The wind howled across the ancient plains of the secret realm, sweeping through the fractured stones and whispering between the jagged cliffs. A tense silence hung in the air, disturbed only by the faint hum of spiritual energy rippling through the atmosphere.
Shaurya stepped forward.
Golden threads of aura unfurled from his body with each deliberate stride, shimring in the air like living embers. His hands remained calmly tucked in his pockets, yet the weight of his presence pressed upon every soul around him. The Elders followed close behind, their robes fluttering as they matched his pace. Disciples of the Sanatan Fla Sect instinctively stepped aside, creating a path for their Sect Master, their eyes filled with awe and reverence.
From the side, Elder Lin Shu glanced toward him with a faint, knowing smile.
"You are looking excited," she said, her tone both curious and teasing. "Did sothing... happen?"
Shaurya’s lips curved into a laugh, low and confident. "You’re right. Sothing very interesting is going to happen."
He ca to a stop, golden light rippling faintly across the ground beneath his feet. A wide smile stretched across his face as he declared,
"We are going to et our friends and enemies at the sa ti."
Lin Shu tilted her head, raising an eyebrow. "Huh? Friends? Enemies? What do you an?"
Before Shaurya could answer, Elder Wan stepped forward, his expression thoughtful as his sharp eyes glead.
"Hmmm... Let guess," he said. "Our only friends in this secret realm are the Howling Abyss Sect. And as for our enemies... Jade Phoenix Sect?"
Shaurya clapped once, amused.
"Congratulations. Your guess is absolutely right."
Elder Wan smiled, his chest swelling with pride. Elder Liya patted his shoulder in approval. "Sharp-minded," she said warmly.
Shaurya stretched his neck and shoulders, his golden aura flickering briefly around him. "Disciples, are you all ready?" he called, his gaze sweeping over his people.
Behind him, the disciples straightened. Confidence shone in their eyes. So stretched their arms, others cracked their knuckles, all smiling in anticipation.
Shaurya closed his eyes for a mont, lowering his head. A calm smile tugged at his lips—like the stillness before a storm.
Monts later, the distant sound of footsteps echoed. The Howling Abyss Sect arrived, led by Zia Bailey. Dust swirled around their feet as they stepped into the clearing, the faint aura of battle still clinging to them. Yan Chen walked beside Zia, his expression brightening when he spotted the Sanatan Fla Sect. His eyes glead with excitent.
Shaurya opened his eyes and smiled faintly as he stepped forward to greet them.
The Howling Abyss Sect stopped before him. One after another, they bowed deeply.
But as Shaurya’s eyes swept over them, his expression shifted to confusion. Their numbers were fewer than before—far fewer. And there was no sign of Zia Han.
He studied them carefully.
Tilting his head, Shaurya asked, "Hey, Zia Bailey, where is your grandfather? Leader Han? And why are you so few in number? Have you created two groups or sothing?"
Zia Bailey’s head lowered. His fists clenched tightly. His eyes were hollow, distant. Around him, the other disciples of the Howling Abyss Sect averted their gazes, their faces shadowed with grief. Even Elder Xia placed a hand on Zia Bailey’s shoulder, his expression mournful.
Confusion rippled through the Sanatan Fla Sect ranks. Elders exchanged puzzled glances. Disciples whispered among themselves.
Then Shaurya’s face darkened. He read the silence in their body language.
His hands trembled slightly as realization struck. A heavy stillness fell over the field.
With a cold, sharp tone, he asked, "Who did this? What happened... to your grandfather?"
Zia Bailey slowly lifted his face. His trembling gaze t Shaurya’s.
A suffocating wave of killing intent burst from Shaurya’s body, and even the Sanatan Fla Sect disciples flinched at its intensity. The air itself seed to freeze.
Shaurya repeated, voice colder than steel, "Who killed your grandfather?"
Tears welled in Zia Bailey’s eyes. They fell silently down his cheeks as his lips quivered. In a broken voice, he said,
"The Sect Leader of Jade Phoenix Sect... Liu Xiang... killed my grandfather."
