Zhi Hao knew that if he stayed there, there would only be insults to him. Even though he was annoyed and furious, it wouldn't change anything. "If I act impulsively, it will only lead me to destruction. Who will help, father? The clan? That's absolutely impossible." in his heart he thought as he took a step away.
Zhi Hao clenched his jaw, trying to suppress the anger burning in his chest. With every word Xiao Bei sprinkled, it was like acid that eroded his heart and self-esteem. He knew very well that every minute he spent in that place would only increase his suffering. "You are nothing more than trash at our feet!" shouted Xiao Bei in a voice full of disdain. The voice blared in Zhi Hao's ears, piercing into his tired soul. Bang! One kick is fired. Xiao Bei's eyes sparkled with satisfaction as he watched Zhi Hao stagger from his kick. "Go away, before I make you even more humiliated!" Xiao Bei exclaimed, pushing Zhi Hao with his foot. Zhi Hao felt blood trickle down the corners of his lips, reminding him of the deeper pain of physical wounds. His heart was broken, but he knew he had to keep a cool head. "Fighting you now won't restore my dignityI must have superior strength in order to take revenge," Zhi Hao whispered to himself. "Look, it's Zhi Hao, the trash of the Zhi Clan!" shouted a young man from the crowd, followed by laughter from several other people. “It's possible that he was an adopted child, so he couldn't inherit the power of the Zhi Clan.” Someone said. "Poor, shameless adopted son!" continued another in a sarcastic tone. Every word thrown at him was like shards of glass that scratched his long-bleeding heart. Zhi Hao gripped his sword tightly, his eyes red but he was determined not to cry in front of them. His legs moved faster, leaving increasingly loud jeering sounds. Arriving outside the city, Zhi Hao found a large, shady tree that seemed to offer an escape from the cruel world. He sat, his back leaning against a sturdy tree trunk. Her shaking hands covered her face, trying to hide the invisible wounds. The gentle breeze brought silence, a contrast to the din of hatred he had just passed. Under the tree, Zhi Hao took a deep breath, trying to dispel the shadow of ridicule and recover a little strength. He knows, this is not the end of everything, but just a test of strength that he may not yet realize. Suddenly, a shadow appeared from high above, descending rapidly from the tree Zhi Hao was leaning against. Zhi Hao, injured by the physical and emotional torture of Xiao Bei's kicks and the crowd's insults, was shocked when he heard the sharp sound of wind passing by. Swoosh! The weapon aimed quickly at his neck, about to cut off a life he considered no longer valuable. However, in an instant, a sword beam struck from another direction, repelling the sudden attack powerfully. Trend! Swords clashed, sparks danced in the air. Zhi Hao quickly rolled away, avoiding the dangerous battle vortex. He was shocked to realize that someone wanted to end his life. "Run, Young Master!" Wang shouted in tension. The voice alerted Zhi Hao, who recognized the helpful figure from past visits to his father. Ignoring the pain wracking his body, Zhi Hao sped up his steps, stumbling for his life on Wang's advice. His instincts screamed, his life depended on every beat and step he took now. "Haha, you think you can stop me?" taunted the black-robed figure in a deep and sinister voice. He raised his hand and quickly drew his sword. Wang took a deep breath, preparing himself for what might be a long fight. "Step over my corpse if you really want to kill Young Master ZhiWho are you really?” he challenged, his voice remaining calm. A cold laugh came from behind the head covering. "Haha. You don't need to know who I am, but what is certain is that I will still kill him. If you really want to die first, I will grant it." With a swift and powerful movement, the figure launched himself at Wang, his sword flashing with a deadly glint. Wang, with honed reflexes, dodged and drew his own sword. The clash of swords was inevitable. Dang! Dang! Dang! fireworks burst here and there accompanied by explosions. Bang! Bang! Bomb! "Oh, it turned out to be you! I didn't expect it. Did you come on the orders of the second young master?" Wang asked in a suspicious tone, his eyes unblinking at Elder Mo. Elder Mo, with a face filled with wrinkles and eyes gleaming sharply, could no longer dodge. "That's right, I came on his orders. But, do you think I came without any preparation at all, Wang?" he answered in a hoarse voice but full of confidence. Elder Mo smiled sinisterly, "I have ordered two of my subordinates to chase him. He will definitely die!" he said confidently, as if he had already won this battle. Elder Wang, raising his eyebrows, did not appear daunted. "Why kill himAfter all, he's not the heir even though he's the first child!" he said in a teasing tone, trying to find a loophole in Elder Mo's defense. Without wasting any more time. “Lightning Sword Technique – Lightning strikes!” he shouted in a booming