Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys The gates of Turbulent Watch’s stronghold creaked open to reveal the Head Watchman Meng Dancheng and the various lieutenants, sergeants, and the rest of the Watch who waited amid nine tolls of the stronghold’s main bell.
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys While the unlikely couple of Tang Wu and Han Zhe Yue were locked against each other in what seemed like a relationship—or rather, a duel—of intense fervor, more and more Cultivators of Orders Eighth and Ninth were beginning to pop out of the woodwork.
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys Even as she was gripped with terror, Lan Yudie’s training took over before her mind initiated the process of reacting. One of her daggers screamed through the air, heading on a collision course with the incoming sword. But the dagger shot wide; the sword was just too fast like a lightning bolt.
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys When Lan Yudie began her attack, Amber was just thirty meters away and closing. A spell came screaming at it, but the tiger’s massive girth lurched sideways with amazing agility and easily evaded the attack. At the same time, Lu Ye bent up and pulled a leap off Amber’s back that emulated what Lan Yudie did and hurled himself towards one of the enemies, a woman in red.
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys “Many amongst the Thousand Demon Ridge sects and orders have been waiting for this day with bated breath. The day when the Crimson Blood Sect would become nothing but a footnote in history. That was when word came out about your existence. The Crimson Blood Sect acolyte who appeared out of nowhere just months ago and the one who would see their deepest wish become nothing more than wishful…
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys Lu Ye’s weapon came back around for another furious hack down at Lan Yudie. Sparks were elicited from the collision. Instead of withdrawing, Lan Yudie had just parried that last blow with the help of a dagger that she had produced out of nowhere.
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys “Well, we’ve found him. So what now? Make contact?” asked another member of the squad, a Sixth-Order Cultivator.