Yang Hao let out a light whistle. A brilliant glow erupted from Ying Yue as it was unsheathed, enabling Yang Hao to unleash the Lightsaber Style’s ultimate technique, “Aurora.”
Although this Aurora wasn’t as powerful as when executed with the Treasure Sword, Ying Yue was still a divine artifact. In an instant, small flame-like sword beams shot out in all directions, radiating toward the Shen Shu Sword Group.
Aurora was an indiscriminate area attack. It targeted not only Haik but also the hostages in his grasp.
Yang Hao’s assault caught Haik completely off guard. He had assumed Yang Hao would never dare harm his own brother, but to his shock, Yang’s first move was such a devastating attack.
“Damn it! Just like me, he betrays his own brothers!” Haik inwardly cursed. But with the Aurora approaching, he had no time to dwell on it. He immediately shoved the hostage in front of him as a human shield.
If Yang Hao had already decided to betray his brother, then this hostage was of no use. Not only Haik thought this way—other deputies of the Shen Shu Sword Group did the same, placing their hostages before them as shields.
Thus, people with different personalities make different judgments. One who betrays his brothers assumes everyone else will do the same.
But Yang Hao would never do such a thing.
Just as the Aurora filled the sky and was about to pierce the five hostages, Elder Hurd somehow produced a long axe from nowhere and casually swung it.
The axe strike, like a cosmic cleavage, struck the Aurora head-on. The countless sword beams Yang Hao had launched vanished simultaneously.
At the same time, Yang Hao’s entire body turned white, and a faint shadow darted out—his Yuan Ying. It shot forth at lightning speed and rescued the five hostages in an instant.
This entire sequence of actions, though described slowly, was completed within a single second.
As Haik and his men pushed the hostages forward, their vision blurred. When they regained clarity, the five captives of the Shen Shu Sword Group were already standing behind Yang Hao. The swordsmen of the Hao Sword Group immediately draped new cloaks over them.
“Dan Ding!” Yang Hao clenched his fist.
“Hao!!” A thunderous response echoed through the heavens.
Haik was stunned.
He felt his personal tragedy was about to begin. He had never regretted anything so deeply in his life. He bitterly regretted provoking Yang Hao, this little scourge.
History had already proven that anyone who crossed Yang Hao had been eliminated, and any sword group that offended him had been wiped out.
Among the Ten Sword Streams, anyone who had opposed Yang Hao had lost their divine sword and fallen into irreversible decline. Even the Beast-Heart Sword Group had been completely annihilated. Yet Haik still dared provoke Yang Hao, practically throwing himself into the mouth of a volcano.
The climate of Huo Sha Star might be scorching, but it paled in comparison to the fury burning in Yang Hao’s eyes. Haik’s demeanor as a grand swordsman gradually crumbled, his pants soaked with cold sweat.
“Y… Yang Hao, what do you want to do?” Haik’s voice was hoarse, each word emerging from his throat with a sharp pain.
But Yang Hao ignored him and continued with his own task.
With a casual gesture, he pulled a Huo Yun Grass from the ground nearby. Under the guidance of Hun Yuan Zi, he poured silver dew into his palm, combining several medicinal herbs. The silver dew quickly enveloped them, forming a perfectly round ball.
Yang Hao exhaled his Qi, making the silver dew sphere spin rapidly. The herbs inside were stripped apart, their most refined essences merging together.
Yang Hao’s brazen act of refining pills right in front of them left Haik and his men unsure whether to advance or retreat, uncertain of what fate awaited them.
But the members of the Hao Sword Group looked at them with the gaze of someone watching corpses.
It was clear—Yang Hao intended to test his new sword pill technique on the entire Shen Shu Sword Group.
“Fire Sword Pill, Third Stage,” Yang Hao’s chilling voice rang out. “Success.”
A pale red pill, like a living flame soul, spewed forth flames as it flew from the silver dew and landed precisely in Yang Hao’s mouth.
From the moment the sword pill entered Yang Hao’s mouth, his entire being transformed. Haik and his men experienced an illusion—as if Yang Hao had grown larger, his body becoming colossal, enveloped in a towering inferno that made him appear like a mighty fire deity.
Thus was revealed the third form of the Fire Sword Pill, a legacy of the Dan Ding Sect spanning a thousand years.
“Sea of Flames, Three Strikes!” The fire deity, now Yang Hao, spoke with commanding authority.
Then, Ying Yue and the fire deity merged into one, blurring the distinction between man and sword. He charged into the ranks of the Shen Shu Sword Group, unleashing boundless flames with every sword strike.
The Sea of Flames, Three Strikes, consisted of three moves. Legend had it that this sword technique was bestowed by the divine Fire God himself. Thus, after consuming the sword pill, Yang Hao appeared as majestic and fearsome as a fire deity.
The flames spewing from Ying Yue were adhesive—once seen, they would cling to the target like a shadow, burning them until nothing remained.
