The sky was dark, the moon hidden behind thick clouds. The Martial Hall trembled as distant explosions echoed across the land.
Xian Zhen and the elite disciples stood at the entrance of the Forbidden Archives, their expressions sharp.
Elder Bai's voice was serious. "The Shadow Sect is moving faster than expected. If they're attacking the outer disciple grounds, they aren't just here to test us—they're here to kill."
Lei Shang crossed his arms. "We should eliminate them before they spread further."
Jiang Hu grinned. "Finally, a real fight!"
Feng Yu smirked. "Be careful. If they dared to attack the Martial Hall, they must have a plan."
Xian cracked his knuckles. "Tch. Let's find out how strong these 'shadows' really are."
With that, they vanished, moving toward the battlefield at terrifying speed.
The Outer Disciple Grounds – A Battlefield of Darkness
When they arrived, the scene was pure chaos.
Dozens of disciples lay injured, groaning in pain. Buildings were shattered, and the air was filled with the scent of burning wood.
In the middle of it all, twenty masked warriors stood in formation, their robes marked with the Shadow Sect's emblem. Their eyes glowed red with killing intent.
One of them stepped forward, his voice chilling. "So, the elite disciples have arrived."
Xian smirked. "You attacked my sect. That means you're prepared to die, right?"
The warrior chuckled. "No, boy. We're here to take you. Alive or dead—it doesn't matter."
Feng Yu's smile darkened. "They must think we're weak."
Lei Shang's eyes flashed with lightning. "Let's teach them otherwise."
The Battle Begins
BOOM!
The masked warriors charged at terrifying speed. Some wielded dark blades, others cast shadow techniques that swallowed the light.
Lei Shang raised his hand—CRACKLE!—a bolt of lightning struck the ground, sending shockwaves through the battlefield.
Jiang Hu leaped forward, swinging his giant war hammer, smashing three enemies into the ground with one strike.
Feng Yu moved like the wind, dodging attacks with ease before slicing through two warriors with her wind daggers.
But Xian…
He vanished.
A masked warrior blinked. "Where did he—"
BAM!
Xian reappeared behind him and punched straight through his chest, sending him flying.
Another warrior tried to stab him from behind—
WHOOSH!
Xian's white energy flared, forming a barrier that shattered the blade. He grabbed the attacker's neck and slammed him into the ground, creating a deep crater.
The remaining warriors hesitated. "Impossible… He's stronger than we thought!"
Xian's smirk widened. "Tch. Was that all?"
But then—
A Stronger Enemy Appears
BOOM!
A terrifying aura exploded in the distance. The wind howled, and the ground cracked.
From the shadows, a tall figure emerged—his body covered in black armor, his eyes glowing with power.
Elder Bai's expression darkened. "This is bad… That's not a normal assassin. That's a Shadow Sect General!"
The armored man's voice was deep and cold. "Xian Zhen… You are coming with me."
Xian's excitement grew. His black and white energy surged, causing the air to tremble.
Finally, a worthy opponent.
He grinned. "Then come take me."
The real battle was about to begin.
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