[Fantasy] Gods and Demons Among Flowers (Complete) - 24

Chapter 127 of the Storm Riders Chronicle: The Tragedy of the Assassin's Hall

"Hall Master, something terrible has happened! Unidentified individuals have broken into the Azure Dragon Hall on the Azure Dragon Continent, destroyed its headquarters, and all the assassins stationed there have been assassinated." News from the Azure Dragon Continent caused the Hall Master, located at the Assassin's Hall headquarters, to frown.

"Hall Master, something terrible has happened! News from the Black Tortoise Continent says our Black Tortoise Hall there has been attacked, and our assassins stationed there have been assassinated without cause!" Another piece of bad news reached the Hall Master's ears.

"Something terrible has happened! Hall Master, news from the Vermilion Bird Continent says a group of unidentified and powerful individuals have destroyed the Vermilion Bird Hall located there, and all our brothers there have perished!" Hearing these successive pieces of bad news, Hall Master Hubert suddenly felt a surge of unease, and this unease grew stronger, even terrifying him. What kind of force wanted to overthrow him? Destroying his halls across various continents in such a short time. This dominance was unmatched even by him, and he seemed to sense a pair of sharp eyes constantly watching him, sending chills down his spine and filling him with dread.

"Master, something terrible has happened! The White Tiger Hall has been attacked and fallen by unidentified assailants! Countless brothers have been killed or wounded!" A blood-soaked assassin suddenly appeared before Hubert, weeping bitterly.

Hubert's heart clenched. An unprecedented sense of despair aged him considerably. An unprecedented sense of crisis made him roar, "Quick... quickly recall all the remaining assassins on the continent to headquarters! The enemy is coming on strong; they probably want to wipe us out!"

Upon receiving the order, the assassins returned to headquarters one after another, ready to defend against any enemy attacks.

"Reporting to the young master, the assassin hall headquarters has been found," Mike excitedly relayed the news to me.

"Really? That's wonderful!" I jumped up from my chair excitedly, muttering to myself.

"Then, young master, should we attack now?" Mike asked.

"Wait a few more days, until they're on edge, then we'll attack!" A cold smile flashed across my lips as I said.

On a midsummer night in the year 386 of the Magic Calendar, a crescent moon hung high in the night sky, surrounded by several beautiful stars, radiating their charm. A cool summer breeze swept by, instantly dispelling the stuffiness in the air and the lingering heat of the earth. Yet, this breeze could not dispel the oppressive atmosphere of one place: the headquarters of the most renowned assassin organization on the entire continent—the Assassin's Hall. As an assassin organization, the Assassin's Hall chose a remote location for its headquarters to conceal itself. This served two purposes: ease of operation and protection from retaliation. However, the Assassin's Hall now faced a tremendous crisis; a powerful force was about to destroy it.

Secrecy was paramount for the Assassin's Hall, but with Mike's extensive intelligence network, it would be difficult to avoid finding its headquarters.

"Leader, when do we prepare to attack?" a young purple-gold warrior standing beside Alaska asked eagerly.

"Soon. When the moon is high in the sky, that will be the time for us to annihilate the enemy!" Alaska murmured, gazing at the sky.

Time slowly passed, and finally, when the moon was high in the sky, Alaska roared to the heavens, his expression

filled with fervor

, and shouted, "Prepare to attack!" As if in response to Alaska's roar, countless rousing cries echoed all around, brimming with fighting spirit and pride, for they were the strongest. Hubert, sitting in the main hall, heard this roar, his expression shifting, and the teacup in his hand crashed to the ground and shattered. At this moment, his face was pale, his fingers ashen, and the air of a once-powerful leader was nowhere to be seen. It was over, everything was over. The assassin's guild he had painstakingly built, the one he was so proud of, would be destroyed

by an unknown force. Unconsciously, Hubert's five fingers slammed heavily into the long table, and with a "bang," five finger holes appeared on the table, sending chills down the spines of the assassins watching. He was a bronze-rank, third-grade assassin, a year into his career, he had attempted two assassinations, both unsuccessful, but enough to make him proud. The first time, he disguised himself as a frail old woman, selling flowers on the street with a flower basket in his arms. Of course, the murder weapon was hidden in the lining of the basket. His target was a successful businessman, someone who appeared successful to him. He used the businessman's pity for the old woman to slowly approach him, and when the businessman showed a respectful expression, he swiftly drew his dagger and stabbed him. Unfortunately, no one expected that the businessman, who should have died, was not fatally wounded. The appearance of a powerful figure prevented him from carrying out a second assassination. Although the businessman died from his injuries, the assassin still failed to complete his mission. The second time, he disguised himself as the owner of a roadside shop. His original intention was to drug the tea and then kill his target, who was a very powerful figure. That day, the man came to his shop as usual to drink tea and eat snacks, and he secretly drugged him. Perhaps sensing something from the oppressive atmosphere of the shop, the man didn't drink the soothing tea he usually brewed. As he personally served the man snacks, he concealed a dagger beneath the plate, carrying out his assassination plan. Just as the man successfully snatched the plate from his hand, a flash of cold light aimed for his throat. The fatal blow could have succeeded, but the previous atmosphere had alerted the man. As the cold light slashed towards his throat, the tray and snacks in the man's hands transformed into a projectile, striking him instead. He was a cowardly assassin; he didn't want to be seriously injured while killing his enemy, so he chose to dodge, naturally failing his assassination attempt. He was at the very bottom of the assassin world, one of the most tragic figures. Today, he heard that someone was going to personally destroy the assassin's guild, and he was used as cannon fodder, hiding in the woods near the guild headquarters, monitoring everything around him. Around him were a group of people as tragic as he was. Suddenly, he heard a fierce roar, the cry of a master, a master among masters. The roar was filled with fervent fighting spirit, and soon echoes resounded around him, creating a powerful and imposing atmosphere. He knew he was doomed today; a bronze-rank, third-grade assassin was utterly insignificant. Hearing the agonizing screams of his companions around him, his heart trembled, and his nerves tightened involuntarily. Suddenly, an unusual fluctuation appeared in the air, but this unusual movement was too subtle for him to detect, sealing his fate. He felt a chill on his neck, as if a wound had been slashed in his throat, and a thick, metallic taste filled his nostrils. His breathing grew heavier and heavier, and he collapsed with a bitter, resentful resentment. "Reporting to Master, the enemy has successfully breached the first line of defense, and the second line has also crumbled!" a blood-soaked silver-rank assassin reported to Hubert. "Investigate again!" Hubert's brow furrowed even more. Only a few minutes had passed since that howling sound, yet his formidable defenses had been breached so quickly. Who could possess such a large number of skilled fighters? "Master, the second line of defense has fallen! The enemy is charging towards the headquarters!" A killer stumbled in through the door, his face pale. Hubert's expression changed. "Pass down the order! Command all killers to gather at the headquarters and activate the third line of defense!" "Master, there's no one left. They've all fallen in battle," the killer whispered. Hubert's expression changed again, but as a skilled leader, he calmly ordered, "Activate the third line of defense! Stop the enemy's attack!"

