Dazzling light radiated from the ground, turning into pillars of energy that shot upwards at incredible speed. Giling, with his quick reflexes, immediately jumped forward, his eyes burning with determination. While running, he concentrated strength in his hands, ready to hit the pillars that were forming the energy prison network. Every punch he threw produced a thunderous booming sound, but the pillars continued to appear one after another. Sweat began to trickle down Giling's forehead, but his determination did not wane. He continued to attack, spinning and hitting with all the strength he had. With the help of his other friends, Elder Giling continued to recklessly hit the pillars of light which felt stronger with each blow. "This is tougher than the Arai Formation we destroyed last time. This must be their trap!" Du Hai exclaimed, his spirits peaking even though frustration was surging through his heart. Failure after failure only adds to the tension. "We are really cornered
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
After three months of intensive training behind the curtain of secrecy, Xiao Dai has now carved out a path to becoming a Seven Star Emperor Cultivator with all the mysterious herbs he learned. His strength had now increased tremendously. Meanwhile, Wen Hao, in his solitude in the Long Chu World Ring, had reached the Eight Star Emperor Cultivator level, an almost mythical level. The two of them were now standing, observing the students who were still stuck on the rudimentary techniques and powers under Long's guidance. Long, with a one meter long wooden stick, stood proudly looking at his students. He instructed in an authoritative voice, a secret hidden behind his figure known as the Red Dragon, had not yet been revealed to them. “Stretch out your arms, slash forward while stepping out with your right foot!” His command echoed. Cries of "Hiat!" the simultaneous explosion of dozens of sounds, creating thunderous harmonies in the practice area. Only fifty people were lucky to ha
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
The day of Qing Huan's inauguration as the New Emperor has come, ushering in a new dawn for the Empire. Citizens from all over flocked to the capital, lively and noisy like an unstoppable sea of people. Even though only the ten leading sects would compete in the friendly competition that was the hallmark of the Throne Ceremony, people poured in from various backgrounds, not limited to warriors alone. The presence of traders adds to the crowd, they take advantage of this momentum to gain big profits. Rows and rows of festive stalls line up, offering everything from ordinary drinks to exotic energy potions and weapons created with extraordinary craftsmanship as well as various rare herbs. The atmosphere was as lively as a night market behind the sparkling festival lights. The pillars of the buildings and the halls of the palace were festively decorated, every corner sparkling signaling the beginning of a new era. The Tianyi Pavilion trade group became the venue for the impromptu
"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
Tension rose among the five shadows surrounding Long Chu's hiding area. "Come out now, or your life will be lost before the moon rises," shouted one of them in a voice that echoed through the silence of the night. In desperation, Long Chu quickly picked up a cat that was busy chasing mice, and threw it at them. "Ah, it turns out it's just a cat!" complained someone from the group, breathing a sigh of relief for a moment, calming the tension that had frozen. However, the calm only lasted for a moment. "Let's refocus on the plan!" their leader said, trying to divert attention back to the more crucial mission. Suddenly, a mysterious figure appeared suddenly in their midst, causing a shock. "What are you guys doing here?" asked the figure in a suspicious tone. Taken aback, the chairman stuttered, "Isn't it clear that we are preparing a plan to infiltrate Tianyi Pavilion?"However, realizing the mistake he had made, he quickly turned around, trying to ascertain the identity of the mys
Long Chu moved swiftly across the rooftops of people's houses, along the narrow streets shrouded in the dark shadows of the night.He seemed to be dancing on the roof, his movements were fast and measured, taking advantage of his speed to escape from the pursuit of Gu Mei and Win Xia. Each jump made an almost inaudible sound, as if he were just a moving shadow. Behind him, Gu Mei and Win Xia with tireless persistence tried to catch up with the black hooded figure. The two of them gave each other signals and divided the tasks, one taking the right path and the other the left, trying to seal off any possible escape routes for Long Chu. However, the shrewd Long Chu chose a residence that looked deserted and climbed onto its roof. Carefully, he jumped into the courtyard, then slid into the darkest corner of the residence. Quickly, he suppressed his presence, trying his best to eliminate any trace of energy that Gu Mei and Win Xia could catch. In that dark corner, Long Chu closed his