The Warzone was a place where the sun refused to shine.
For months, black clouds hung over it, churning like the breath of a dying god. Mountains were split apart, rivers ran red, and the cries of the slain echoed through the ruined plains.
Here, good and evil had no boundaries — only the strong could breathe.
And within that chaos… a single name had begun to spread like wildfire.
"Lin Feng."
A name whispered in fear by devil cultivators and spoken with reverence by allies of the Eastern Continent.
Where he walked, Devil Sect outposts vanished.
Where he struck, not a single enemy survived.
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The third month of war had begun.
In the midst of the smoldering battlefield, Lin Feng stood atop a cliff of shattered rock, his robes fluttering in the burning wind. Around him lay hundreds of corpses—remnants of the Blood Sect division. Their essence had been completely purified by divine flames, leaving nothing but ash.
Behind him, three figures approached — survivors and comrades from the Sword Sovereign Sect: Lan Yu, her sword dripping crimson; Yang Busi, wounded but grinning; and Li Quexin, her aura sharp as frost.
Yang Busi spat out a mouthful of blood but laughed hoarsely. "You monster. That was the Blood Sect's second branch—one of their pillars. You wiped them out alone before we even arrived!"
Lin Feng didn't answer. His golden eyes scanned the burning horizon. The battlefield wasn't quiet — it was waiting.
"Their leader was too weak," he said finally, his tone calm but cold. "If the Devil Sect truly plans to rise again, they'll send someone stronger soon."
Li Quexin frowned, cleaning her blade. "You've been saying that for months, Lin Feng. Yet every time we think we've reached their true core, we find only more filth."
Lan Yu stepped forward, her gaze lingering on Lin Feng's face. "And yet… you keep going. No rest, no meditation, no sleep. You're burning your soul force to fight continuously. Even for a God Realm expert, that's suicide."
Lin Feng finally turned toward her. "The Devil Sect is regrouping. If I stop now, they'll rebuild faster than we can destroy. Every second counts."
Lan Yu looked away, sighing quietly. "You always carry the world on your shoulders…"
Yang Busi smirked, trying to lighten the heavy air. "Let him be, Lan Yu. He's Lin Feng—the man who made saints retreat. If he says he'll finish it, then maybe the devils themselves should start praying."
Lin Feng's gaze softened slightly at his friends' concern. "I'll rest soon. But first, there's one last nest in the northern ridge. The First Elder of the Devil Sect himself commands it. If he falls, their structure collapses."
At those words, all three of them froze. Even Li Quexin's composure cracked.
"The First Elder?" she whispered. "The one who survived the last holy war? He was a Saint Realm cultivator once!"
Lin Feng nodded. "Not anymore. The last war crippled him — his cultivation fell to half-step Saint. But even so… he's dangerous."
Lan Yu clenched her fists. "Then we go with you."
But Lin Feng shook his head. "No. This one's mine."
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Three nights later.
The northern ridge burned with unnatural crimson light.
Blood clouds swirled around a massive black fortress carved into the mountainside. Dark chants filled the air, and streams of demonic qi erupted from countless sigils etched into the earth.
At the heart of it all sat the First Elder of the Devil Sect, a withered man draped in robes of scarlet and black. His eyes glowed faintly, like dying embers.
"So… he comes at last," the elder muttered, his voice like gravel grinding in a coffin. "Lin Feng, the so-called Dragon of the Sword Sovereign Sect."
His disciples trembled around him. "Elder, should we summon reinforcements?"
"No," the elder said, slowly rising. "I've hidden too long. It's time the world remembers the name Mo Xuantian."
Thunder cracked above as he unleashed his aura. The mountain trembled.
Moments later, the sky split open — and Lin Feng descended.
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Their eyes met.
Two forces collided without a word — divine qi against devilish power.
The very air disintegrated between them.
Mo Xuantian's laughter echoed through the storm. "You've come far, Lin Feng! To reach the God Realm in such short time… perhaps you truly are chosen by heaven."
"Chosen by heaven?" Lin Feng replied coldly. "No. I chose myself."
With that, he drew his sword.
The Azure Sword blazed to life, roaring with divine flame.
Mo Xuantian's blood aura surged in response, his right arm expanding into a massive demonic claw. "Then show me your choice!"
They clashed.
The first strike shattered mountains. The shockwave tore through the ridge, scattering rubble for miles. Lightning crackled through the crimson sky as sword intent and demonic energy collided.
Lin Feng's sword arcs were impossibly fast — each cut precise, each movement infused with dragon essence. Yet Mo Xuantian was no ordinary foe. Every wound he took healed instantly, the blood mist around him thickening with each exchange.
"Your sword burns bright," Mo Xuantian hissed, blocking a downward slash with his claw. "But light always fades."
Lin Feng's expression didn't change. "Then I'll cut down the night."
He leapt backward, his aura flaring — divine light exploding around him.
Then, the Azure Sword Art—Seventh Stance: Heaven's Ruin!
A colossal dragon of light erupted from his blade, its roar shaking the heavens. It dived straight into Mo Xuantian, smashing through his blood barrier.
Boom!
The explosion illuminated the night like dawn.
When the dust settled, Mo Xuantian stood bleeding, one arm torn off, his breath ragged. Yet his smile remained.
"You… fool," he coughed, his blood boiling into mist. "You think killing me will stop what's coming? The ancestor stirs. The higher realm… watches. This world will burn."
Lin Feng's eyes flashed gold. "Then I'll burn them first."
He swung once more — the blade piercing Mo Xuantian's heart.
The elder's body convulsed, then disintegrated into ash. The fortress began to collapse.
Lin Feng sheathed his sword, his expression unreadable as he watched the mountain crumble.
Another enemy gone. Another victory bought with blood.
But above him, hidden within the black clouds, countless crimson eyes blinked open — faint, distant, but watching.
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Back at the Sword Sovereign Sect's encampment, messengers rushed through the night shouting the same words again and again:
"The First Elder of the Devil Sect has fallen! Lin Feng has slain Mo Xuantian!"
The camp erupted in cheers. Soldiers and cultivators shouted his name.
Lan Yu smiled faintly from the tent entrance. "He did it again."
But Li Quexin's face remained serious. "No… it's not over yet."
She looked up at the crimson sky that refused to fade.
"Each time he wins, the storm grows darker."