A transparent membrane of light rose, enveloping the entire assassin's quarters. The assassins within it all wore relieved smiles, except for Hubert, whose face remained somber, a heavy, unspoken weight pressing on his chest. Could this protective shield, which had withstood attacks from the continent's two other major assassin organizations, truly withstand this terrifying enemy?

The shield had barely risen when a series of loud bangs echoed outside, causing it to tremble violently. However, the attacks seemed to have no effect, quickly returning to normal.

Several top assassins were conversing amicably, confident that no one could break through the shield's defenses—a belief they had demonstrated before. However, they hadn't realized that this time they faced an unprecedentedly powerful enemy.

The attack quickly ceased, and the assassins clapped and laughed. Only Hubert's unease intensified, as if sensing impending danger. He roared at the elite assassins, "Quick...quickly retreat and form a defensive formation!"

Just as the assassins were puzzled, Hubert's unease seemed to be confirmed. The protective shield suddenly shook violently, a massive energy sword slicing through the sturdy shield, creating a small opening. Then, a hearty laugh rang out, and the seemingly impenetrable shield shattered. Alaska walked in.

"Alaska, it's you?!" Hubert exclaimed in surprise upon seeing the imposing Alaska.

"Yes, Hubert, it's me!" Alaska replied with a hint of respect for Hubert's past kindness. (

Chapter 128 of the Chronicles of the Storm: The Sword Saint's Duel)

"Alaska, why?" Hubert slowly stood up, his eyes fixed on Alaska, and asked calmly.

“Hubert, I regret that you repeatedly tried to assassinate my master, and even more so, you shouldn’t have tried to assassinate the woman he loved!” Alaska replied calmly.

“Because of this, your master wants to destroy the assassin's guild I painstakingly built!” Hubert roared, his eyes bloodshot.

“Perhaps!” Faced with Hubert’s questioning, Alaska chose to remain calm.

“Hahaha…hahaha…what a reason! Kill this traitor!” With the assassin's guild gone, with his life’s work gone, Hubert roared as if he were insane.

The assassins, having received their master’s order, drew their signature weapons and attacked Alaska. But before they could even reach him, a purple-gold whirlwind swept across the scene. When the whirlwind subsided, Hubert was shocked to find more than a dozen young warriors radiating purple-gold battle aura.

“You…you are purple-gold warriors!” Hubert exclaimed in surprise.

“That’s right! You so-called top assassins are really too weak!” a young man who seemed to be the leader said arrogantly.

"What?" Hubert's expression changed, and he looked at the assassins. He was horrified to find that the assassins who had been alive just moments before were all lying on the ground, each with a faint cut on their throat—all killed in one blow. What terrifying skill! Even he couldn't have done that so easily. This…is this the formidable power of the Purple Gold Warriors? If it really was that legendary Saint Seiya, would he still be standing here alive? Cold sweat broke out on Hubert's forehead.

"You…is your master that Saint Seiya?" Hubert, no longer possessing his former arrogant demeanor, asked cautiously.

"That's right! Master has tolerated your unreasonable behavior time and time again, but you refused to repent and attempted to assassinate the mistress. This has greatly angered Master, so he specially sent us brothers to eliminate you!" The young man's face showed immense worship when he mentioned "master," but then his eyes turned fierce as he stared at Hubert.

“But I don’t know who your master is, so how can you say I’ve tried to assassinate him again and again, and even that I assassinated your mistress!” Hubert argued, sweating profusely.

“Our master is called Xie Yun, and our mistress is called Kana!” the purple-gold warriors said in unison.

“Xie Yun? Kana?” Hubert racked his brains, trying to recall the names. They seemed familiar, but he couldn’t quite place them.

“Hubert, it seems you’re really getting old; you’re not even up-to-date anymore!” Alaska, who had been watching coldly from the side, couldn’t help but sneer.

“Could it be…could it be Xie Yun, the Grand Marshal of the Fire Lion Empire, the Grand Marshal of the Fire Dance Duchy, known as the ‘Dragon God General’?” Hubert’s expression changed, and he stammered.

“Indeed,” Alaska agreed.

"Heavens! What did I do wrong to commit such an absurd act! Dorrant, you old bastard, you've ruined the Assassin's Guild I painstakingly built! Since you don't want me to have an easy time, I won't let you have one either!" At this point, Hubert revealed a grim smile, saying, "I never imagined offending such a powerful enemy. When Dorrant told me your master was just a highly skilled but backgroundless man, to show my old friend we valued him, I sent a top-tier assassin to kill him. When the assassination failed, I thought your master was just a lucky young man, not..." "To cultivate a good relationship with the Haynes family, I resolutely sent Alaska. However, even I didn't expect him to be defeated by your master and willingly become his subordinate. This made me realize the seriousness of the situation. But we assassins have an unwritten rule: no fight to the death! That is to say, if we don't complete the mission assigned by our employer, the assassin's guild must continuously send assassins to hunt down the target until that person is dead. If we fail, we will be scorned by the assassin world. So, after several unsuccessful attempts, we turned our attention to those close to your master, which led to the idea of assassinating your mistress."

Alaska and the young man exchanged a glance, secretly pleased. When attacking the assassin's guild's headquarters, the young master had instructed them to extract the employer's identity from the guild leader. Unexpectedly, before they could even lay a trap, Hubert had revealed everything, truly obtaining it effortlessly.

Seeing Hubert's dejected state, Alaska suddenly felt a pang of pity and said, "Hubert, I know your strength is no less than mine. If you defeat me today, I will let you leave. If you lose, you will be at my mercy."

Hubert, who had been filled with despair, heard Alaska's words and his eyes lit up. A strange fighting spirit surged within him, making him want to roar. If he could defeat the Sword Saint Alaska before him, his life would be absolutely guaranteed, because Alaska was a man of his word.

A cyan battle aura swirled around Hubert, and an overwhelming aura rose throughout the hall. Facing such a powerful aura, Alaska also revealed a purple-gold battle aura, but with a slight white tinge, reminiscent of platinum battle aura. Was Alaska about to advance to the Saint level?

Unaware of Alaska's transformation, Hubert was locked in a fierce struggle with Alaska's aura. If Hubert's aura was domineering and corrosive, then Alaska's was peaceful and rejuvenating. The two opposing auras clashed, neither able to gain the upper hand. The purple-gold warriors standing beside Alaska couldn't withstand the clash of these powerful auras. Shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand, they unleashed a purple-gold battle aura that coalesced to resist the overwhelming force of the two auras.

