Battle1

The Liang family, though battered and humiliated after the deaths of their three young masters, still stood tall thanks to their High Elder, Liang Zhenhai. A cultivator at the core formation realm, Liang Zhenhai was the pillar holding their family together. However, time was not on their side. At over 800 years old, Liang Zhenhai had only two decades of life left. His impending death cast a shadow of desperation over the family, and they knew that without him, their clan would crumble into obscurity.

For the past ten years, the Liang family had scoured the Nang Continent in search of Su Dao, the man who had plunged them into despair. But he was like a shadow—impossible to pin down. The family's fury and desperation only grew as the years passed, and their High Elder's lifespan dwindled.

In a secluded, dimly lit chamber at the heart of the Liang estate, Liang Zhenhai sat in deep cultivation. His aura was terrifying, suffocating, and capable of destroying entire halls with a mere fluctuation. His closed eyes suddenly snapped open, glowing with a fierce light. The air trembled as his energy surged, and his voice roared like thunder.

"Su Dao! You've finally shown yourself!"

The cry echoed through the estate, summoning every elder and disciple of the Liang family. They rushed to Liang Zhenhai, their hearts pounding with a mix of fear and anticipation.

"Finally!" an elder exclaimed, gripping his sword.

Without waiting, Liang Zhenhai ascended into the air, his immense aura shattering nearby stones. "Follow me!" he commanded, and the Liang family trailed behind as he led them to the source of his premonition.

In less than an hour, they arrived at a desolate mountain range cloaked in mist. At the peak of one of the jagged mountains, a lone figure stood waiting. Dressed in black, his face was calm but radiated a menacing confidence. The man's aura was concealed, yet the pressure around him was suffocating.

Liang Zhenhai narrowed his eyes. "So, you're Su Dao."

Su Dao smirked. "And you're the High Elder of the Liang family. Core formation realm… impressive, but it won't save you. Today, you die."

Liang Zhenhai's face twisted in rage. "I, Liang Zhenhai, will kill you today! I'll sever your head and hang it on the Liang family gate to warn anyone who dares to cross us!"

Su Dao chuckled, his voice cold and mocking. "Big words for a man about to die. You came here alone, thinking you could defeat me. Perhaps reinforcements are coming, but they're two hours away. That's more than enough time for me to deal with you."

With a roar, Liang Zhenhai charged forward, his fist glowing with a brilliant golden light. "Dragon Punch!" he shouted. The force of his mid-grade technique was terrifying, capable of leveling an entire country.

Su Dao's eyes flickered with interest. "A mid-grade technique from the Liang family? Not bad."

He raised his hand, summoning a golden bow that shimmered with divine energy. His technique, Heavenly Bow, formed a massive golden arrow on his back. With a swift motion, he released the arrow, meeting Liang Zhenhai's punch head-on.

The clash shook the entire continent. Mountains trembled, and the skies darkened as the shockwave rippled across the Nang Continent. Cultivators thousands of kilometers away felt the overwhelming aura. Even the sect leaders of the prestigious Begha Sect stopped their cultivation to sense the distant battle.

Su Dao coughed blood as the impact pushed him back several kilometers. But Liang Zhenhai fared worse. He was thrown 100 kilometers away, crashing into a mountain and leaving a massive crater. Despite his injuries, Liang Zhenhai roared in anger and pushed off the ground, propelling himself forward with immense speed.

Breaking through the air, Liang Zhenhai moved so fast that he seemed to tear apart dimensions. The very fabric of the sky trembled at his charge.

But Su Dao remained calm. He clenched his fist, and a void-like energy surrounded his palm. This was his trump card: Void Palm. A forbidden technique taught to him by a master far more powerful than Liang Zhenhai. The technique was so potent that it could only be used once every hundred years.

As the energy around his palm intensified, the sky seemed to shatter like glass, revealing an endless void. The transparent palm shimmered with an otherworldly power, as though it could crush the heavens themselves.

When Liang Zhenhai saw the technique, his face turned pale. "This… this isn't possible! How does a mere brat like you have access to such power?!"

Fear overtook him, and he turned to flee, channeling every ounce of his strength into escape. But Su Dao's cold voice echoed behind him.

"Run all you like, Liang Zhenhai. Today, your life ends."

With a deafening roar, Su Dao unleashed the Void Palm. The transparent energy shot forward, swallowing the distance between them in an instant. The attack tore through mountains, obliterating everything in its path. Liang Zhenhai tried to dodge, but the overwhelming force engulfed him.

"No! I can't die like this!" Liang Zhenhai screamed, his voice fading into the void.

The Void Palm crushed Liang Zhenhai entirely, leaving nothing behind but a massive crater. The shockwave from the attack rippled across the land, and the mist over the mountain dissipated, revealing the devastation Su Dao had wrought.

Standing amidst the destruction, Su Dao wiped the blood from his lips and sneered. "Liang Zhenhai, the mighty High Elder? Pathetic. The Liang family will fall, and I will be the one to bury them."

His figure disappeared into the horizon, leaving behind a scarred landscape and the whispers of his name: Shadow Executioner.