A murmur of disbelief rippled through the Sanatan Fla Sect. Disciples gasped; Elders lowered their heads in grim silence.
Shaurya, however, said nothing. His expression turned blank—emotionless—but his eyes glowed faintly, like molten gold beneath storm clouds.
Elder Lin Shu stepped forward, concern flashing in her eyes. Before she could speak, a mocking laugh echoed through the air.
From the distance, the Jade Phoenix Sect arrived. Their leader, Liu Xiang, strode forward proudly, fully recovered from his last battle with Zia Han. Ten elders followed behind him, along with eighty disciples. Their weapons glead; their laughter was cruel.
Liu Xiang smirked at the sight of the grieving Howling Abyss Sect. "Oh? You’re all still alive?" he sneered. "Even after the death of your pathetic Sect Master? Hahahaha!"
The Howling Abyss disciples clenched their fists, teeth grinding, eyes burning with fury.
Liu Xiang’s gaze shifted—locking on Shaurya.
Shaurya stood still, his head bowed slightly, his expression unreadable.
Liu Xiang chuckled darkly. "Oh, seems like you’ve already heard the news. I killed your friend! Hahahaha! He was weak. If you want to cry, go ahead—I’d love to see it!"
The mont those words left his mouth, Shaurya raised his gaze.
His pupils had turned molten gold.
A pulse of divine light flickered around him—followed by a shockwave so violent it shattered the sound barrier. The air exploded.
In a blink, Liu Xiang’s laughter was cut short as a golden blur struck his abdon.
He flew backward like a cannonball, crashing into the earth with a deafening boom. Dust erupted, and silence fell.
Everyone froze.
The disciples of the Jade Phoenix Sect stared in disbelief, their grins wiped away. They hadn’t even seen what happened.
Golden energy rippled around Shaurya. A radiant Sudarshan Chakra mark glowed on his forehead—his Divine Form had awakened. His entire body was bathed in golden light.
He stepped forward, each stride heavier than thunder. The air thickened, his fury saturating the world.
In a voice that trembled the ground, Shaurya said,
"I will handle Liu Xiang. Disciples, Elders—make sure no one from them leaves alive."
His words ignited a fire in every Sanatan Fla Sect heart.
Wang Tian and Luo Chen stepped forward, grinning fiercely. Wang Tian unsheathed his sword, its blade shining crimson. "Master," he said, "you can count on us."
Luo Chen cracked his fists, fire dancing along his knuckles.
The five Elders—Wan, Liya, Hua, Lin Shu, and Feng Yu—stepped into formation. Lin Shu raised her sword high into the air, her voice ringing clear:
"Sanatan Fla Sect..."
She brought her blade down with a shout that shook the battlefield—
"Attack!"
A roar answered her.
A hundred disciples surged forward like a fiery tidal wave. The ground trembled beneath their charge.
The Jade Phoenix Sect’s elders scread in reply. One wielding a massive axe bellowed, "Kill them all!"
Eighty disciples rushed to et the storm. Steel clashed. The sky itself seed to burn.
Yan Chen and the Howling Abyss Sect stepped back, watching from the edge. His eyes glowed with fierce excitent as the two mighty sects collided.
Five Sanatan Fla Sect Elders engaged the opposing five from the Jade Phoenix Sect.
anwhile, Wang Tian and Luo Chen, Xiao Rui and Lee Bie, Lu Fang and Jun Hua, Muo Qian and Su Quan, Sheng Lu and Cheng Fang ford deadly pairs—each striking against the remaining elders in perfect synchronization.
Within monts, blood filled the air like crimson mist. The battle beca one-sided.
The Sanatan Fla Sect dominated utterly.
On the other side, Shaurya continued walking toward Liu Xiang.
Golden aura flared around him, distorting the air. Liu Xiang coughed blood, staggering as he tried to raise his head.