Hubert mobilized all his aura to resist Alaska, but he was surprised to find that Alaska, previously on par with him, had greatly increased in strength. Even in this aura-based struggle, Hubert was already feeling somewhat overwhelmed, while Alaska remained calm and composed, clearly not using its full power.

Hubert grew increasingly terrified with each battle. If this continued, he feared he would fall before he could even unleash a single attack, crushed by the sheer force of the attack. Without waiting for a moment, Hubert forced back the aura, his mind racing. A pale blue longsword, gleaming with a cold, piercing light, appeared in his hand. Stroking the sword that had been with him for over a decade, he murmured, "Sword of Tyranny, Sword of Tyranny, it's been so long since we fought side-by-side. Today, let my blood welcome your rebirth!" As if sensing its master's excitement, the sword trembled slightly.

Hubert's finger lightly traced a line on the blade, and a drop of blood flowed from the wound, landing on the sword. The drop of blood on the sword was immediately absorbed. Then, to everyone's astonishment in Alaska, the domineering sword broke free of his control, soaring through the air and spinning gently. A golden light gradually emanated from the sword, unlike the previous cold gleam; an unparalleled aura of dominance emanated from it. To everyone's astonishment, the domineering sword suddenly transformed. The slender sword, about half a meter long and an inch wide, became a broadsword about a meter long and a foot wide. The entire sword underwent a dramatic change. Golden runes swirled around the sword, then the golden light receded, absorbing the runes into the sword and gradually appearing on its surface. The hilt also changed from a single grip to a grip with two dragon heads joined together, where a pearl radiating a light blue glow was inlaid.

After completing its transformation, the domineering sword spun joyfully around Hubert once, then gently landed in his hand.

Alaska stared in astonishment at the scene before him, asking softly, "This is the Overlord's Sword, isn't it? It's said to be the signature weapon of the Overlord, one of the top ten masters on the continent two hundred years ago. Could it be that you are...?"

"As expected of the 'Mad Saint,' one of the Sword Saints! That's right, my grandmaster was the Overlord. My master passed this sword to me thirty years ago, and then passed away because of the hilt!" Hubert said proudly, thinking of his grandmaster, a renowned figure from two hundred years ago. However, the thought of his master's death brought a pang of sorrow.

"I deeply admire the actions of the Overlord two hundred years ago. His righteous deeds of helping the weak and punishing the wicked are still admired by the people of the continent. But with your skills, why did you step into the sinful world of assassins, Brother Hubert?" Alaska asked疑惑地问道.

"Alaska, I know you had your reasons for joining the assassin world, and so did I. The reason my master passed away was because he, like my grandmaster, was a kind old man. They were never arrogant, always dedicated to saving lives. Yet, this kind old man, trying to save two sisters being hunted, was ambushed by a group of masked men. Although my master was a master of martial arts, those men in black were no pushovers either, and they used some despicable methods to severely injure him. If it weren't for the sudden appearance of the two archmages, Harvard and Harper, my master might have died on the spot." As he spoke, Hubert, the usually cold and ruthless leader of the assassins' guild, began to cry like a child, two streams of tears sliding down his cheeks, showing how deeply this past event had affected him!

"After this upheaval, my master was left half-crippled and spent the rest of his life in misery. Finally, four years before his death, he took me as his disciple, teaching me the 'Overlord God Technique' and the 'Overlord God Sword Technique.' Only after I had mastered them did he pass away peacefully!" Hubert said slowly.

"From the day my master passed away, I vowed to become an avenger. So I went into hiding and built this Assassin's Hall as the foundation for my revenge." Hubert's face showed a cynical look as he spoke indignantly.

In Chapter 129 of the "Storm of the Wind and Clouds" series, the Overlord Sword shouts

, "Alas, life is full of injustices. I deeply sympathize with your master's plight, and avenging him is a duty I, as a disciple, should fulfill. But is establishing the Assassin's Hall your purpose for revenge? How many corrupt officials have spent vast sums of money to hire you to assassinate loyal and honest officials for money and power? What will the people who love and support them think? Losing those loyal and honest officials is like a country losing its pillars. Can you hear the groans of a nation on the verge of collapse and destruction? What have you done for your own selfish interests? Is this the so-called 'helping the weak and punishing the wicked' principle your master taught you? Is this the result you wanted?" Alaska yells loudly.

"I am also an assassin. At the peak of my career, I've long realized that assassins aren't necessarily cold-blooded and ruthless; they have feelings too. To kill without compassion only makes you appear as a heartless killing machine. Why can't you, at the same peak, understand this? Everyone has flesh and blood, thoughts and emotions. So-called cold-bloodedness is merely a facade to numb others. Why cling to this facade? Wake up, my dearest friend!" Alaska, with his own empathy and powerful appeal, tried to awaken Hubert from his confusion.

Alaska's sharp shouts were like heavy hammer blows, relentlessly pounding on his already overburdened heart. With a "boom," the heart that had been masking his true feelings shattered, turning into dust. But in its place, another new heart replaced it, beating actively, brimming with passion, full of fighting spirit… He was reborn.

Yes, what had he been relentlessly pursuing all his life? Was all he had done and said merely to avenge his most beloved master? But all of this seemed to contradict the principles he had established years ago. Hatred had blinded him, bloodshed had tainted his once kind heart, and the establishment of the Assassin's Guild was a major blunder in his life. Thinking back on all these years of colluding with corrupt officials and petty villains, how many evil deeds he had committed, and how many people secretly regarded his Assassin's Guild as bloodthirsty demons. Because he had not only killed the most respected officials, but also extinguished their spirit of peace.

"What a sin! What a sin!" Hubert realized everything, his face aging as if decades had passed, and he sighed to the heavens.

"Brother Hubert, it's truly commendable that you have repented at this time!" Alaska's eyes lit up, praising him.

Hubert wasn't pleased by Alaska's praise. He simply said, "I lost. How can someone who can't even defeat himself defeat others?"

"No, Hubert, you haven't lost. Haven't you defeated yourself? Use your new life, use the sword in your hand, to embrace another glorious chapter in your life! I challenge you!" Alaska encouraged him again with a serious expression.

Alaska's words were like a wake-up call, jolting him out of his despair. Yes, to face an opponent with one's own sword, regardless of victory or defeat, one's conscience is clear. Thinking this, Hubert's eyes gleamed, and he said, "Thank you, Alaska, my best friend. I accept your challenge!"

When Alaska heard Hubert's affirmative words, his body trembled, not from fear, but from excitement, happy that his friend had regained his spirits. At the same time, being at his peak, how could he not be excited and thrilled to have a worthy opponent to fight? Moreover, he believed that after this battle, he would enter a completely new world, a beautiful world he longed for.

