Mao Shun

Clang!

Four men at the Foundation Establishment realm clashed in a fierce battle. Though their cultivation levels were similar, the fight was far from fair—it was three against one. 

The lone fighter was an old man. His sword dripped with blood, but his expression remained firm and resolute. 

He knew that one year from now would mark the anniversary of his death. 

"Young Master, run! I've done all I can. I'm sorry, but I won't be able to keep the promise I made to your mother," the old man shouted, his voice filled with regret. 

A few meters behind him stood a young man with sharp, handsome features. His long blond hair gleamed under the sunlight. 

He was so strikingly handsome that calling him merely handsome would feel like an insult, not a compliment. 

But there was one glaring issue: his cultivation. Despite being twenty years old, he didn't have a trace of spiritual qi in his body.