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Faint Sunset enveloped the land, and the Desolate Autumn Wind ravaged the vast wilderness, now approaching the Cold Winter season. Within these gusts of Autumn Wind was a hint of chill that brushed against the skin, evoking an involuntary sense of coldness that even the rays of the setting sun could not dispel.
Outside the town, a White Figure gradually emerged, coming closer from afar, slowly walking in the direction of the town.
His pace was not fast, but there was no hesitation in his steps; each stride followed seamlessly after another, revealing a sense of steadiness. Moments later, a young man appeared before the town.
Dressed in a White Robe that billowed wildly with the Autumn Wind, his long black hair was tightly bound with a cloth strip. On his back rested a Seven-Foot Long Blade, its Blade Sheath made of Fine Iron reflecting dazzling light under the sunset. As he looked around, his Jet Black Eyes revealed a faint chill, as if he had experienced countless life-and-death trials, devoid of any youthful vigor or vitality.
Chaoyang Town
After years of rain and wind, the three large characters above the town gate had become somewhat blurred. If it weren't for Sun Zhe's keen eyesight surpassing that of ordinary people, he probably wouldn't have been able to read them so clearly.
Indeed, this young man was Sun Zhe, who had escaped from Xuan Yuan County. However, he was no longer in Xuan Yuan County, but rather in Xuanfeng County. Yet this Xuanfeng County still lay within the territory of Xuan Prefecture, and it remained under the influence of the Golden Thunder Sect. The name of this town, Chaoyang Town, was unfamiliar to Sun Zhe, clearly an unremarkable and obscure place.
Walking from Beifeng City to this Chaoyang Town, Sun Zhe did not stroll leisurely like a traveler or tourist. Along the way, he had lost count of how many people he had killed; the sharp Blade of his Long Sword had dulled from use. What was once an ordinary Weapon had transformed into a deadly instrument of murder—all because of a bounty issued by the Golden Thunder Sect, with him as the target.
A bounty for the traitor Sun Zhe was placed throughout all of Xuan Prefecture. Anyone who captured him and delivered him to any branch of the Golden Thunder Sect would receive unimaginable rewards and even be allowed to make a request to them... Who could resist such tempting conditions? Under such immense incentives, cultivators from various regions began to mobilize towards Xuan Yuan County, with those surrounding it searching through forests for any sign of Sun Zhe.
These individuals were not necessarily strong; there were both powerful and weak among them. However, their numbers far exceeded what Sun Zhe had imagined. Some resorted to despicable tactics like poisoning—common practice for them. To capture Sun Zhe, they would stop at nothing; naturally, he showed no mercy in return.
Now, Sun Zhe chose an unconventional approach. While others believed he was hiding in the woods, he boldly appeared on the main road, managing to shake off many pursuers. However, he understood that the bounty issued by the Golden Thunder Sect was merely a tactic; it was likely they would send stronger individuals to hunt him down, perhaps already on their way.
Looking at the town ahead, Sun Zhe casually brushed off some dust from his clothes and stepped into the town.
On either side of the street stood houses that seemed aged by time. The center featured a road about ten feet wide, paved with Azure Stone Slab, with many cracks appearing in various places. The Autumn Wind swept through, stirring up clouds of dust that carried a hint of desolation.
With his eyes slightly narrowed, Sun Zhe suddenly slowed his pace. The situation in this town felt strange; since entering it, he had yet to see even a single figure—this defied logic.
"Creek..."
A sound like teeth gnashing echoed as the town's large door began to move on its own. Under the gaze of Sun Zhe, the two thick wooden doors slowly closed together, blocking his way back.
Whoosh...
With a sharp whistle, a black figure flashed past from the side street. Sun Zhe turned around suddenly, but when he looked up, there was nothing there.
Whoosh... Whoosh... Whoosh...
A series of piercing whistles rang out, and countless Black Figures appeared around him. This time, they did not make any effort to conceal themselves. Moments later, these figures revealed their forms; people dressed in black appeared throughout the streets, on rooftops, and in attics... Across the entire town, there were at least a hundred of them, each with a cold expression, tightly locking their gaze on Sun Zhe and surrounding him.
Sun Zhe's eyes turned cold. He realized that his Long Sword had somehow found its way into his right hand. He slightly turned his body and coldly stared at the suddenly appearing figures. At this moment, he understood that he was likely ambushed by someone from the same faction.
"Come out..." Sun Zhe said calmly.
Tap Tap Tap Tap... Tap Tap Tap Tap...
The heavy sound of footsteps echoed again on the street. In an instant, a tall figure emerged from the other end of the street.
It was a Middle-Aged Man wearing a Gray Combat Suit. His thick brows and rough features made him appear very imposing. A vicious scar ran across his dark face, adding to his fierce aura. Both sleeves were rolled up high, and in his thick hands, he held a large knife with a purple blade that emitted countless dazzling rays of light.
Sun Zhe's eyes narrowed as he realized that everyone around him was holding a Purple Great Blade.
"Didn’t expect this, did you, Sun Zhe? Surprised that we would be waiting for you here?" The burly man licked his chest and grinned at Sun Zhe as he spoke.
"Let me introduce myself first. I am Wang Wu, the Deputy Sect Master of the Purple Blade Sect in Xuanfeng County, and these are my elite disciples from the Purple Blade Sect. You should understand our intentions... To be honest, I have no interest in your grievances with the Golden Thunder Sect, nor do I wish to inquire further. However, the Golden Thunder Sect has made a promise to exchange your life for a Human-Grade Martial Technique. I doubt many would refuse such an offer... I also don't want to resort to any underhanded tactics. If you don't want to lose an arm or a leg, just come with me obediently..." Wang Wu said casually as he stepped forward, showing little concern. If it weren't for this Human-Grade Martial Technique, he wouldn't care about such matters.
As far as he knew, Sun Zhe was merely a Seven Star Thunder Master. Although there must be something extraordinary about him to warrant a wanted notice from the Golden Thunder Sect, a Thunder Master was still just a Thunder Master, and there was an insurmountable gap between them and a Thunder Sovereign. He was confident that with his Four-Star Thunder Sovereign strength, he could easily take down Sun Zhe, especially with so many disciples from the Purple Blade Sect around.
Hearing Wang Wu's words, Sun Zhe curled his lips slightly. He had already escaped from the siege of so many powerful individuals at the Xuanlei Sect Great Hall; why should he surrender here in this town? The Purple Blade Sect was something Sun Zhe had heard of before; it was a Third-Rank Sect within Xuanfeng County and was overall weaker than the Xuan Lei Sect.
"If you know what's good for you, you should retreat now. Otherwise, all these disciples of the Purple Blade Sect, including yourself, will die here today!" Sun Zhe's eyes flashed with wild intent as he pointed his Long Sword and spoke coldly.
Although Sun Zhe was currently only a Seven Star Thunder Master, he possessed an exceptionally pure Thunder Power within him. Coupled with his Sword Technique that had already reached the Third Realm, even a one-star or two-star Thunder Sovereign would not be his opponent. Only those at three or four stars could barely match him; perhaps only those who had reached the later stages or achieved great perfection could slightly surpass him.
Wang Wu was merely a Four-Star Thunder Sovereign, so Sun Zhe felt no fear. As for the first-tier Thunder Master disciples nearby, with Sun Zhe's speed and agility, he was least afraid of chaotic battles.
"Ungrateful fool, attack!"
Wang Wu's eyes flashed with anger as his scarred face twitched slightly. He shouted angrily at Sun Zhe. In his view, there were people in this world who liked to refuse a toast only to drink a penalty drink; to him, Sun Zhe was undoubtedly one of those people."
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