Hubert's azure battle aura once again unleashed his unparalleled domineering power, but this time it no longer contained arrogance and corruption, but rather an unwavering, indomitable spirit. In contrast to Hubert's sharp and overt aura, Alaska's battle aura release was much gentler, with rings of purple-gold spreading outwards like ripples on water. Although his battle aura appeared calm, the momentum it contained was in no way inferior to Hubert's raging power.

Hubert gripped the domineering sword, then clasped his hands together. A wild and domineering aura rose from the sword, sweeping across the entire hall. Azure battle energy converged from his hands onto the sword. Azure sword energy instantly enveloped the entire golden blade. Hubert swung the towering golden sword towards Alaska with a fierce slash, accompanied by a roar: "Domineering God Sword Technique - Raging Clouds!" Azure tornado detached from the sword. After leaving the blade, the ever-growing azure tornado, carrying shattered rocks and possessing unparalleled suction power, hurtled towards where Alaska stood.

As Hubert held the domineering sword, Alaska's expression turned serious. He knew that each strike of the domineering sword carried an overwhelming force, attacking both the mind and body, with an unwavering determination to achieve its goal. To defeat it, one must use force, overwhelming it with one's own superior aura. The sword appeared in his hand. As his hand touched the hilt, the white light suddenly contracted and was absorbed into the blade. Looking at the sword in Alaska's hand, [ ] the blade was perfectly streamlined, with two curved blood grooves carved on both sides, which would accelerate the opponent's blood loss when wounded, thus weakening their attack power. The hilt was designed for comfortable grip, and the slightly inward-curving shaft at the junction of the hilt and blade prevented the sword from slipping from the wielder's control. Furthermore, the shaft was covered with a soft, unknown substance, ensuring that even if the sword was struck, the wielder's hands would not suffer significant damage.

When Hubert unleashed the first move of the Overlord Sword Technique, "Raging Clouds," Alaska's left foot moved slightly forward. He held the sword in his left hand, and with a nimble wrist movement, white flowers bloomed at the tip of the sword, countless sword flowers converging into a white circle. The ever-swirling sword flowers infused the circle with immense suction power. The sturdy floorboards, drawn into the vortex, were instantly pulverized by the spinning sword flowers.

Watching the powerfully absorbing circle, Alaska flicked his sword upwards, pushed outwards with both hands, and uttered a soft cry: "Go, spinning black hole!" The spinning black hole then broke free of his control and flew towards Hubert.

Everything happened in that instant; I've only gone into a few words to describe it.

To get back to the point, Alaska's "spinning black hole" met Hubert's "Raging Clouds" mid-air. Both possessed powerful suction and rapid rotation, and neither could gain the upper hand. However, the stalemate between the two energies caused great suffering to the painstakingly built headquarters of the Assassin's Hall. As pieces of bluestone were sucked in and pulverized, and the cracks in the walls, unable to withstand the suction, grew wider and wider, the Assassin's Hall, renowned for its sturdiness, finally collapsed with a mournful cry. With the collapse of the Assassin's Guild's headquarters, this renowned assassin organization finally vanished into history.

The clash of two energies that led to the guild's collapse was something neither of them could have foreseen. To make matters worse, although they escaped the guild's destruction, they appeared quite disheveled, covered in dust that clung to their hair, faces, and clothes, making them a rather comical sight. With the collapse of the headquarters, both energies reached their saturation point simultaneously, and without any external force, they simply vanished. Their first encounter was a stalemate, a draw.

Standing atop the ruins of the Assassin's Guild, they glanced at each other and couldn't help but point at each other and burst into laughter. They both looked quite comical after being covered in dust. Alaska's normally thick lips, now covered in dust, appeared unusually plump, like two large intestines hanging from his lips; while Hubert's entire eyelids were covered in a thick layer of dust, especially his eyelashes, which looked like they could bend under the weight. With each blink, the dust fell off his eyelids in a flurry, like a cloud of dust.

The two exchanged a smile, then with a flick of their wrists, the dust vanished without a trace, restoring their original colors. "Brother Alaska, that spinning black hole move is extraordinary!" Hubert praised sincerely. "Brother Hubert, that '

Raging

Clouds'

move isn't bad either!" Alaska smiled slightly and returned the compliment.

"Well… we'll tie the first round, hahaha…" Hubert and Alaska smiled at each other and said.

"Since that's the case, then Brother Hubert, take my move! The Sword Saint's ultimate technique, the Mad Sword Dance!" Alaska smiled slightly, his Mad Sword beginning to dance lightly. Each sword move was executed with extreme slowness, clearly visible even to the naked eye. The Mad Sword thrust, stabbed, chopped, sliced, raised, lowered, lunged left, and thrust right... every move was practiced with perfect clarity. But in that instant, Alaska let out a soft shout, and his swordplay repeated itself, only this time the sword movements became hazy and ethereal. You couldn't imagine when the Mad Sword would suddenly appear and pierce your body.

Hubert, standing in the midst of the sword formation, also became serious. He believed that every move Alaska made was not just for show for the little boy. Those simple thrusting, stabbing, and slashing moves contained profound principles; often, it was those simple moves that led to the enemy's death. In this hazy atmosphere, if you try to discern the origin of a sword strike with your eyes, you'll be dead before the opponent even makes their move. Hubert initially tried to use his eyes to track the sword's movements, but just as he caught a thrust, a slashing attack was upon him, nearly severing his arm. When he caught the momentum of the slash, the sudden thrust nearly killed him. He gradually realized that what he perceived with his eyes wasn't necessarily real or reliable. But what could he rely on to overcome this difficulty?

His heart! That was the answer his heart gave him. His master had once said: "In this world we live in, seeing it with your eyes isn't truly seeing it. Use your heart, feel the world with your heart, and you'll find everything changing, everything becoming so simple. As a swordsman, a master swordsman, you must feel the enemy's presence with your heart—that's the realm of a true master!" Hubert's master's words still echoed in his mind. He slowly closed his eyes, trying to use the method his master had taught him: feel with his heart. Sure enough, when the swirling sword techniques vanished from his sight, his heart sensed them; there was no blurring, only the simple moves. When one strike aimed for his chest, he parried with his domineering sword, the attack failing. When another sword cleaved down towards his head, he bent low and blocked with his sword, the technique failing again. His domineering sword, pressing, parrying, blocking, and deflecting, neutralized each attack, shattering Alaska's frenzied sword dance. With the technique broken, he sheathed his sword, holding it to his chest

, and Alaska, his robes fluttering, smiled at Hubert: "Congratulations, Brother Hubert, on your further advancement in your understanding, reaching even greater heights!" "Brother Alaska, you flatter me. Without your help, I fear I would never have been able to overcome this obstacle in my lifetime. Thank you!" Hubert clasped his hands in thanks. "Brother Hubert,

please don't say that. To have an epiphany in adversity is your own blessing!" Alaska declined. "

In any case, I must thank you!" "Hubert said sincerely. Then, he smiled and said, "Brother Alaska, I've also prepared a move in response to your favor. I hope you'll accept it!" "Come on!" Alaska's eyes widened as he gripped his mad sword and said coldly.

