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Crimson rain is the norm, the tang of iron a constant companion. In the Martial Spirit World, survival is a brutal song, sung by the strong over the broken bodies of the weak.

This island-born boy, Bai Yu, harbors a dream that strains against the shackles of his small world. His path? Not the fisherman's life his fate seems to prescribe, but a climb so steep, so treacherous, it leads straight to the thrones of the gods. Will his ascent be paved with the blood of his enemies, or can he forge a different path in this unforgiving realm?

descend of the Chaos God

"Trash," Bai Yu spat, his voice laced with venomous contempt. Before the words even left his lips, he unleashed his technique – the Thunderclap Draw. His sword erupted from its sheath in a blur of motion, a blinding flash followed by a thunderous crack. In a single, breathtaking display of speed and precision, the leader's head separated from his body, the Late Xiantian Realm expert falling like a discarded marionette.

Terror choked the remaining two invaders. Their bodies trembled as they witnessed their leader's demise in an instant. With a flicker, Bai Yu vanished from their sight, reappearing behind them like a phantom thanks to his Azure Cloud Steps.

Two cold slashes, swift and merciless, found their marks. The remaining Xiantian experts crumpled, their lifeless bodies plummeting towards the ground.A stunned silence descended upon the gathered crowd.

An elder from the Bai Clan, his voice heavy with awe, broke the spell. "Patriarch," he breathed, "your strength is…unfathomable!"

"Display the bodies of these trespassers on the capital city's wall," Bai Yu commanded, his voice echoing with icy authority. "Let this serve as a grim reminder of the consequences those who dare threaten our home will face."Turning towards his people, he boomed, "Now, let us continue! We rebuild the Bai Clan, stronger and more resilient than ever before!"

A month flew by in a blur of activity. The attempted invasion served as a stark reminder of the dangers that lurked beyond their borders. However, no further threats materialized – Stormwind Island, it seemed, had learned a harsh lesson.Seated within his chambers, diligently cultivating, Bai Yu couldn't shake off a chilling memory.

"They have two, at most," he muttered, the thought of the remaining Stormwind Xiantian experts a bitter pill to swallow. But the true source of his fury resided elsewhere.His voice hardened with repressed rage. "Li Feng," he hissed, the name a venomous curse on his lips. "I haven't forgotten your treachery. You cast me out of the Azure Sword Sect, and for that, you will pay dearly."

Seeds of Vengeance