The relentless three strikes culminated in the final blow. Yang Hao’s body had become a blazing fireball, like a miniature sun, crashing into the midst of the Shen Shu swordsmen. With a deafening explosion, a massive crater formed where the swordsmen had stood.
And the once-renowned Shen Shu Sword Group of the Ten Sword Streams was reduced to a pile of ashes within that crater.
The Sea of Flames, Three Strikes, was the most formidable offensive technique in the Dan Ding Sect, second only to the highest fire-element sword art. Yang Hao’s first use of it completely eradicated the entire Shen Shu Sword Group—utterly, down to the last speck of dust.
Of course, Haik did not die. His survival was entirely due to Yang Hao’s deliberate choice.
In the center of a crater over fifty meters in diameter, Haik knelt, his Shen Shu Sword already in Yang Hao’s possession.
Haik’s entire body was charred black, his mouth and nose reduced to a lump of blackened flesh. He opened his eyes in confusion, unable to comprehend why Yang Hao had spared him.
“The Ten Sword Streams stationing a top-tier sword sect here must not have been just for some Huo Yun Grass,” Yang Hao stood before Haik, Ying Yue dancing above his head. “Mr. Haik, what was your true mission on Huo Sha Star?”
Haik’s heart pounded. His lips split, revealing a few teeth in a grotesque grin. Once arrogant and domineering, the former leader of the Ten Sword Streams now stood before Yang Hao, unable even to beg for death.
Even if Yang Hao killed Haik, he dared not reveal the true secret of Huo Sha Star. That was a secret repeatedly emphasized by the Elders, unknown even to the Senate.
If Yang Hao obtained that object, with his current strength, he would become even more formidable—perhaps even beyond the Elders’ ability to control.
So Haik could not speak. What little dignity remained as a Grand Swordsman compelled him to defiantly shout, “I lost to you. Just kill me already.”
“Killing you is easy. But there must be something else here,” Yang Hao exchanged a glance with Elder Hurd. Both powerful beings sensed a force deep within the planet—an unimaginably vast power pulsing beneath the surface.
Since arriving on Huo Sha Star, Yang Hao had felt an inexplicable sensation, as if the planet itself were alive. Deep within its core, something was emitting immense energy.
Even the heat and magma beneath the planet’s surface were likely generated by this object.
If every planet was powered by the Creator’s Celestial Force, then this planet was fueled by something else.
Especially when Yang Hao used the Sea of Flames, Three Strikes, passed down by the Fire God, his connection to the object deep within the planet intensified. Endless flames surged into his body, enhancing his sword techniques.
Haik desperately wanted to die. He could not bear the thought of the secret leaking. If Yang Hao truly obtained that object, judging from the flame power he had already displayed, it could cause unimaginable damage to the Elders.
Haik knew better than anyone that Yang Hao was already perilously close to uncovering that secret. In fact, Huo Sha Star had not always been this way. According to the Senate’s historical records, thousands of years ago, the planet was known as Hai Sha Star. Over 80% of its surface was covered by oceans, teeming with life. If not for an unexpected event, this planet might have given rise to a new intelligent species in a few hundred million years.
But the unexpected did occur. One day, a strange object flew from Earth, seemingly alive, and burrowed directly into Hai Sha Star.
Any planet in the universe might suffer meteorite impacts, but they usually had self-regulating mechanisms to avoid catastrophic consequences.
However, when that strange object, carrying raging flames, crashed into Hai Sha Star, it pierced directly into the planet’s core. The impact itself wasn’t massive—only causing a month-long series of tsunamis and hundreds of meters-high waves. But for a water planet, such changes were insignificant.
The true transformation occurred months later. Once the object entered the planet’s core, it began radiating endless heat. This heat first liquefied vast amounts of rock and soil into magma, which flowed into the oceans.
From that point on, a millennia-long battle began between magma and ocean. Eventually, the oceans vanished, every drop of water evaporated, and Hai Sha Star became the fiery Huo Sha Star.
The Elders had repeatedly sent expeditions to retrieve the object, but each attempt was thwarted by surging magma and intense flame defenses. Over time, their interest waned. But recently, with new powerful enemies emerging, the Elders recalled the object and dispatched Haik to guard it.
Seeing Haik’s stubborn silence, Yang Hao’s gaze shifted past him to the crater’s bottom, where the energy was growing increasingly intense. When Yang Hao extended his perception, he felt a joyful response, as if something was waiting there, eager to be unearthed.
“You think I can’t find it if you don’t speak?” Yang Hao sneered. With a flick of his wrist, he hurled Haik’s broken body out of the crater, then swallowed several more sword pills.
Elder Hurd sensed Yang Hao’s power surging and grew deeply concerned, urging the Hao Sword Group to retreat. “Back off! Five hundred meters! Damn it, Yang Hao’s going crazy!”
The group, dragging Haik with them, fled over a kilometer away, watching Yang Hao with growing dread.
Yang Hao had become a pillar of fire. Swallowing multiple sword pills at once was normally forbidden, but Yang Hao had never followed logic. In an instant, his fire-element energy reached its peak, and then began a series of continuous… explosions.