Hubert's domineering aura surged, and the mad sword in his hand suddenly slipped from his control, spinning rapidly above his head. At the hilt of the spinning mad sword, the blue gem emitted an incomparably bright blue light, which shone outwards with the sword's rotation. Hubert let out a fierce roar, his long hair, bound with thin rope, shot skyward, and the azure battle aura surrounding his body spun rapidly, transforming into a tornado that enveloped him. Then he clenched his hands, raised them upwards, and placed his two index fingers together. The swirling blue tornado slowly gathered in his hands, then gradually shrank along his arms, until it reached his two index fingers and shrunk into a small blue cloud.

In that unguarded moment, the azure aura shot out a beam of azure energy, drilling towards the gem at the sword hilt. Seemingly sensing the approaching energy, the sapphire, its blue light subdued, absorbed the energy beam, quickly engulfing the azure aura on Hubert's finger.

After absorbing the azure aura, the sapphire's color drastically changed, from blue to azure. Then, to everyone's astonishment, the two dragon heads seemed to come alive, and the azure gem flew from the sword hilt, swirling around the domineering sword. The scattered azure spray onto the golden blade, seemingly activating the golden runes on it. The azure gem intertwined with the golden runes, forming a azure-gold sword shaped like the domineering sword.

The domineering sword slowly fell into Hubert's hand, and the azure-gold sword in the void also adhered to its surface, held in his grasp. He roared: "The ultimate secret of the Domineering God Sword Technique—The Heavenly Domineering Sword Combo!" He held the domineering sword in both hands and slashed fiercely towards Alaska. As the sword swung, the cyan-gold sword body formed in the void flew out from the sword itself, rising into the sky and disappearing. Meanwhile, a sharp sword aura shot from Hubert's solidified domineering sword, hurtling towards Alaska's chest.

Alaska, who had been closely watching Hubert's movements, was also shocked. Such a elaborate move must be extraordinary. To prepare for any eventuality, he extracted all the inner strength from his golden body. The slightly white-tinged purple-gold battle aura transformed into a tornado surrounding him, quickly enveloping him in a purple-gold protective shield.

When the sharp sword aura shot towards his chest, his eyes widened involuntarily, not because of the incoming sword aura, but because of the strange phenomenon suddenly occurring in the sky. Just as the azure-gold sword shot into the sky, a touch of azure-gold seemed to adorn the dark, silent sky. Then, a rift suddenly appeared in the clear night sky, and the azure-gold light poured out from the crack. In that instant, a giant azure-gold sword emerged from the crack, its blade, about twenty meters long and two meters wide, spinning in the air before hurtling towards Alaska's head.

With the sharp azure sword energy in front and the azure-gold giant sword above, Alaska was suddenly in danger. He had considered dodging, but the ever-present aura locked him tightly, giving him no chance to escape. "

Since I can't escape, I'll face it head-on!" With this thought, Alaska suddenly began to wield his mad sword rapidly, a circular shield formed by sword flowers slowly pushing towards the oncoming azure sword energy. With a deafening boom, the azure sword energy, imbued with Hubert's full power, collided with Alaska's reversed sword shield, creating a massive explosion.

Such a massive explosion should have shocked Alaska, but the cyan-gold giant sword overhead kept him focused. The sword, whistling through the air, slashed down towards Alaska's head. Sensing danger, Alaska's purple-gold protective shield automatically transformed into a slightly convex circular shield to block the impact from the sky. The

giant sword finally fell, and the force of its descent made Alaska feel an inexplicable pressure even before it hit his shield. This pressure intensified as the sword descended rapidly. Alaska felt as if countless lead weights were pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe. If this continued, he would likely collapse under the pressure before the sword even hit. To overcome this pressure, Alaska mustered the last remaining bit of energy in his body, roared, and used his energy shield to block the descending cyan-gold giant sword.

The giant sword clashed with the energy shield, but there was no deafening roar from the energy collision. The seemingly sturdy purple-gold shield was utterly vulnerable to the giant sword, quickly being cleaved open and slashing downwards. The immense impact instantly damaged Alaska's mind, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. The clash with the giant sword made Alaska feel incredibly small. The sword slowly sliced through the purple-gold shield, just a hair's breadth away from striking his forehead. Although it didn't kill him instantly, a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Powerful, incredibly powerful! No wonder it was the signature technique of the second-best martial artist in the world two hundred years ago, the Overlord God! Alaska sincerely admired Thor, the creator of this technique. If the Overlord God had used it back then, he would probably be a pile of shattered bones by now.

The giant sword finally stopped just millimeters from his forehead. His disheveled hair stealthily slipped past the energy sword, only to be sliced off by the indestructible, all-encompassing blade.

For some unknown reason, the azure-gold sword that could have killed him was retracted. Then, the sword trembled, and the giant sword split in two, instantly becoming a cyan blade and a golden sword. The two energy swords flew joyfully in the air, gradually transforming into a cyan and golden energy circle that spun rapidly in mid-air.

What will become of Alaska? And what will become of Hubert? All will be revealed in

Chapter 131 of Peak Advancement (Part 2)

: The two energy swords, one cyan and one golden, transformed into an energy circle and began to spin in the sky. To Alaska's surprise, the cyan and golden energy circle descended upon his head. Startled, Alaska quickly raised his previously cracked energy shield, burying himself under the now-repaired round shield.

The swirling energy circle gave him no chance of escape. The azure and gold energies, accompanied by a swirling energy wind, crashed down on him, the fierce churning force quickly shattering his purple-gold energy shield. Alaska's reaction was remarkably quick. Just as the purple-gold energy shield was about to be destroyed, he deliberately abandoned it, using his purple-gold battle qi to condense layers of smaller purple-gold shields. After the energy wind shattered the round purple-gold shield, the swirling energy wind continued its relentless attack, shattering countless smaller purple-gold shields before finally stopping due to energy depletion. Alaska,

trapped under the swirling energy, was also suffering greatly. When the round purple-gold shield shattered, his heart felt as if it were being crushed. Then, the smaller purple-gold shields connected to his spirit and energy were shattered layer by layer, the pain being incomparable to that of ordinary people. When the energy finally dissipated, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, gasping for breath.

Just then, the rotating energy circle above his head changed again. A cyan gem, gleaming with a cyan light, flew out from its center and began to swirl around Alaska's body, creating a faint cylindrical shield enveloping him. The rotating energy circle unleashed its full power, slowly pressing down on Alaska's head. Although the energy circle descended slowly, the increasing pressure tormented Alaska. With each step the energy circle descended, the pressure in his heart deepened. To escape this torment, he channeled the last wisp of free energy within his body and released it above his head, temporarily holding back the energy circle's descent.

