei Zhan’s escape. He did not tear through the sky or scatter clouds with every step. Banxiang qi gathered beneath him in measured pulses, carrying his body forward while preserving breath and balance.Wei Zhan rose sharply.Guo Jiang w
The Disciple Above the Battlefield
Guo Jiang reached Wei Zhan before the defensive seal closed.He did not begin with a giant technique.His body shifted outside Wei Zhan’s lead shoulder, entering the narrow angle where the half-formed seal could not turn without breaking. Guo Jiang placed one palm against the space before the Sage’s ribs and released a controlled thread of Banxiang force.Dumm!The impact entered through the gap.Wei Zhan flew backward nearly thirty steps. His chest tightened, and his next breath broke halfway through. He stabilized in the air by turning his hips and spreading qi beneath both feet, but the numbness along his ribs told him the truth.The realm gap was real.Guo Jiang had not needed spectacle.Precision was enough.Wei Zhan drew his right hand inward and released compressed Kaishi force.
The Young Banxiang
Wei Zhan had intended to rule the battlefield through terror first and massacre second.Fear was efficient. Once thousands of fighters knelt, killing the leaders became easier and survivors carried his name farther than soldiers could.He enjoyed that moment.Whenever others bowed beneath his aura, he breathed in slowly, as though their panic possessed a taste. He spoke softly because he expected obedience. Against weaker people, he never needed to hide cruelty. Before stronger people, caution came first.The Banxiang aura erased his satisfaction.Wei Zhan’s face remained composed, but the fingers of his raised hand stiffened.He recognized the realm immediately.This was not Haiyun’s aura. Haiyun’s pressure carried the heaviness of accumulated age and violent greed. The power approaching from the south was sharper, youn
Kneel Before a Sage
The invisible aura expanded from the Logun command ship.Breathing shortened first.Alliance disciples who had faced arrows and blades without retreat suddenly found their chests tightening. Fingers lost strength around sword hilts. Horses lowered their heads and spread their legs to keep from collapsing.A boastful disciple forced a laugh. “My wounds reopened. That is all.”His knees struck the grass before the sentence ended.An opportunistic elder moved closer to the strongest sect leaders, hoping their presence might shield him. A black-path master gripped his saber but could not draw it more than one finger from the sheath. An orthodox elder straightened his back, determined to preserve dignity even as sweat ran from his temples.Lin Heng knew the realm before anyone spoke.“Kaishi pressure.”
One Hour to Kneel
The Logun messenger approached under a plain white banner.His horse moved at a walking pace, and the scroll remained visible in one hand. His sword was tied inside its sheath with a narrow strip of cloth, proving he had not come to fight.Several black-path disciples shifted near the camp entrance.“We should kill him before he speaks,” one muttered.Lin Heng heard and turned his head. “A messenger carries words, not personal guilt. Any hand raised against him answers to the alliance.”The disciple lowered his gaze.That decision mattered. Even leaders who disliked Bingdao understood that Lin Heng still observed Jianghu convention when anger would have made cruelty easier.Lin Heng mounted a black warhorse and rode forward. His battle robe was white, though mud and dried blood had darkened the lower fabric. Matchi
The Poisoned Messenger
“Ten.”The Logun messenger slid from the saddle.His shoulder struck the grass first, then the rest of his body followed. The horse staggered two more steps before its front legs folded. Foam appeared around its mouth as the poison spread through the reins and saddle leather that both rider and beast had touched.Ouyang Kang watched with gloved hands folded behind his back. He did not rush forward or explain the recipe. His attention remained on the messenger’s breathing, the discoloration beneath the jaw, and the delayed tremor in the horse’s hind legs.“The first layer entered through the skin,” he said. “The second awakened when he tightened the reins.”That was all he offered.Black-path leaders applauded first.Duan Baili raised his broken prayer beads and declared, “Heaven has ju
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