A Calculated Attack

The sounds of battle and slaughter shook the heavens inside and outside Burning Flame Valley. Everyone fought desperately—either you died or I did. Yet amid this blood-soaked battlefield, one corner was particularly strange.

A black-clothed, black-haired young man wielding a Large Black Iron Ruler was locked in combat with a white-haired old man in white. Beside this fiercely contested battlefield stood a woman in a purple dress, quietly watching. Her clear, ethereal starry eyes followed the black-clothed, black-haired young man's movements without blinking, as though she did not care if her neck grew sore.

Not far behind the woman in purple, a Black-Robed Venerable stood suspended in the air, his hands tucked within his wide sleeves as he silently guarded that purple dress.

Farther away, a man in a purple-black robe gnashed his teeth. "Damn it, damn it, damn it! That lowborn bastard is merely a One Star Dou Zong, yet the young lady has to personally protect him? What a useless piece of trash! I'll definitely kill you!"

Ling Quan watched the battlefield where the two valleys clashed and blood rained down without end. A wicked smile curled across his lips as he suddenly realized that coming to Burning Flame Valley was not so bad after all. It was chaotic here, perfect for killing. As long as he kept it hidden, Miss would never notice.

But Miss remained beside that lowborn bastard the entire time, leaving him no chance to strike. Ling Quan's face was filled with gloom.

Xun Er hovered not far from Xiao Yan, quietly watching him fiercely battle that Three Star Dou Zong from Ice River Valley. Xiao Yan had rich combat experience. Holding the Mystic Heavy Ruler, he moved nimbly as he circled the Ice River Valley Elder, not falling into a disadvantage.

"Xiao Yan