However, this was only temporary. Already exhausted, Alaska eventually lost control of his body due to the depletion of his internal energy, collapsing to the ground, gasping for breath. The energy circle was closing in on him, the immense pressure causing his capillaries to rupture, blood gushing from the broken veins and staining his clothes red. The energy circle pressed down again, and Alaska was horrified to find that not only were his limbs immobile, but the cracking sounds from his bones told him they were useless. The energy circle pressed down once more, a deafening roar filling his ears, and all sound seemed to vanish, leaving him groping alone in a silent world. Then, everything went dark; the earth was plunged into absolute darkness, with not a single ray of light to guide him to the other side. "

What's happening to me? What's happening to me!" Alaska tried to scream, but his vocal cords felt like they were being scalded by boiling water; he didn't even have the strength to shout. The immense pressure of the energy circle had caused blood to gush from his face, leaving him lying there like a blood-soaked figure.

Seeing Alaska suffer such cruel torment, several Purple-Gold Warriors couldn't help but want to help, and some even ignited their Purple-Gold flames, ready to attack the energy circle. However, Hubert stopped them all. "

Don't worry, I have no ill intentions towards him. I estimate he'll soon reach a peak state that you can't even dream of!" Hubert assured them sincerely. "

But our leader is like this…" the young man, clearly their leader, hesitated. From his previous conversation with their leader, the others could sense the deep friendship between them, so they weren't bothered by Hubert's obstruction. But seeing their leader suffering such pain deeply saddened them. "

Destruction precedes construction, you should understand that principle, right? Your leader is at this stage. I believe it won't be long before your leader's realm reaches another level, believe me!" Hubert's serious demeanor immediately stopped the warriors in their tracks.

Sure enough, under the immense pressure of the energy circle, Alaska began his transformation. Bleeding from his face, he was oblivious to his surroundings. He was now enveloped in darkness, a vast and boundless expanse that evoked a sense of silence and emptiness. He walked alone on this dark road, seemingly without end. He walked relentlessly, firmly believing that where there is a road, there is an end, and no hardship could stop him. Suddenly, a faint light appeared before him. He seemed to find the strength to move forward and quickened his pace towards the light. He ran for an unknown amount of time, until the light grew brighter and brighter. Finally… finally, he reached his destination. The warm light shone upon him, warming his body.

At that moment, Alaska's body was also undergoing a transformation. From afar, a platinum-gold light emanated from his heart. Though small, this light gave hope. The platinum-gold light spread throughout his body with lightning speed, flowing through his meridians, and soon his body was enveloped in a layer of platinum-gold light. Slowly, as the energy circle continued to press down, the platinum light, not to be outdone, unleashed countless rays of light, resisting the oppressive force. In fact, the platinum light seemed to have the upper hand, lifting Alaska's body upwards. As his body rose, Alaska's damaged body, now radiating platinum light, rapidly repaired itself at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, quickly recovering completely.

To everyone's astonishment, Alaska suddenly opened his eyes, emitting two beams of divine light. Then, with a loud shout, a platinum ball of energy flew from his fist, striking the slowly descending energy circle. With a boom, a blindingly bright light flashed in mid-air, disappearing in an instant, leaving Alaska, unharmed and radiating platinum light, suspended in mid-air. "

Congratulations! Congratulations, Brother Alaska, you've successfully advanced!" Hubert leaped to Alaska's side, offering his congratulations.

"Brother Hubert, please don't say that. If it weren't for your help, would I have been able to even glimpse a Saint Seiya?" Alaska smiled slightly and said. "

Then congratulations! Congratulations on becoming the second Saint Seiya on the continent!" Hubert clasped his hands together and laughed. "

Hehe, without your help and the platinum energy left in my body by the young master, I think advancing would have been extremely difficult!" Alaska slowly lowered himself, patted Hubert's shoulder, and sighed. "

It seems your master has high expectations for you!" Hubert was genuinely happy for him, but a hint of melancholy flashed in his eyes, making his words seem somewhat insincere.

Alaska's insight was exceptional; he was fortunate enough to catch Hubert's fleeting melancholy and smiled at him: "Hubert, actually, with your skills, you could easily have joined someone else!" "Hmph, if I were to pledge allegiance to someone else, this continent would soon be plunged into chaos. Where would I find a wise ruler? Besides, given my status as the leader of the Assassin's Guild, I'd probably be hunted down and killed before I even found a worthy successor!" Hubert snorted, a hint of desolation in his voice. "

Actually, there is a wise ruler right before your eyes. Why don't you give it a try?" Alaska laughed heartily. "

Who is it?" Hubert asked hastily, a hint of joy in his voice.

"My master!" Alaska said calmly. However, his brows revealed boundless reverence for me. "

Your master? I'm afraid this will be difficult. The destruction of the Assassin's Guild was probably ordered by your master!" After receiving Alaska's affirmative look, he smiled bitterly: "And after I've assassinated your master and mistress time and time again, will he still accept me?" "Don't worry, Hubert!" "Actually, the master is a very good person. If you hadn't sent someone to assassinate one of the mistresses, the master wouldn't have been so furious and wanted to wipe you out. And I guarantee you'll be appreciated by the master, after all, he's a magnanimous man!" Alaska patted his shoulder and smiled. " I

hope so!" Hubert's lips curled into a bitter smile, finally agreeing to go with Alaska. The news of the Assassin's Guild's destruction spread, causing waves of excitement across the continent. What kind of force could have uprooted the Assassin's Guild without leaving a trace? It was simply unbelievable. Some speculated that a powerful dark force on the continent had destroyed it, while others wondered if the Assassin's Guild's ruthlessness had aroused the hatred of the major powers, leading to their joint efforts to eliminate it. The reasons remained purely speculative. Of course, the Assassin's Guild's destruction brought joy to some and sorrow to others, with the Hain family on the White Tiger Continent being the most furious. "Damn it, who...who had to attack at this crucial moment, ruining our plans!" Harley had already smashed four tables in succession, and even swear words, which he rarely used, slipped from his mouth! "Master, why be so angry? So what if the Assassin's Guild is destroyed? We can just find other assassin organizations to avenge our son!" Harley's wife, Biles, comforted him from the side. Biles was once a vain farm girl who, because of her beauty, caught Harley's eye and was taken into his household. In her early years, because of her lowly status, the other concubines often humiliated her. However, after she gave birth to the only son in the Harin family, the situation changed drastically. Those concubines, because they hadn't produced any sons or daughters for a long time, were all banished to the cold palace in Harley's anger, leaving only her as the main wife. With her son's increasing importance, her status rose accordingly, and her position as the main wife stabilized. Now, discovering that her only son had been crippled, she was naturally heartbroken. Now, she assumed Harley was troubled by this matter, hence her earlier words of comfort. "You woman, what do you know? The assassination of the man who crippled his son is a small matter; the destruction of the Assassin's Guild led to the leakage of some important intelligence, which is the biggest loss to our Harin family. Besides, I arranged for those assassins to handle all the assassinations of the royal family members, so where am I supposed to find another group to assassinate them now!" Harley sighed, sitting in his chair. "Master, are you perhaps planning to usurp the throne?" Biles exclaimed, her eyes wide. "So what if I usurp the throne? Our Harin family has silently contributed to the Falk royal family for so many years, and what have they given us in return? It would be better if we just became the first royal family!" Harley said ambitiously. "Then I have a chance to become the queen of a country!" Biles exclaimed excitedly. "Do it, do it, do it! All you think about is future wealth and glory, what have you actually done!" Harley was already angry, and Biles added fuel to the fire, making him even more furious. “Master, I’m just happy for you!” Billes said, feeling wronged. “Listen to me, you’d better take back your long tongue, or you’ll be the first to die!” Harley said, staring at Billes with a fierce look. “Master…” Billes pleaded. “Get back to the back and watch over our son!” Harley roared at her.

