Heavenly Flame Dynasty

In a city within the eastern region, General Wei sat at his desk, writing a letter with a serious expression. The atmosphere around him was tense and silent. Suddenly, a soldier entered the room, knelt down, and reported with a grave tone.

"General, the entire Lin family has been wiped out, and our people cannot infiltrate the central region at all."

General Wei looked up slightly, his eyes dark and cold. "Deliver this letter to the Sword Dynasty."

"Understood, sir," the soldier responded before standing up and quickly departing.

Shortly after, a young man entered the room, his face full of worry. He looked at General Wei and asked, "Father... are we really going to betray the Heavenly Flame Dynasty?"

General Wei nodded, his face devoid of emotion. "Right now, from my perspective, the Heavenly Flame Dynasty... no, Li Huang no longer needs us. And whether we surrender or not, we will end up dead anyway—or worse than death."

The young man's expression hardened as he replied, "Father, do you really value that puppet emperor so much? In my opinion, he's likely just being manipulated by other forces again."

General Wei sighed softly before responding, "You don't understand, do you? In the end, no matter who is behind him, Li Huang's army is real. And while the Lin family wasn't overwhelmingly strong, they weren't weak either. If we don't act, it's only a matter of time before we end up like the Lin family."

In the northern region, a woman clad in pristine white armor sat amidst a pile of documents in her office. She picked up a letter and read it carefully, her eyes reflecting a cold determination. After reading, she set the letter down and turned to the female soldier beside her.

"We must be prepared to welcome the people from the capital, no matter how they choose to approach," she instructed with a stern and serious tone.

The female soldier bowed her head in acknowledgment. "Understood, General."

Meanwhile, in the palace of the Heavenly Flame Dynasty, during the quiet night when everyone was asleep, Li Huang continued to read silently in the scripture chamber. Suddenly, a sword shot toward him at great speed. Yet, Li Huang dodged it effortlessly, as if he had anticipated the attack. He grabbed the attacker's wrist and, in an instant, broke it with force.

The woman's scream echoed throughout the room, but Li Huang remained indifferent. He seized her other arm and broke it mercilessly, sealing several pressure points throughout her body until she was immobilized, leaving only her screams to fill the air.

Suddenly, another woman's voice called out, "Release my lady!" An intense power at Nirvana Level 9 shot toward Li Huang like lightning, and she charged at him with incredible speed.

Before she could reach Li Huang, her arm was severed instantly. The woman stared at him in shock. "How can a small dynasty like this have a Transcendent-level cultivator…?" she muttered, disbelief evident in her voice.

Li Huang looked at both women with a cold expression.

Name: Ling Yue

Identity: Core Disciple of the Night Blossom Sect

Cultivation Level: Spirit Sea, Level 9

Physique: Heavenly Water Body

...…..

Name: Fang Yan

Identity: Guardian of the Ling Family

Cultivation Level: Nirvana, Level 9

Physique: Spirit Sword Body

Ling Yue, dressed in a moonlit black gown, smiled coldly. "Congratulations, you passed the test."

However, Li Huang merely smirked. He stepped forward and stomped her head into the ground forcefully. Her beautiful face hit the floor hard, causing her to scream in pain.

"Aaargh!!" Ling Yue cried out in agony, but Li Huang continued to press her head down.

Fang Yan, the other woman standing nearby, shouted angrily, "My lady! You bastard, let her go, or your small dynasty will be wiped out…."

But before Fang Yan could finish, Qing Ying appeared swiftly, grabbing her head. She began extracting memories, her spiritual energy glowing in her hand as Fang Yan's screams echoed. Qing Ying remained cold and indifferent, ignoring her cries of pain.

Li Huang then ordered another shadow in the darkness, "Prepare a cauldron and some herbs for me." His tone was icy as the shadow silently vanished into the darkness.

Ling Yue, still pinned to the ground, pleaded, "Please... let me go." Her voice was soft and gentle.

Li Huang sneered. "I know you can recreate a fake body like this anyway…"

With that, he exerted more force, crushing Ling Yue's skull until it shattered. Blood splattered across the room, and the metallic scent of blood filled the air.

At the Night Blossom Sect, a woman opened her eyes. Her beautiful face was cold. "He truly is a ruthless man," she murmured, her voice laced with resentment and bitterness. This was the real Ling Yue, and she smirked slightly.

Back in Li Huang's palace, he stood before the alchemy furnace while Hei Long, the commander of the Black Dragon Cavalry, carefully controlled the flames. The blazing fire reflected coldly on Li Huang's face.

Inside the cauldron, Fang Yan was trapped. Her agonized screams echoed as she begged for mercy. Her cries grew weaker, but Li Huang did not spare her a glance. He continuously added herbs and ingredients into the cauldron.

"Let me go... I beg you... please..." Fang Yan's voice grew faint, but Li Huang remained indifferent, his face emotionless and devoid of sympathy.

When everything was ready, Li Huang instructed Hei Long to intensify the flames. Fang Yan's screams gradually faded until they ceased completely. Soon, the alchemy was complete, and a glossy black pill emerged from the furnace.