voice. Bright blue lightning formed on the tip of his sword, flashing quickly towards Wang, who was standing calmly across from him. Slash! Woosh! Wang, who didn't seem surprised, just raised an eyebrow and smiled sarcastically. "Oh, you mastered the Zhi Clan's Sword Technique, it's unexpected that an outsider could master it. Looks like the second young master no longer cares about his position in the Zhi Clan," he said in a mocking tone. with an almost imperceptible movement, he swung his sword, “Illusory Sword Technique – Dual Sword Shadows.” Two sword shadows similar to the original sword appeared beside him and shot out at the same time to attack Elder Mo. Swoosh! Bomb! The two powerful sword techniques collided in the center of the area, producing a powerful explosion. Dust and sparks shot out in all directions, and the sound of the explosion reverberated across the battlefield. Both of them were thrown a few steps back, but immediately stabilized themselves, ready for the next attack, their eyes locked in defiance, waiting to see who would make the next move in this fierce duel. * amidst the darkness that enveloped the Forest near Linggau City, Zhi Hao continued to run away from his hometown, the Zhi Clan. The haunted forest is the only refuge he can hope to hide, survive, and nurture his revenge. His despair and fear mixed together as he realized there was nowhere else to go. As if sensing an approaching threat, his steps quickened. In the distance, two figures jumped nimbly among the dense trees. “Look at him, running around aimlessly!” came the sound of mockery from one of the hunters, as their laughter broke the silence of the forest. "We have to finish it quickly and help Elder Mo. Don't let him fight alone against the cruel Elder Wang," another shouted as he drew his sword with a nimble movement. with a whoosh of wind, one of them jumped high, spinning elegantly in the air before landing in an alert position right above Zhi Hao. The world seemed as if it had stopped spinning for Zhi Hao, his breath was shortened, and fear reigned over every inch of his body as his life and fate depended on a piece of life that was now threatened by the enemy's arrogance.In an instant, Zhi Hao contorted his body, dodging the incoming attack. When the opponent's sword slashed towards his head, he nimbly rolled to the side, saving himself from the deadly attack. With a gasp, he quickly got up and ran through the dense forest. However, in his escape, his foot tripped over a wooden root sticking out of the ground, as if a trap rope had been waiting for him. Zhi Hao fell heavily, hearing mocking laughter from his opponent who witnessed the incident. "Hahaha, you're funny too, catching crickets, aren't you?" taunted his opponent in a mocking tone. Annoyance burned in Zhi Hao's chest. In a voice choked with anger, he replied, "What crickets, you damn thing!" he cursed loudly. His heart was in turmoil, shame and anger mixed into one. In the midst of the chaos, another figure suddenly appeared beside him. That person was carrying a gleaming sword, ready to attack. With quick reflexes, Zhi Hao drew his sword from his waist, his sharp eyes glaring at the unex
"Wi Rang, enough!" shouted the figure who came down from the tree branch, while stroking the big head of the black tiger which was snoring softly. His eyes then fell on Zhi Hao, with a sharp and mysterious gaze, he asked, “Son of Man, how did you end up here?”With wide eyes, Zhi Hao returned the gaze. "Is this place not part of the Human world?" he said, his trembling voice betraying his fear and confusion. In his mind, he recalled a legend he had read in the Clan Library—about a hidden world, barely bordering on the real world. A legend he never thought would come true."Ah, you are in the Soft Realm," Wi Dung sighed, as if it was hard to explain. "This place is a circle of Magical Creatures, not for humans like you.""But, old man, I see no difference between us!" Zhi Hao protested in a firm tone."Indeed, physically we may be similar," Wi Dung nodded slowly, the evening sun reflecting off his twinkling eyes with meaning. "But what separates us is the line of nature; we are confin
"Elder, please forgive me for my audacity to ask. What is the meaning of 'semblance' you mentioned? I have never felt any hidden power within me either," said Zhi Hao in confusion."Follow me!" Elder Wi Dar's voice sounded mysterious. He then approached a Mirror and, with a dazzling step, penetrated it as if it were soft. Zhi Hao froze, his eyes wide in disbelief. "Come on in, don't hesitate." Uncertainty was clearly visible on Zhi Hao's face. Although confused as to how the Mirror could possibly be penetrated, he did not ask any further questions, determined to find the answer. "Maybe behind all this is hidden the secret of my strength. I have to get up, I can no longer feel like I'm useless," he thought with burning determination.With a new boost of courage, Zhi Hao took steady steps towards the Mirror. Quick as lightning, his world changed—he was now on an Island floating in the boundless sky."This place is the Tomb of the God of Destruction. "He left important notes and I am hi
