Amidst the rumbling crowd, the Arena itself seemed like a living entity in eager anticipation of the show. The fading sunlight struggled to illuminate the two central figures without the aid of the surrounding torches: Lucas, whose face bore a calm but sharp-eyed expression, and Tukak, a disciple of the Moon Lotus Sect who had earlier challenged Lucas, his face etched with a sardonic smile."Lucas, I've heard the rumors about you. A barren man who can't even impregnate his own wife!" Tukak jeered scornfully, his eyes glinting with mockery."Too bad, Lucas. Your wife is beautiful, but you're incapable of being intimate with her," Tukak scoffed again."Words are like the wind, Tukak. They pass without leaving a trace," Lucas replied calmly, unfazed."Or perhaps you're projecting your own shortcomings?" Lucas countered sharply, insinuating that it was Tukak who was barren.Tukak, with a cruel laugh, suddenly leaped forward, his hand glowing with a deadly aura, indicative of a lethal tech
That night, the sky was an inky black canvas above Grok, a devout disciple of the Moon Lotus sect. He was on patrol, searching for clues to unravel the mystery behind the increasing number of rotting corpses found recently. Grok's heavy, measured steps echoed his serious and cautious demeanor. Suddenly, a suspicious movement behind a grove of trees caught his attention.Grok, ever alert and vigilant, especially since the perpetrator behind the corpse incidents remained at large, abruptly changed his direction, heading towards the movement."Stop!" Grok commanded, his voice firm, his expression wary.In response to Grok's earlier admonition, a figure emerged from the shadows. This man had a peculiar appearance; his face was dotted with deep black spots, resembling ink stains, as if he had been skillfully camouflaging himself."Mr. Cultivator, do you have any business with me?" the man asked, his voice timid yet attempting to sound polite.Grok's brows furrowed, his steps momentarily pa
In the hazy twilight, the Demon Cultivator stood atop a secluded hilltop, his face pale and eyes deep-set. A cold wind blew through his flowing robes, carrying the scent of the recent battle. His body was wracked with exhaustion, pain permeating every muscle. "Damn it," he cursed under his breath. To an untrained observer, he might have appeared victorious in his earlier battle with Lucas. However, the condition of his body told a different story. "Damn it, what kind of move was that?" he cursed again, feeling each of Lucas' strikes reverberate through his body, causing his rudimentary cultivation to falter. This was why the First Demon was fleeing, but he refused to show his weakness, pretending to let Lucas survive. "Ughh," the man groaned, vomiting black blood, a sign his foundation had become completely unstable after the fight with Lucas. "I need to strengthen my foundation," he muttered. "I need more corpses," he said, contemplating his next move. The key to his cultivation
Deep within the heart of the dense forest, amongst ancient trees and whispering grasses, resided the unique Wolf Riders Clan, known for their remarkable practice of using wolves as mounts. Boge, the Chief of this clan, sat pensively by a secluded pond, his figure casting a somber shadow on the still water. This reflection mirrored the deep pain that had haunted him for the past year, a result of a mysterious illness ravaging both his body and soul.Beside him lay his faithful wolf, Gara, her thick fur shimmering in the moonlight and her sharp eyes vigilantly observing her master. Boge, feeling a profound bond with Gara, the sole confidant of his struggles, gazed into her eyes. He whispered softly about his desire to have offspring, a wish burdened by the weight of his illness which threatened not just his well-being but the future of his clan.In response, Gara could only offer a lick, a simple gesture yet filled with concern, as if she understood the depth of her master's turmoil.Th
The forest, with its whispering leaves and sunlight filtering through the canopy, stood as a silent witness to the escalating tension between Lucas and Serina, and an arrogant man from a wolf-riding clan. The crisp air and the earthy scent of damp soil hung heavily around them as the man suddenly emerged, his gaze burning with undisguised hatred.Though Lucas had done nothing to provoke such animosity, his mere presence in their clan's territory seemed reason enough for this unwarranted ambush. Appearing nonchalant, Lucas assessed the situation with a lazy gaze. Serina could see the hostility in the eyes of their encircling kin, and she knew any attempt at dialogue would be futile.In her desperation, Serina attempted to intervene, "He's my friend, there's no reason to—"Her plea was abruptly silenced as the man, with no hesitation, launched a ferocious attack on Lucas.Despite Serina's affiliation with the clan, it was evident that the attackers were driven by a sinister desire for v
Nemek stood tall in the center of the Tiger Riders clan hall, his gaze piercing through the crowd of his subordinates. The urgent news he had just received compelled him to convene an immediate meeting of his members."Someone else is after the Womb Grass," Nemek announced, his voice resonating through the hall and rendering everyone silent. The tension was palpable, with some even holding their breath.The gravity of the situation was clear: another party was bold enough to pursue the Womb Grass, an item Nemek had long coveted. This rivalry, Nemek knew, could only lead to a brutal conflict.The room was steeped in silence, all eyes fixed intently on Nemek, hanging on his every word. He walked slowly, his presence commanding and heavy with authority."You know my nature, don't you?" Nemek continued."I despise interruptions, especially when someone attempts to seize what I have long aspired to obtain." Nemek had meticulously planned to acquire the Womb Grass. But now, he learned that
Lucas was on a covert mission, having struck a deal with Boge, which included the daunting task of eliminating members of the Tiger Rider Clan. Perched on a slender branch, Lucas's exceptional skills in the Body Lightening Technique were evident, a testament to his agility and stealth. "Hufff, this is going to be exhausting," Lucas muttered to himself, acutely aware of the challenge ahead. However, his determination was fueled by the promise of acquiring the elusive Womb Grass, a reward contingent upon the mission's success.Inhaling deeply, Lucas savored the damp, earthy aromas of the forest, a stark contrast to the task at hand. With practiced ease, he activated the Body Lightening Technique, a skill he had honed over years due to its invaluable utility in stealth missions. This technique rendered Lucas virtually weightless and silent, enabling him to navigate undetected.Approaching the first guard with utmost caution, Lucas ensured he left no trace nor sound. "This is the first on
It was already early morning by the time Lucas reached the border. Now, he had once again entered the territory of the wolf-riding clan.His long shadow stretched across the ground, mirroring his every steady step. In his left hand, he tightly held Nemek's severed head, its dried blood marking the face of the former tiger-rider clan leader. In his right hand, he carried an old wooden box containing a unique plant, accompanied by a book titled "Blood Technique.""Hmm? Who's there?" Lucas sensed a presence and immediately, a familiar voice responded."Lucas, I can't believe you accomplished all of this in a single night," said the voice, clearly expressing admiration. It belonged to someone Lucas knew well.Emerging from behind the trees, Boge appeared, astride his wolf, Gara."I've eliminated Nemek," Lucas declared, lifting the severed head for emphasis. Boge's expression revealed his pleasure at this sight.After all, Nemek had been a thorn in Boge's side for the past year, rendering