"It seems like you guys still doubt the magic of these two pills," Long Chu said defiantly with a sinister smile. "This pill can be a panacea or a deadly poison. The decision is yours. Take it and swallow it, don't be afraid of the consequences. But remember, if you refuse, you will still have perfect health." His voice was seductive yet intimidating. The previously accused person without hesitation grabbed and swallowed the pill. Meanwhile, the accuser was still stunned, the pills in his hand seemed to be burning. "Why are you hesitating? Are you afraid?" Long Chu approached, his eyes burning to highlight the fear that might be lodged in the accuser's mind. "Need help swallowing?" This time his voice changed tone, sharp and cold, as if he was ready to swallow the person whole if he refused. The tension rises as Long Chu waits for the accuser's final decision. “B-but,” stammered that person, his voice weakened in the face of Long Chu who was full of anger and firmness. Unable to

The sky turned red and the dust gathered sky-high, framing the drama of the inevitable destruction of the Arai Formation. Smoke and fire devoured every inch of the surrounding buildings, creating an eerie, apocalyptic atmosphere. The Dusk Dawn sect members, looking panicked, were running here and there, confusion and fear clearly radiating from their movements. Meanwhile, in the distance, Long Also was hidden in the shadows, his eyes emitting light. Amidst the chaos, Elder Giling's booming voice boomed, “All of you, listen to me! Surrender or die!” His hands were raised, his tone firm, exuding an authority that forced obedience. Wen Hao's footsteps stopped, as he kept a safe distance. In front of him, a faint line stretched across the ground, a symbol of a boundary that must not be crossed – A secret formation that could determine fate. His sharp eyes scanned the surroundings, preparing himself for every possibility that might arise. The Patriarch of the Dawn Dusk Sect stood tal

The Old Patriarch tiptoed backwards, staggering while his hands trembled trying to maintain his balance. His face was pale, cold sweat dripped down his forehead which had been wrinkled by time. Deep fear was clearly visible in his glazed eyes. "I apologize for disturbing the Dusk Dawn sect," he said in a hoarse voice, trying hard to sound convincing. Long, the pursuer, walked closer with calm yet menacing steps. His eyes burned with hatred and his right hand held a sword that gleamed sharply under the moonlight. "What reason do I have not to kill someone like you? You are also old and smelly. It's time to return to the earth," he said coldly. In the midst of despair, the Old Patriarch gathered his remaining courage, "Because I have a Big Brother who is a Pillar in the Earth and Sky Alliance." His voice was a little shaky, but there was a hint of hope tucked in between his words. "I don't understand about the Earth and Heaven Alliance. But one thing I'm sure of, tonight your life

Long Chu got up slowly, his body shaking after being struck by the unexpected lightning. His eyes narrowed, trying to comprehend the situation around him that had suddenly turned chaotic. From the calm World Ring, he was now in the midst of the raging chaos of nature. Her skin, which was previously smooth, was now slightly blackened, traces of the deadly kiss of lightning that fell without warning. His hair, which was usually well maintained, now stood stiffly like a compass needle hit by a magnet. He rubbed his forehead, trying to relieve the throbbing pain that was emerging. "What's wrong today, why can Lightning shoot me?" Long Chu muttered, his voice hoarse. He raised his face, looked at the cloudy sky, looking for answers to the strange phenomenon he had just experienced. Lightning boomed again, this time closer, dazzling the eyes that were trying to focus. Without having time to think further, Long Chu's body moved reflexively, his position ready for the next attack. From the

"I came to you directly just to find out how strong the opposing party would be in front of my people." Long Chu said. Qing Huan had already guessed and he also prepared Options, but because Long Chu had said the options first, he handed over a Scroll. "Here are the details of the people who will compete and who your opponents will be, don't push yourself too hard. Because this is just a friendly match!" Qing Huan replied. Long Chu received the scroll from Qing Huan's hands with measured movements. He opened the scroll slowly, his eyes sweeping over every name and note on it. His usually calm face was now slightly wrinkled, showing signs of worry that he was trying to hide. “You've done a good job, brother Huan,” said Long Chu, his voice remaining crisp and heavy. He stared at Qing Huan, trying to read more than what her always controlled facial expression was showing. Qing Huan just nodded, her eyes never actually meeting Long Chu. "Just doing what you should. Brother Chu, I ho