Manifestation

The latter half of the ancient road had become a battlefield, war flames rising on every side. Kings waged war, heaven's favored geniuses crossed blades, and beacon smoke filled the sky everywhere.

Amid the flames of war, Hong Wulei pulled Ruoxi free, blood dripping continuously from her sword.

The battle had not paused for a moment. Countless experts had joined forces to strike down the kings, all to eliminate the strongest opponents on the ancient road.

"Wulei, head east."

Sensing the surrounding auras, Ruoxi gave a grave reminder.

Hong Wulei nodded, cleaved open the path ahead with a sword, and darted away toward the east.

"Chase them."

Before the crowd, the eyes of four young men turned cold as one of them spoke in a deep voice.

At the command, figure after figure flashed past at high speed, continuing the pursuit.

"No need to chase."

Before his words had faded, a Plain-clothed Figure stepped out before them. He held a white fan and wore a scholar's headscarf, his expression peaceful and utterly devoid of menace.

Seeing the man who had appeared out of thin air, everyone's expressions tightened. When had this person arrived?

"Who are you?" one of the four leaders asked solemnly.

"Bai Yujing," the Plain-clothed Figure replied calmly.

"Move aside, or die," another said.

"There is no need for so many threats. Begin."

The Plain-clothed Figure spoke indifferently. Clear Sun Lihuo in his hand rose with radiant light. In the next instant, he moved and the battle began.

A thunderous impact shook the air as waves of fire surged skyward. After exchanging one move, all four men retreated half a step, their blood and qi churning violently within them.

The shocking sight was hard to believe. In another instant, the white fan shifted, Lihuo fire spread forth, broke