Descent of a legend
Author: Liam Michael
last update2026-02-23 18:35:17

NOW

Murong Wuque dropped down like divine tribulation, sand and stone exploded outwards, and the ground around the gates trembled, like a mountain descended from the skies.

The guards shielded their faces with one hand, the other quickly reaching for their weapons. Lesser warriors would have collapsed from the impact, but the sentinels guarding the entrance were the best from the elite team, proficient in assault and defense, with years of real battle experience in precarious situations.

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  • liquor god appears

    BACK TO ALVIN“Liquor god Zhu Tian?” Someone muttered from the crowd of soldiers. Alvin groaned in agony, forcing himself to stand. The eyes of everyone around, including the livid old vulture, lowered the moment they saw the drunken master. He appeared unkempt and half asleep, but the pressure radiating from him made breathing hard for Alvin. “He even came. This is serious. This person would never survive.”The drunken master tilted his head to the side, his locs of hair slithering down his bare back like serpents. He examined Alvin who was clutching his chest, wincing from agony, and took a huge gulp from his giant gourd. “Coming here means certain death? Why did you insist on it?” His cadence was slurred, his eyes half closed. But Alvin didn't dare to underestimate him. The cracks and fissures on Alvin’s core were spreading fast, and the world before him was turning into gray patches. His vision was failing him. “Remove your mask. I want to see your face.” Liquor god Zhu T

  • Descent of a legend

    NOW Murong Wuque dropped down like divine tribulation, sand and stone exploded outwards, and the ground around the gates trembled, like a mountain descended from the skies. The guards shielded their faces with one hand, the other quickly reaching for their weapons. Lesser warriors would have collapsed from the impact, but the sentinels guarding the entrance were the best from the elite team, proficient in assault and defense, with years of real battle experience in precarious situations. The cloud of dust and debris stayed away from Murong Wuque, as if an invisible halo was protecting his purity. Even the desert creatures hiding beneath the sands scurried away, his aura acting as a natural repellent for creatures of darkness. “Halt! If you take one more step, you will be sorry.” The corner of Murong Wuque's lips curved up, the area around him turning colder than hail. “You're the ones who will be sorry you touched my person.” His voice was low, almost a whisper, yet each of t

  • something has gone terribly wrong

    Black Owl fortress. Two hours before Murong Wuque arrived. Inside the tech tower, on the fifteenth floor, there was a big room lined up with cameras, with computers connected to them. Seven men manned the monitoring room, alongside robots programmed to watch the feed and deliver warnings. At section 3, the man monitoring it was sitting half reclined in his chair, watching lazily. He would yawn, and look around, checking the cameras. Then he would sneakily smuggle peanuts from his pocket to his mouth. Food and phones were banned in the camera feed room, to avoid a situation whereby the watchmen would get distracted while watching the feed because they were distracted by one stupid thing or another. While everyone pretended to be busy, few actually paid attention. They were merely going through the motions. This was black owl fortress, who would actually dare to act up? “Zubby, you look sleepy.” One of the men sitting at the other edge of the wall shouted. The guy in section two

  • No escape route

    Alvin waved a handkerchief and sedating needles rained down on the vulture. It screeched like there was no tomorrow, and ran after Alvin. Alvin used a movement technique, appearing behind the mage. The vulture paused, and stretched its long neck like it was confused and searching for something. “Young man, how did you manage to get in here?” The vulture man asked casually, as if it hadn't just sent a monstrous beast after him. The vulture went through a special mutation to make it more skilled in combat, not counting how many cultivators the old man fed it daily. It had strong combat prowess but vultures weren't the smartest organisms. They still needed instructions before they could do anything. Alvin raised his handkerchief again. The vulture man sneered. “Young man, don't waste your energy. My pet is a spiritual beast. Trying to use those petty tricks…” The vulture flapped its wings and lunged towards Alvin, while the mage quickly got out of the way. “Squeeeek…” Al

  • fighting battalion one's combat Team

    The mage in the lead stared down at Alvin, his black eyes cold and deep like an abyss. He looked no older than eighteen but Alvin knew he was definitely way older than that. These blood sucking vampires had creative ways to make themselves look younger. “Young man, you dared to enter here, steal our stuff, and kill our people. You must be very brave.” “Or very stupid.” Another mage added. There were five mages floating above the soldiers. The one in the middle looked boyish, while the rest seemed to be in their thirties and forties. “Do you have nine lives? Or have you been looking for who to kill you?” Alvin kept silent, and popped a pill into his mouth. He knew taking pills in his current condition would make things worse for him and wreck him completely, but he was past caring at this point. There was no other option except to take the risk. It might kill him later, but at least, it would buy him enough time to push these hellhounds off. “Why are you angry I killed one

  • surrounded

    Alvin continued to type furiously at the keyboard, but his limbs were turning disobedient . They no longer did what he needed them to do, sluggish in a way that they never were. He felt blood on his face, and shifted his mask to wipe them off. He touched nothing. Blood was blinding his vision, but nothing stained his hand. What was happening? Even as he wondered, he didn't stop typing, his hand moving through using muscle memory. He had gotten so good at hacking that he could do it with his eyes closed. Not in this condition though. Internal bleeding. The answer resounded in Alvin's mind, cold, heavy and final. The blood wasn't dripping down his face and covering his eyes, the veins ruptured from the insides, sending blood to places they had no business being. He continued typing, blinking repeatedly to get rid of the blood clots. He tried to circulate energy to protect his head and eyes, but he saw signs of toxins in his meridians, causing him to stop. He would rather not ri

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