The Nations Trembled

The Nations Trembled

Dawn light spilled over the valley. Wang Ritain slowly opened his eyes, a gleam flashing within them. His physical body had now surpassed the Great Vajra Realm and was edging toward the Great Finger Profound Realm.

Compared to when he had first arrived in Wudi City, Wang Ritain's strength had undergone a complete transformation.

Back then, he had possessed some strength, but before the man he was now, he was no more than an ant. Now, Wang Ritain was confident that, within the Xuanyuan Family, no one except Xuanyuan Dapan could stand in his way. He reached out and gripped the new long saber beside him. Its blade trembled faintly, as if answering the killing intent in its master's heart. The corner of Wang Ritain's mouth lifted in a cold smile. "Xuanyuan Dapan, your time has come. Your life will be the stepping stone that raises my Prestige Points." With that, Wang Ritain rose and strode toward Mount Hui, his heart filled with hatred and murderous intent.

As Wang Ritain traveled, he recalled the past. When the outline of Mount Hui gradually came into view, a flood of emotions stirred within him. Once, his predecessor had suffered abuse here until he finally died with hatred in his heart. Those painful memories played over and over in Wang Ritain's mind like a film. "Don't worry. Today, I'll get justice for you—and for myself," Wang Ritain murmured, his gaze growing ever more resolute. He knew that with his current strength, suppressing the Xuanyuan Family would be no difficult task. And Xuanyuan Dapan, the strongest member of the Xuanyuan Family, was surely powerful enough to earn him even more Prestige Points once he dealt with him. Wang Ritain had his own plans: he would make a name for himself in this world, until everyone knew the name Wang Ritain.

Meanwhile, news that Wang Ritain had injured Wang Xianzhi swept through the Liyang Dynasty and neighboring nations like a storm. The Great Song capital of Bianjing was bustling with prosperity. Inside a resplendent mansion, Marquis Zhuge sat in his study, holding a secret letter. His brow furrowed, his eyes full of shock. "Wang Ritain is so young, yet he possesses such strength. It's simply astounding!" Marquis Zhuge murmured. He set the letter on the table, leaned back in his chair, and fell into thought. Wang Ritain's emergence had brought enormous uncertainty to the martial world, forcing Marquis Zhuge to reassess the situation.

At the Yinkui Sect's headquarters in the Great Sui, the sect members were shaken when they learned that Wang Ritain had displayed astonishing strength with his demonic saber. Their leader, Zhu Yuyan, sat in the main seat, her expression grave. "The Demonic Cultivation Art Wang Ritain practices bears some resemblance to our sect's techniques. We cannot underestimate him, given the strength he has shown. Wanwan, I order you to go and befriend Wang Ritain. See whether you can recruit him into our sect." Zhu Yuyan looked at Wanwan below her, a hint of expectation in her eyes. Wanwan frowned slightly, her lips curling in disdain. "Master, is Wang Ritain really worth befriending? I think he's just been lucky." Zhu Yuyan's face darkened. "Wanwan, don't underestimate him. Wang Ritain's ability to injure Wang Xianzhi was no fluke. You must be careful in your dealings with him." Though displeased, Wanwan accepted the order and left.

Inside Dragon Guard Manor, Zhu Wushi sat in a secret chamber, listening to a spy's report. "My lord, it's true that Wang Ritain injured Wang Xianzhi. Everyone in the martial world is discussing it." The spy knelt on one knee and spoke respectfully. Zhu Wushi's expression was solemn. He nodded slightly. "I understand. You may go." After the spy left, Zhu Wushi stood and paced back and forth in the chamber. "Wang Ritain truly does have some ability. Even I cannot afford to take someone with such strength lightly." Zhu Wushi considered the matter in silence, having gained a clear understanding of Wang Ritain's power.

At the Northern Liang Prince's residence, Xu Fengnian was preparing to go to Wudi City to retrieve Old Huang's sword case. Just then, he heard the news that Wang Ritain had injured Wang Xianzhi. "Ha! That old monster got hurt? That's wonderful!" Xu Fengnian burst out laughing, then turned to Li Chungang beside him. "Old Li, how strong do you think Wang Ritain is?" Li Chungang stroked his beard, his expression grave. "Wang Ritain is very strong. In my current state, I'm afraid I'm no match for him. His injury of Wang Xianzhi was no fluke." Xu Fengnian's eyes flashed with curiosity and shock. "He's that powerful? Then I'll have to see for myself what kind of person Wang Ritain is."

Elsewhere, Xuanyuan Dapan hurried back to the Xuanyuan Family's residence. The whole way, he was on edge, afraid Wang Ritain might suddenly appear. To avoid him, he had gone far out of his way, his heart full of fear. As soon as he returned, he immediately sent people to Dragon Tiger Mountain to invite Zhao Huangchao and the others to come to his aid. Xuanyuan Dapan knew well how powerful Wang Ritain's saber strike in Wudi City had been; even Wang Xianzhi had been injured by it. He had yet to reach the Land Immortal Realm, and if he faced Wang Ritain head-on, he would surely die. As long as I can stay alive, who cares if the martial world laughs at me? Xuanyuan Dapan thought, a vicious glint in his eyes.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng stood in the courtyard. Seeing Xuanyuan Dapan return in such haste and order people to receive visitors from Dragon Tiger Mountain, she couldn't help but feel alarmed. "Our ancestor is so wary of Wang Ritain. It seems he has no confidence in facing him alone. Just how strong is Wang Ritain?" Xuanyuan Qingfeng murmured, her eyes full of astonishment. She recalled all that Wang Ritain had done in Wudi City and couldn't help wondering: could Wang Ritain really return and kill Xuanyuan Dapan, the old ancestor?