The Sundering Legion had barely begun to settle into their claimed War Shrine when the air trembled with an ominous pressure. From the distance, a blood-red banner flickered against the darkened sky, moving steadily toward them.
Jiang Chen's golden-amber eyes narrowed.
"They didn't waste any time," Bai Muchen muttered, cracking his knuckles.
Xiao Dong scoffed. "Bastards must think they can just take this shrine from us."
Qin Tian exhaled slowly, his sword pulsing with latent energy. "That's because they've crushed every faction they've come across so far. The Blood Dragon Brotherhood doesn't believe in fair battles—they overwhelm, they slaughter, and they take."
Jiang Chen's smirk widened. "Then they're in for a surprise."
The Blood Dragon Brotherhood wasn't just another faction. It was a collective of ruthless warriors, comprised of renegades, exiled geniuses, and bloodthirsty mercenaries. They didn't fight for honor, sects, or families—they fought for domination and survival.
And leading them was Yan Zixian, a towering man clad in crimson battle robes, his long black hair tied back in a single braid. His eyes were like pools of molten iron—cold, unreadable, and filled with battle-hardened malice.
With him were twenty warriors, all emanating terrifying battle auras. Their collective presence alone was enough to make the earth beneath them tremble.
Jiang Chen stepped forward, his Chaos Qi swirling around him like a silent storm. He raised his voice just enough to carry across the battlefield.
"You took one look at our shrine and thought it belonged to you?"
Yan Zixian stopped a few meters away, his blood-red eyes locking onto Jiang Chen. "No. I took one look at you and thought you weren't fit to have it."
Silence.
Then—
Xiao Dong burst into laughter. "Hah! This idiot really thinks he can walk up and just take it?"
Bai Muchen rolled his shoulders, his muscles swelling with suppressed strength. "Doesn't matter if they think they can. The question is whether they actually can."
Yan Zixian smirked. "You think you've earned your place here because you beat a single guardian?" His fingers flexed, his battle intent surging like a blood-drenched tide. "Then let's see if you can hold onto it."
He raised his arm.
The Blood Dragon Brotherhood charged.
The moment the Blood Dragon Brotherhood moved, the battlefield erupted into chaos.
Yan Zixian led the charge, his twin blood-iron sabers flashing as he tore through the air toward Jiang Chen.
A flame cultivator in crimson robes hurled a sea of blood-colored fire, attempting to engulf the battlefield in an inferno.
A pair of shadow assassins vanished into thin air, their killing intent locking onto Qin Tian and Xia Qingren.
The Sundering Legion reacted instantly.
Bai Muchen met Yan Zixian's charge head-on, his Titanblood Physique flaring as he threw a punch that collided against the sabers in a thunderous impact.
Jiang Chen disappeared mid-step, activating Voidwalker just as the bloodfire came roaring toward him. He reappeared behind the flame cultivator and struck with a Chaos-infused Heaven Sundering Palm.
BOOOOOOM!
The cultivator barely managed to block, but the sheer force of the attack sent him flying back, his arms shaking violently from the impact.
Xiao Dong roared, his Stormbreaking Gauntlets crackling with violent energy, intercepting two Blood Dragon warriors with a rapid flurry of punches that left the very air trembling.
Qin Tian moved like a phantom, his sword drawing a crescent arc of lethal precision as he met the assassins mid-air, forcing them back with sheer speed.
The battlefield was a maelstrom of destruction, warriors clashing with unrelenting ferocity.
But Jiang Chen's focus was locked on Yan Zixian.
Their gazes met.
And in an instant.
The real battle began.
Yan Zixian moved like a living tempest, his twin sabers cutting through the air in a flurry of blood-red arcs.
Jiang Chen's Voidwalker activated instinctively, allowing him to phase through the first strike, but before he could counter—
Yan Zixian twisted mid-air, bringing his second saber down in a brutal cleave.
Jiang Chen barely managed to block with his spear, but the impact sent vibrations through his entire body.
This guy is strong.
Yan Zixian's smirk widened. "Your speed is impressive."
Jiang Chen exhaled slowly, stepping back. "And your arrogance is annoying."
Without warning, he struck—
Chaotic Heaven Sundering Strike!
The air twisted violently, the sheer force of the attack distorting the battlefield.
Yan Zixian's sabers crossed, attempting to block—
BOOOOOOOM!
A shockwave ripped through the land, sending both warriors skidding backward.
The battlefield fell silent for a brief moment.
Yan Zixian's arms trembled slightly, his eyes filled with awe and frustration. "That power… What kind of Qi is that?"
Jiang Chen smirked. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
While Jiang Chen battled Yan Zixian, the rest of the Sundering Legion fought with unrelenting ferocity.
Bai Muchen roared as he tore through Blood Dragon warriors, his Titan's Ascension increasing his size and strength to terrifying levels. His fists shattered weapons and crushed armor, sending enemies flying like ragdolls.
Xiao Dong was a storm of destruction, his war gauntlets breaking bones with every hit. He fought like a rabid beast, his every punch causing the air itself to shudder.
Qin Tian's swordplay was deadly elegance, each strike lethal and precise, cutting through the assassins with absolute efficiency.
The Blood Dragon Brotherhood was strong.
But the Sundering Legion was stronger.
And then—
Yan Zixian's patience snapped.
A terrifying aura exploded from his body, his sabers trembling as he unleashed a hidden technique.
"Blood Dragon Awakening."
BOOOOOOOOM!
His body was engulfed in a crimson storm, his muscles bulging, his speed and power skyrocketing. His eyes burned with pure killing intent.
Jiang Chen exhaled, his Chaos Qi roaring in response.
Looks like I'll have to get serious too.
Their battle—
Was far from over.