2025-06-15 11:15:39"I initially thought the same, Your Majesty. But when I learned that Mao Tung was on their side, that possibility might indeed happen," replied Tan Hui.
Demon King Han Zifeng fell silent. He realized that Tan Hui’s words made sense. He knew very well who Mao Tung was and how capable he was, as well as his tribe, which was filled with powerful demons.
Moreover, Han Zifeng felt his policy of forbidding marriage among the members of the Demon Warrior Tribe was truly the right decision. If he hadn't imposed such a policy, the number of Demon Warriors would have increased significantly and might eventually threaten his power—especially if Mao Tung decided to use the tribe to overthrow him.
"Very well. I have made my decision, Tan Hui. Once you recover, take as many troops as possible and hunt down those three. Kill them on sight and show no mercy!"
"I will carry out your command, Your Majesty," Tan Hui replied.
"When you have r
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Aji vs Suwarta
In the aftermath of their earth-shaking collision, Aji wasted no time—his fingers moved with reverent precision to touch the ornate hilt of the Dragon of the Earth Blade at his back, drawing forth a gentle current of its primordial energy. Like warm liquid light, the power coursed through his veins, chasing away the faint but insidious taint of venom that had crept into his system during their clash. A fraction of a moment’s delay would have sealed his doom; the poison would have spread through his body like ink through water, paralyzing his limbs and clouding his mind beyond repair.With deliberate, measured steps, he advanced toward Suwarta, who was still regaining his footing amidst the dust and carnage of the battlefield. The elder warrior’s chest rose and fell in heavy, ragged breaths as he gathered his strength, his dark eyes fixed on Aji with newfound wariness. Though victory seemed within reach, Aji did not rush to deliver the final blow—caution was his watchword, for he knew
The Black Venom Staff
With blinding speed, Aji drove his blade forward in a thrust that pierced clean through the upper right of Duke Harsa’s chest, its tip emerging from his back in a spray of crimson. Fortune favored the giant warrior that day—the steel had missed his lungs by a hair’s breadth, sparing him from an immediate death. Yet the agony was more than his right hand could bear, and his greatsword clattered to the ground as his fingers loosened their grip.Aji did not let the moment slip away. Gathering his strength into a single devastating blow, he unleashed a kick that struck Harsa square in the chest with the force of a charging bull.Crack!The impact sent Harsa reeling backward eight full paces, his massive frame sliding across the dust-strewn ground. Fresh blood gushed from the wound in his chest and welled up from his throat, pouring down his chin in thick rivulets that stained his dark tunic beyond recognition. Where once armor and fabric had stood proud, now only damp crimson remained.Fr
The Mad Blade
With the Death Blade Cleave—signature technique of the Soul Hunter Sword School—the Duke Harsa pressed ceaselessly upon the noble warrior Aji, each swing of his colossal weapon carving through the air with a low, menacing hiss that echoed deep within Aji’s ears. The sharp sound of splintering wind was a stark warning: his adversary had unleashed the full measure of his might.Once a bandit who had found redemption through hardship’s cruel hand, Aji danced away from each thunderous strike with effortless grace, his movements fluid as flowing water. Long since had he gauged the limits of the towering warrior before him, whose massive frame was matched only by the greatsword he wielded as his chosen instrument of combat. Step by step, Aji parried and evaded the Captain’s relentless assault, his eyes fixed upon every shift in stance, every subtle tilt of the blade that betrayed Harsa’s intent.“Our duel has barely begun, yet you already draw forth your strongest art?” Aji murmured, a wry
The Death of Cokro
“Hurry—aid Cokro at once!” Suwarta commanded, his voice sharp with urgency as he watched his disciple stagger backward, his hand clutched in agony.Harsa nodded in silent acknowledgment, his massive frame moving with surprising grace as he stepped toward Cokro, who was still trying to shake off the searing pain that coursed through his arm. The tall master of the Soul Hunter Blade School fixed his gaze on Aji, his eyes burning with a mix of anger and arrogance.“Step aside,” Harsa said firmly, placing a hand on Cokro’s shoulder. “Let me show this upstart the true power of our order.”“Be careful, Harsa,” Cokro warned, wincing as he flexed his injured fingers. “He is not as weak as he appears—his strength runs deep.”“Fear not,” Harsa replied, a confident smirk playing at his lips. With one fluid motion, he drew the enormous blade slung across his back—its steel gleaming with an otherworldly sheen, forged from rare ore and tempered in sacred fires. “He will not stand a chance against t
Against the Three Dark Path Masters
Rangga’s arrival, his face etched with a mixture of confusion and urgency, drew Aji’s immediate attention. The younger man paused mid-strike—his blade halting just inches from a dark disciple’s throat—as he turned to meet his brother-in-law’s gaze, a flicker of puzzlement crossing his own features.“We must go to aid those outside the walls!” Rangga declared, his voice tight with distress. The lines on his face spoke of a shock so profound it had left him struggling to comprehend what he had witnessed.“They are attacking beyond the compound too?” Aji’s brow furrowed with bewilderment. He had assumed the full force of the assault was focused on the Dragon Blade School itself—that the chaos within was the heart of their enemy’s design. He had never imagined it was merely a diversion, crafted to draw defenders away from the vulnerable villages beyond.“Worse than that,” Rangga replied, his jaw clenched with barely contained fury. “They are butchering innocent civilians—men, women, and c
The Dark Path’s Atrocities
The moment Aji’s warning tore through the air, Ki Mangkubumi sprang into action. The Master of the Dragon Blade School let forth a thunderous shout, his voice carrying across the chaos that was already beginning to unfurl, commanding the royal special forces to spirit King Wanajaya away from the exposed seating area with all haste.And just as the order was given, battle erupted within the hallowed grounds of the compound Ki Mangkubumi had devoted his life to protecting.Followers of the dark path—led by Suwarta, Harsa, and Cokro—burst forth from their hiding places among the crowd, striking without mercy at every soul within reach. The air, once filled with cheers and excitement, was instantly shattered by pandemonium. Those who fell beneath the dark disciples’ blades let out long, piercing screams that cut through the air like shards of glass, each cry of agony stoking the terror that spread through the gathering like wildfire.Realizing they were under attack, Dragon Blade disciple
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