Every time dawn breaks, Zhi Hao stands tall at the top of Mount Qianlong, where the air is still clear of the noise of the world. His right leg was tied tightly to a pine tree branch that grew on the edge of the cliff, while his body floated in the air, depending only on the strength of the rope and his body's balance. His eyes were closed, his breathing evenly following the natural rhythm of his surroundings. The mountain wind blew gently, challenging the stability of his body which was already at its limit.In the afternoon, after performing a series of physical exercises that had been prescribed by the Heaven Crushing Scripture, Zhi Hao returned to the same peak. This time, sweat dripped down his tense face, showing how hard his training had been. His left leg was now tied, and he was hanging upside down, facing the sky which was starting to turn orange as the sun set. Every movement is a struggle, every breath is an effort to maintain focus and balance.Zhi Hao bit his lip when th
Wi Dar, with his tactics and courage, led the Wi Clan Troops in the middle of a tense battlefield. He gripped his sword tightly, fighting against the sudden wave of attacks from the Fu Clan. in the fierce battle, many of his brothers in arms died, and a deep sadness struck his heart when he saw Wi Village destroyed to pieces.On the other hand, Wi Dung, who was previously evacuating children and the elderly, now returned with burning eyes, ready to face the enemy. His strong figure entered the fighting arena, but his heart was immediately hit by a wound when he saw Wi Dar bleeding from Fu Yao's sword. gasping for breath, he shouted, "Elder!"At that moment, a shock occurred that cut his breath. A silhouette fell before Wi Dung's eyes. With sharp eyes, he examined and immediately recognized the figure who had long disappeared from his memory. "Isn't that Zhi Hao, the Human Child that I helped?" he whispered almost in disbelief. The aura emanating from Zhi Hao was no longer weak, but a
The faces of the Fu Clan followers who had just returned looked pale and exhausted, as if they were carrying unstoppable bad news."Why did you come home with Lesu?" The Fu Clan Leader looked at the people who returned. "Where is Fu Yao?""Master Yao was killed." one of them, breathlessly, reported the incident that left everyone speechless in fear and confusion."What?" Fu Tao stood up in shock. "How could it be, he is a master tactician, defeating Wi Dar is not a problem for himMoreover, his cultivation is quite high too.""Sir, we have fought as hard as we can. The fight against Elder Wi Dar was tough, but we were able to overcome it. We are almost in complete control," said one of the followers in a trembling voice.However, just as their confidence reached its peak, the situation suddenly changed drastically. "But, when we thought we were close to winning, a mysterious person came. He appeared unexpectedly, with extraordinary speed and strength falling from the sky."Fu Tao, the
Zhi Hao immersed himself in deep meditation, his determination firm to venture into the Ring World. With his eyes closed and breathing evenly, he thought, "This is really real!" Curiosity aroused, but he was still not sure whether it was only his spirit that felt this or whether his entire physical body was also involved.In a meditative state, Zhi Hao came to the armory hidden in the Qianlong Residence. with hands shaking with anticipation, he opened the dusty old chest and selected a bow. "If I had to fight them alone," he muttered under his breath, "I would have to pick a head target from a distance with this arrow."With a deep breath, Zhi Hao imagined himself moving. When he opened his eyes, reality exceeded expectations—he was actually in the room where he was staying temporarily. However, the bigger surprise was, the bow he previously held was still in his grasp, as if refusing to be abandoned.Qianlong Bracelet, seeming to sense Zhi Hao's astonishment, said in a mysterious ton
The night enveloped Wi Village in darkness, like a woven cloth decorated with the whisper of the wind and the rhythmic chirping of crickets.Several villagers patrolled, their footsteps muffled by the dew-wet ground, moving silently in the darkness.Among them is Wi Pek, an old man with ears sharper than an eagle. His sense of hearing picked up a sound - a low, deep and resonant hum, coming from the shadows beyond the rice fields.Wi Pek's eyes, although clouded by the fog of age, radiated a spark of alertness. he recognized the voice instantly. It was Wi Rang, the black tiger, Wi Dung's pet.Wi Rang, despite his wild blood, was raised in Wi Village since he was a tiger cub. He bears the surname Wi, proof of his acceptance in society, even though his lineage is different.The patrol stopped, their breaths caught in their chests.Wi Rang emerged from the darkness, a majestic silhouette under the moonlit sky. It was a creature of great power, its black fur gleaming like polished obsidi