Each time their energies clashed, the air roared “boom!”
Although Shen Yiren had witnessed more than one clash between Divine Realm adepts, every single time, something would come up that’d force her to miss the full match. That … Read more
“Shitou, get away from here.”
Shitou blankly backed off a tad.
Jiang Chen took a deep breath, took apart Punished and drew out a thin purple sword from within. The forger seemed to intentionally leave the criss-cross patterns on … Read more
Tianhu sat down on a stone step at the front of the tavern, formed a fist with the hand he held his fan in and rested his cheek on it. “Your reaction tells me you didn’t expect me.”
Tianhu’s … Read more
“Here he comes.”
Shen Yiren’s sword qi scattered as it met Jiang Chen’s wall of sword qi, resembling silver sparks flying about. The billowing gale brushed her hair backwards, but she remained unshakable mentally and physically. … Read more
Jiang Chen emerged from the dust and rubble with a sword the same colour as the micro particles in one hand and his other hand behind his back. With a smile, he softly called, “Shitou.” Whilst waiting for Shitou … Read more
Jiang Chen pulled his brows together as though there was something confusing him before releasing them as if he remembered he was with a guest. “This one respects your courage. You purposely came here to find out … Read more
“This one must admit he took you too lightly. Had it not been for your tactic, this one would not have taken the risk to show himself.”
Jiang Chen’s deepest secret wasn’t something only he knew. … Read more
The scholar took his time finding a seat. He performed every motion incredibly slowly, but there was no pause at any point. He didn’t utter a word or do anything that stood out, but the imposing aura … Read more
The assassins struggled against the Shen Yiren imposter, let alone fighting the imposter and the even more powerful real Shen Yiren simultaneously. They didn’t even see how she put them away. In their profession, rarely were they shown … Read more
Summer dazzles.
Armenian plums shine.
Golden clouds drift.
Winds gently brush.
Quarter past noon, a maiden comes by,
You are all familiar with her name – Shen Yiren.
With a hand on her sword hilt, her … Read more