"Yes!" Biles reluctantly withdrew.

Inside the secret room of the Academy's Dream Restaurant, there was me, Mike, Alaska, and a visitor—Hubert, the leader of the Assassin's Guild.

"Young Master, this is Hubert, the founder of the Assassin's Guild and the grand-disciple of the Overlord!" Alaska bowed slightly to me respectfully.

"Oh, is that so?" I, who was sitting in a chair sipping tea, slowly placed my teacup on the table, my eyes flashing with divine light as I swept them over the bowing Hubert.

When those two beams of light struck Hubert, his body stiffened slightly. Such sharp eyes! That was Hubert's first impression of me, followed by a powerful aura that made him feel a chill. As expected of a legendary Saint Seiya, his aura alone was enough to inspire fear. I wondered what my chances of victory were against him! Hubert thought to himself.

I had no way of knowing the changes in Hubert's mind, but seeing him remain calm and composed under my imposing aura made me admire him as a truly talented individual. No wonder the Assassin's Guild could wield such power across the continent; it seemed to have a significant connection to his leadership.

"You're really impressive!" I exclaimed. Even Alaska couldn't remain calm under the pressure of my aura. However, judging from his restrained demeanor, he had probably made further progress in his cultivation during the previous battle.

"Thank you for your praise!" Although he had overcome this hurdle, an even greater challenge lay ahead, so he remained humble in the face of my compliments.

I sensed a hint of tension emanating from him and chuckled, “Actually, you don’t need to be nervous. When you repeatedly hunted me and Kana, I was truly impulsive, wanting to wipe you and your assassin guild from this world. However, I quickly realized that everyone has the right to choose to live, and as the executors of this world, when someone is killed, it only tells them that this world has eliminated that life. And when you escape that fate, you will adapt to this new world even better. So, thinking about this, I calmed down. Regarding the destruction of your assassin guild, I can only apologize. Your assassin guild is no longer suitable to be the executors of this world, and I had no choice but to use violence to eliminate it. If you want to be the executors of this world again, I will give you a new chance!”

“Thank you for your appreciation, Young Master! I will do my utmost to fulfill everything you have entrusted to me!” Hubert said excitedly. Hearing a hint of appreciation in my tone, Hubert was extremely excited, and when I promised to give him another chance to be the executor of this world, his surging emotions remained unsettled for a long time.

"Get up, just call me Young Master like they do!" I said calmly.

"Yes, Young Master!" Hubert replied respectfully.

At this moment, Mike, who was standing to the side, extended his hand and said with a smile, "Hubert, welcome to our big group!"

"Thank you for the compliment!" Hubert also extended a hand to shake hands with Mike. In the midst of their handshake, Hubert secretly sent a wisp of his inner energy into Mike's body. At this moment, a glint flashed in Mike's eyes, but he remained unmoved and let him do as he pleased. Unexpectedly, the inner energy that entered his body was like a stone sinking into the sea, without any further reaction. This made Hubert feel a sense of mystery about this short and fat middle-aged man.

He didn't expect that the man in front of him was also unfathomably powerful. It seems that those who can work by the Young Master's side are all hidden masters. This made him want to understand me more deeply.

"Hubert, don't you think I'm right? The Young Master isn't the kind of person who is petty, is he?" Alaska patted his shoulder and said cheerfully.

"Hehe..." Hubert chuckled twice in response, seemingly still quite reserved about his current identity and hesitant to open up.

"Hubert, feel free to open up here, no one will blame you. Don't forget, I'm a young man, and youthful energy is always our theme." To lighten the mood, I couldn't help but chuckle.

Hearing my reassuring words, the small knot in Hubert's heart began to loosen. Amidst Alaska's hearty laughter and Mike's amiable smile, the three of them immediately became friends, chatting and laughing, creating a lively atmosphere. After letting

them vent, I coughed lightly twice, indicating that I had something to discuss with them.

"Hubert, who hired you to assassinate me?" I still couldn't get over the person who hired the assassin to kill me. No one wanted to be assassinated again; only by addressing the root cause could the problem be solved.

“This…Young Master, according to the rules of the assassin world, we are not allowed to leak any information about our clients. However, with the destruction of the Assassin's Guild, this rule has been broken!” Hubert initially seemed troubled, but then, considering his current identity, he felt relieved.

“Then tell me, who hired you to assassinate me?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. No one noticed the murderous intent lurking behind those deep eyes.

“It was the patriarch of the Hayne family!” Hubert replied.

“Oh, the patriarch of the Hayne family? Isn't he the head of the family?” I was quite surprised.

"No, their patriarch doted on his only grandson. Hearing that you, young master, had crippled him, he was furious and wanted to avenge his grandson. However, considering his own status, he entrusted this task to us. In the Harin family, the real power doesn't lie with the patriarch, Harley, but with their patriarch. Even the Falk royal family treats him with utmost respect. However, they've recently been plotting a major conspiracy, attempting to usurp the throne, and they even want to use our Assassin's Guild to assassinate important members of the royal family. Unfortunately, the destruction of the Assassin's Guild must have infuriated them, and they're probably currently preoccupied with this conspiracy!" Hubert sighed softly, as if the destruction of his own Assassin's Guild was none of his concern.

"Heh heh, the Harin family again! It seems that crippling their precious heir has made them hate me so much!" I exhaled lightly and smiled faintly.

"Young master, should I have this old servant handle this for you?" Mike, as expected of a shrewd man, immediately knew what to do.

"Heh heh, Uncle Mike, don't you think this game is quite fun?" I chuckled lightly, then continued, "For these audacious rats, let this weak little cat like me end their lives!"

My playful expression sent a chill down the spines of the three men present. It seemed that as my enemies, they were in for a rough time, a thought shared by all three.

