Zhi Hao pondered Qianlong's words seriously. He realized that to reach a level of power equal to that of a God of Destruction, he had to train with discipline and focus. Although being inside the Ringworld provides tremendous time benefits, effort and dedication remain key.After a moment of meditation, Zhi Hao stood up and raised his sword, feeling the weight and balance of the weapon in his hands. "Okay, I'll start training with the sword," he said with determination. "I have to hone this skill before moving on to other abilities."Qianlong nodded, "Remember, every move must be calculated. Learn from every swing and every step. Don't rush. true expertise comes from deep understanding."Zhi Hao nodded and started practicing. He focused his energy, trying to merge with his sword. Every attack, every block, was done with full attention and awareness. He imagined every technique he learned, integrating them with his body movements.Time passed unnoticed while he was practicing. In two s
“What you say seems right, Nephew.” Xiao Ming said. He looked at Xiao Bai who was now sitting in front of him. His face, which was usually filled with a friendly smile, now looked serious, filled with frown lines that seemed to indicate the heavy burden he was carrying.“We have to make a new plan, Uncle.” Xiao Bai said. Her eyes, which usually sparkled cheerfully, now radiated strong determination. He had seen for himself the cruelty of Zhi Sao, the leader of the Xiao Clan who had usurped the Patriarch's throne in a cruel way.“You calm down. I've already contacted someone in the Xiao Clan. Come with me to meet him.” Xiao Ming said. He got up from his seat, his muscular body looked sturdy even though he was old.Xiao Bai wondered that in his mind, but he didn't say it. just following where Xiao Ming would take him. He believes in his Uncle, the only family he has left after the tragedy that took away his parents.They walked along the path that cut through the bamboo forest. The wind
Amidst the cold darkness of the night, Zhi RenXiao, with a dark turban covering his face, stepped nimbly towards the towering mountain peak. There, he met Xiao Ming, the figure he had been waiting for. The cold wind whispered, carrying a scent of mystery and threat."We meet again for the second time today," Xiao Ming said, his voice hoarse, full of enigma. "I rejected your cruel plan earlier. However, I have a new strategy. Would you be interested in hearing it, RenXiao?"Zhi RenXiao, who had always been known as a cunning and ambitious figure, sank into silence, letting the cold wind hit his face. "I'll give you a chance," he answered, his voice flat, "Tell me your plan."Xiao Ming, who was much older and full of experience, leaned in close and whispered as if the world wanted them to keep it a secret. “Well, this ploy will open a new curtain on our rivalry,” he whispered, his eyes sparkling with hidden plans.Zhi RenXiao, intrigued and stunned, finally nodded, “More enticing… I wi
The air rippled with anticipation as Zhi Hao stepped out of the Ring World, his heart pounding with renewed vigor. The familiar scent of the Zhi Clan residence filled his nose, a comforting scent that had been lost for a long time. He had spent years within the Ringworld, honing his skills, pushing his limits, and ultimately, discovering power far beyond anything he had ever imagined.Note: Time difference, Ring World 1 Year, big world 1 Day. as he walked through the familiar corridors of the Zhi Clan residence, a feeling of melancholy enveloped him. He remembered the laughter, the friendship, the warmth that once filled these halls. Now, it is a place of whispers and suspicion, a place where his presence is greeted with fear and distrust.He reached the entrance to his father's room, his hand hovering over the beautiful door. He could hear his father's heavy breathing, a sound that echoed the burden he himself carried. He had to be strong, had to be brave, to face the truth that awa
Zhi Lan, the second younger brother of Patriarch Zhi Sao who rules over the Weapons Hall, has now conspired with his older brother, Zhi Renxiao, in a determined attempt to overthrow Zhi Sao. Cunningly, he had planted doubts in the hearts of the Elders by revealing a shocking secret. "Did you know, it turns out that Zhi Hao is not Zhi Sao's biological son," whispered Zhi Lan in a deadly tone.Tension gripped the room. “Elder Lan, aren't you afraid that this is pure slander?” asked the Third Elder, Zhi Xing, his gaze piercing directly at Zhi Lan. “Why should I lie?” Zhi Lan said calmly. "I'm the only one who knows this secret, because when Zhi Sao married, that woman was already pregnant by another man!" Doubts abounded, but Third Elder remained unmoved. “I still find it hard to believe. however, if this is true, then Zhi Hao is not worthy of inheriting the Lightning Sword Technique, which is the pride of the Zhi Clan.”Meanwhile, the Fourth Elder is torn between loyalty and righteous
"Why do you want to take over? Isn't there Zhi Hao as the eldest son? After all, he already practiced the Clan's ancestral Lightning Sword Technique." Fifth Elder, an old man with a long white beard and sharp eyes, said as he stood up. He does not agree with Zhi Long's ambitions.Zhi Long smiled sarcastically, "Because he is not my brother." he said.Fifth Elder and the Elders in the room were confused. Because some of them don't know about this problem.Fifth Elder looked at the other elders who were silent. "It seems that I am the only one who doesn't know about this matter.""Now you know, Elder Ling. So I have the right to become the next Patriarch." Zhi Long answered confidently. He knew that Renxiao had spread information about him being the Patriarch's biological son, not an illicit son.Zhi Renxiao stood up, "Nephew, you are still young, it is not time to ascend the throne." he said. His face was filled with a sly smile, but his eyes remained sharp and calculating."Uncle, did
The cold wind hit Zhi Renxiao's face, caressing his jet black hair. He sits upright on the Patriarch's Chair, a throne carved with a dragon that symbolizes supreme power in Klam. Zhi. A sly smile graced his lips, his eyes sparkling with unstoppable ambition.“Renxiao, you have no right to sit there!” The loud voice of Zhi Sao, his older brother, echoed in the main hall. His figure emerged from behind the silk curtain, valiant without the slightest sign of weakness."You? How can you still stand?" asked Zhi Renxiao, his voice cold as ice. He was sure that the Black Snake Poison he put into Zhi Sao's mouth would directly cause fatal paralysis."You are surprised to see that I can still stand. This is because of my son Zhi Hao. When you left after poisoning me, he came and treated me and he's also told me everything about your ambition of playing the Trick today," answered Zhi Sao, his voice trembling with pent-up anger.Zhi Renxiao was only momentarily surprised. His sly smile returned.
"Not that easy!" Xiao Ming shouted as he jumped to the side, avoiding Zhi Hao's attack. He utilized his agility to counterattack, aiming for Zhi Hao's body.However, Zhi Hao was already prepared. He raised his sword to block the attack. A loud metallic clink was heard as the two weapons met each other."This is for the Zhi Clan!" shouted Zhi Hao excitedly, gathering all his strength and anger.Swoosh! "Lightning Sword Technique - Thunder Rain!"With that shout, Zhi Hao launched a terrifying attack. His sword light radiated, creating the illusion as if the sky was splitting apart. All eyes turned to him, hope and fear mixed within them.Xiao Ming realized the impending danger, but it was too late. Zhi Hao had locked onto his opponent's movements with an unexpected attack.Bang!The attack hit, and the sound of clanking metal echoed throughout the arena.Xiao Ming, his once bright red robe now stained with a ghastly crimson, lay limp against a sharp rock. his breath came in short gasps