Bai Xinyue gritted her teeth, fists clenched. She wanted to yell at him. Hit him. Kick his smug face in. […]

A thunderous shockwave erupted as Chu Ziyan’s sword clashed against Li Xuan’s spear, sparks flying across the battlefield. Her blade

The Earth quaked. The skies rumbled. And the air—once thick with tension—now crackled with war. From every direction, spiritual lights

A breeze stirred, carrying the metallic scent of blood through the air. The Dao Bone in Bai Zihan’s hand shimmered

Gasps turned into horrified silence. Not the stunned awe of a dramatic reveal—but the raw, gut-punch kind of silence that

He let the roars wash over him like waves crashing against an unyielding cliff. Then he spoke again— With that

Bai Tianheng’s declaration still echoed through the sky. The words slammed down like a war drum, drawing gasps and murmurs

Outside the Bai Clan estate, the two warships hovered like looming giants—casting long shadows over the land. Crimson flames and

The Bai Clan estate had barely begun to tighten its defenses in response to the assassination attempt… when another storm

Word spread fast. As expected, no one could hide an explosion like that—not when it lit up half the Bai