War

The fourth bolt tore through the sky like a heavenly blade brighter, thicker, more destructive than the previous ones. Its descent brought silence, as if the world itself held its breath.

Watching from a distance, both the Sect Master Feng and the white robed woman, standing far from the epicenter, were tense.

The white robed woman’s brows furrowed deeply. Her calm demeanor fractured as her lips moved, "This one… will kill him," the woman muttered, her gaze hardening.

The other side Sect Master Feng clenched his fists, his knuckles pale. "No… not yet."

Xiu Luo floated in the sky, swaying, broken. Blood ran freely down his torn robes, painting streaks across his limbs. The weight of the trial, the exhaustion of the breakthroughs, and the burden of refining the blood had already pushed him past the edge.

His body trembled. But still he held his belief. The bolt descended. Purple lightning fell down with a soundless fury.

At that very moment—

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