"You... you bastard," he hissed. "You dare to humiliate every ti. But not this ti. I’ll kill you! Then destroy your sect—and everyone linked to it!"
Crimson aura exploded from him like a storm.
But Shaurya’s teeth clenched, his voice breaking into a roar.
"Liu Xiang... you killed the only Sect Leader friend I had. Now I’m mad. Very, very mad."
His golden aura erupted like a volcano, shaking the ground. Cracks spiderwebbed across the battlefield.
He scread—
"Face my rage!"
He took another breath, his voice thunderous—
"My fury!"
The explosion of divine energy was blinding. The earth itself cratered beneath him.
Liu Xiang’s eyes widened. "What the hell?! Your power level—how did you advance so fas—"
Before he could finish, Shaurya appeared before him, faster than light.
He grabbed Liu Xiang’s face and slamd it into the ground. The earth shattered.
Then, seizing him by the neck, Shaurya hurled him into the air. Liu Xiang twisted midair, landing harshly and sliding backward, gasping.
Before he could recover, Shaurya vanished again—appearing behind him.
A powerful kick struck the back of Liu Xiang’s knee, forcing him down. Shaurya grabbed his hair and smashed his face into the dirt.
Leaning close, Shaurya’s cold voice cut through the air.
"This is only the beginning, Liu Xiang. You did sothing you shouldn’t have done."
He flung him skyward, spinning—and then delivered a devastating spinning kick.
The impact echoed like thunder. Liu Xiang crashed to the ground, flipping and scraping across the cracked stone. Blood stread from his mouth. He struggled to rise, but his vision blurred.
Shaurya lifted his foot and stepped down.
The earth broke beneath him as an invisible pressure crushed Liu Xiang flat. His bones groaned. He gasped for air.
Shaurya advanced, each step increasing the gravitational force until it reached forty tis normal. Blood poured from Liu Xiang’s mouth as his body sank deeper into the ground.
"You can’t even handle forty tis gravity pressure," Shaurya said, his tone icy. "And you dare to think yourself strong? Tch... pathetic."
He lifted his foot, releasing the pressure. Liu Xiang coughed violently, his lungs screaming. Sohow, he raised his head, trembling, and tried to stand.
Shaurya raised his index finger.
Golden energy gathered at the tip, swirling with lethal focus.
In a cold voice, he whispered, "Spiritual Shoot."
The blast pierced the air—
Liu Xiang scread as his ear exploded in a spray of blood. He stumbled, clutching the side of his face.
Still, Shaurya’s expression didn’t waver. Cold. Absolute.
Liu Xiang roared and lunged forward, throwing a desperate punch—
Shaurya sidestepped and delivered a brutal roundhouse kick. The sound cracked through the battlefield. Liu Xiang dropped like a stone.
Shaurya stepped back slightly, creating distance. "Today is your end, Liu Xiang," he said.
Liu Xiang staggered upright, head bowed, blood dripping from his chin. Then—a faint smile curved his lips.
A sinister green aura flickered around his right hand.
He chuckled, low and broken. "I admit... I can’t defeat you in a direct fight. But that doesn’t an you can kill ."
His eyes snapped open, glowing crimson.
Shaurya’s expression remained unchanging—cold, focused.
The real battle between them... was only just beginning.
anwhile, across the battlefield, the screams had died down. The ground was soaked crimson.
All the Jade Phoenix Sect disciples lay dead. The air reeked of iron and ash. Only three of their elders remained, each locked in desperate combat—
Wang Tian and Luo Chen against one,
Muo Qian and Su Quan against another,
Lu Fang and Jun Hua against the last.
The Sanatan Fla Sect had utterly dominated.
And now, all eyes turned once more to the center of the battlefield—
Where Shaurya and Liu Xiang stood facing each other.
One, blazing like a golden sun.
The other, bleeding, humiliated, but laughing—because in his hand, a secret weapon pulsed with a deadly light.
Would it be enough?
To be continued...
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