Chapter 133 of the Stormy Era: Disaster Approaches .

"Harbin, how's General Longke doing?" Harley asked his distant cousin, Harbin, who was leisurely sipping tea. "

Cousin, don't worry, I've taken care of everything with General Longke. We're just waiting for you to raise your banner," Harbin said casually. "

Cousin, it's best to be careful. The situation on the mainland is unstable right now. If the news leaks out, we might be powerless!" Harley kindly advised his only cousin. "

Cousin, don't you trust me to handle things? You can just sit back and enjoy the fruits of my labor!" Harbin said dismissively. Even now, my cousin still doesn't believe I have the ability, so I'll show him properly, Harben thought to himself.

Hopefully! A hint of worry lingered between Harley's brows; the oppressive atmosphere in the hall made him feel as if something bad was about to happen.

Just then, a young general in armor rushed in, panting, "Master...Master, General Long...General Long Ke...was...assassinated while inspecting...the...the camp!" What? Is it really true that bad news travels fast? No...impossible! My plan was so meticulous, how could the news have leaked? I must have misheard. Harley composed himself, grabbed a cup of hot tea from the table, and handed it to the young general, saying kindly, "Have a cup of tea to soothe your throat first!" "Thank you for the gift, Master!" The young general looked gratefully at his clan leader and drank the tea in one gulp. After finishing the tea, his parched throat finally felt relieved.

"Has, repeat that message again!" Harley asked with a smile.

Seeing the smiling expression on his patriarch's face, Has swallowed hard and repeated the message he had just relayed.

With a snap, Harley crushed the armrests of the chair he was sitting on. Harley was truly annoyed; his wish had come true, but there was no good news at all.

Meanwhile, Haben, who was sitting in a chair drinking tea, couldn't help but tremble upon hearing the news, spilling tea all over his newly bought clothes. The scalding tea made him frantically wipe his clothes.

Harley squinted at Haben, who was wiping his clothes with a towel, and said with a grim face, "Haben, this is the mess you've made!" "Cousin, let me explain! I was having a very pleasant conversation with General Longke, and he was perfectly fine when I arrived. Who would have thought…" Haben said, feigning helplessness. "

You…" Harley exclaimed angrily. "

Master, General Longke was indeed assassinated after Lord Haben left." "I was there too. The general was inspecting the camp when a clumsy soldier bumped into him. We were going to tie the soldier up and hand him over to the general, but unexpectedly, the general fell to the ground with a dagger in his chest, and the soldier disappeared in the chaos," Haas explained. "

It seems this was a planned assassination. Using a soldier's identity to get close to Longke, and then escaping in the chaos—what a deep scheme! Could it be an assassination sent by the Falk royal family? Impossible, they still don't know Longke is on my side. Could it be…?" Having regained his composure, Harley wasn't blinded by anger, but as he analyzed the situation more deeply, his face grew increasingly pale. "Something's wrong!

Someone is specifically targeting our family! Immediately order all family members to stop the subversion plan!" Harley suddenly stood up from his chair, shocked and furious.

But before he could relay this order, another unfortunate piece of news arrived: the Hain family's moles within the Falk royal family had been completely eradicated, and even some secret figures known only to him had died mysteriously. This chilling news caused Harley to slump into his chair. His decades-long conspiracy had backfired, leaving him heartbroken and filled with sorrow. "

Cousin, don't worry so much. Perhaps it's just a coincidence!" Haben comforted him. In truth, even he couldn't believe such a coincidence existed. Just as Harley said, someone was specifically targeting their family. "

Haha...hehe, it's a conspiracy, a conspiracy against our family!" Harley's face alternated between laughter and tears, making everyone wonder if he had gone mad. Harley

's actions had already alarmed the other high-ranking members of the family. Seeing their patriarch like this, they looked at each other, unsure what to do. Someone suggested, "Why not just ask the patriarch to come out of seclusion?" This suggestion won everyone's approval. "

No need for you to ask, I'm coming out, hahaha..." A middle-aged man emerged from the back hall. How can you call him a middle-aged man? Look at his thick, black hair, his dark eyes that occasionally flash with a sharp light, and his square face that shows no signs of age. With his robust and tall figure, would you call him an old man? Who would imagine that this old monster has lived for over two hundred years, in the same era as the Overlord God, and whose reputation was no less than his back then? He was once ranked third on the list of the Ten Great Masters, the Swift Hundred Swordsman, Dorrant. "

What's wrong with you all? You all look so worried, like you've lost your parents." Dorrant said half-jokingly, looking at his great-grandchildren.

When he saw them all shaking their heads in silence, his gaze finally fell on the family leader, Harley. Seeing Harley's frantic state, Dorrant showed a look of disappointment, and sighed softly: "Alas, such an old man, why can't you bear the pain of defeat?" A hint of heartache flickered in Dorrant's expression as he whispered in Harley's ear, "Hmph, if you don't wake up now, when will you? Do you want to be a coward?" A thunderous roar suddenly rang in Harley's ears, jolting him from his frenzied state. When Harley saw all the family members gathered in the hall, he said listlessly, "You're all here!" His dejected expression was heartbreaking to witness.

As Harley's gaze swept over everyone and settled on Dorrant, he finally couldn't hold back his tears. He lowered his head and walked to Dorrant, saying, "Ancestor, everything is over. I... I have failed you!" Seeing Harley's sorrowful appearance, Dorrant patted his shoulder and smiled, "Little Harley, don't be sad. I am very satisfied with everything you have done for the family. How could you say you have failed me?" "Ancestor, everything the family has now is destroyed, and a powerful enemy is watching us. We are finished, we are finished!" "Cheer up! Is this how you became the patriarch of our esteemed Hain family? If so, you'd be better off not being one at all. You're so easily discouraged and listless after the slightest setback. Is this the kind of

example you should set for yourself as patriarch? You need to understand that you must consider the consequences of failure in everything you do. You must learn to find your shortcomings in failure so you can make up for them more quickly. Don't just focus on superficial success, understand? If you're always frustrated, confused, and unable to bear the blows of failure, you, Hain, are not worthy of being a descendant of Dorant!" Dorant shouted. "

But Ancestor, I…" Hain's lips moved slightly, his eyes glazed over. "

Don't say anything more, little Hain. Ancestor will support you. Just do what you should do!" Dorant patted his shoulder encouragingly.

"Thank you… thank you for your kindness, Ancestor!" Two tears streamed down Hain's face as he said emotionally.

Everyone should learn to grow up. Although you've entered middle age, knowledge is inexhaustible. Only by constantly absorbing knowledge can you grow faster and become an outstanding person! Harley heard Dorrant's gentle, encouraging voice. "

Thank you for your teachings, ancestor. I will always remember them!" The tears welling in Harley's eyes weren't tears of disappointment or sadness, but two lines of tears of wisdom from receiving the elder's guidance.

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