“This is… Flame Blast?” Even Hun Yuan Zi was stunned.
Flame Blast was the second-stage technique of the Fire Sword Pill, which Yang Hao had once used in the arena. When activated, hundreds of meters around him would be engulfed in a fire explosion, leaving nothing unscathed.
Yet, even the most powerful Flame Blast in Dan Ding Sect history only exploded once.
When Yang Hao once fought four Wind-Running Dragons, a single Flame Blast had annihilated hundreds of magical beasts.
“This world is insane,” Hun Yuan Zi truly wondered if his apprentice was mad. He had swallowed multiple sword pills and unleashed dozens of Flame Blasts.
For the record, each Flame Blast was a supreme sword technique capable of obliterating all life within hundreds of meters. Yang Hao focused all of them on the crater’s bottom, blasting it repeatedly. After over a dozen strikes, the crater grew deeper and deeper, resembling a bottomless vertical abyss.
Eventually, each strike required several minutes before an echo returned from the depths—thousands of meters deep.
Yang Hao had literally dug a kilometer-deep hole into this scorching planet. Was he truly planning to bore through the entire planet?
Though Haik was barely alive, witnessing Yang Hao’s madness still sent chills down his spine. He no longer worried about his own fate—it was already sealed.
What terrified him was the future of the Senate. Provoking a genius like Yang Hao, who had already reached the peak of the Saint Realm at barely twenty, with countless loyal followers—acquiring that object would make him unstoppable.
Unless the Supreme One himself intervened.
After launching his thirtieth Flame Blast into the abyss, Yang Hao sensed violent disturbances beneath the surface. Even he, bold as he was, hesitated to fight an entire planet unprepared.
Thus, Yang Hao quickly flew to his allies a kilometer away.
Thankfully, he fled just in time. As soon as he landed, a massive eruption of magma, over twenty meters high, burst from the crater.
Thousands of degrees of molten lava rained down like a waterfall, nearly reaching Yang Hao’s position.
“Dan Ding Barrier Technique!” Yang Hao raised his hand, unleashing an endless stream of barrier energy that enveloped everyone.
The magma rained down like a waterfall but slid harmlessly off the barrier like raindrops on glass.
No matter how red-hot or intense the lava, it could not even create the smallest breach in Yang Hao’s barrier.
Seeing this, Haik finally accepted his fate. Yang Hao’s victory over him and the Ten Sword Streams was purely a matter of strength. The Ten Sword Streams had repeatedly sent people here to retrieve the object, but each time they were swallowed by magma, even with the best heat-resistant gear.
Yet Yang Hao, with a single technique, protected dozens of subordinates effortlessly—an ability beyond Haik’s comprehension.
Not only Haik, but even the members of the Hao Sword Group now looked at Yang Hao with reverence. Standing at the forefront, one hand raised to the heavens like a pillar holding up the world, Yang Hao had protected everyone with his own power—a feat only a god could accomplish.
For three full hours, the volcanic eruption transformed the planet into a spectacular firework display. This was the same power that had once evaporated the planet’s oceans.
Only when the area around Yang Hao and his group was buried in layers of cooled volcanic rock did the eruption finally begin to subside.
Yet deep within the planet’s core, an even more spectacular eruption was reaching its climax.
“Look!” Yang Hao sensed the force within the planet breaking free—a long-imprisoned energy finally liberated.
An earth-shattering explosion split the ground into fragments, every fissure spewing forth magma.
The massive crater Yang Hao had created expanded dozens of times, becoming a terrifying abyss.
A fireball over a hundred meters in diameter shot into the sky.
The star’s light was completely swallowed, replaced by an unbearable brilliance as the fireball proudly spewed forth boundless energy.
The few remaining lifeforms on Huo Sha Star were completely eradicated in this energy surge.
The fireball roared and twisted in the air, as if containing a defiant soul struggling fiercely.
“Old Bear!” Yang Hao suddenly shouted.
Elder Hurd reluctantly produced his axe again, delivering a casual yet effortless swing.
Yang Hao’s barrier vanished, along with the molten lava that had accumulated around them like a river.
Haik trembled, his battered body too weak for further shock.
Previously, Yang Hao’s displayed strength had already exceeded imagination. Yet this old bear casually unleashed a move that was equally miraculous, clearly no less powerful than any Elder.
Unbeknownst to Haik, Elder Hurd’s Golden Severance was an inheritance from the Dark Angel King Sa’an’s Night Axe. In the universe, few legendary masters could rival Hurd.
After Hurd cleared the surrounding threats, Yang Hao flew into the sky, diving into the raging fireball.
This act sent everyone’s hearts into their throats.
No one knew what lay within that fireball, but its energy was evident. If it suddenly exploded, could Yang Hao withstand it?
If it were just Yang Hao alone, he might not dare take such a risk. But with Hun Yuan Zi, an ancient immortal within him, Yang Hao had no choice but to charge in.
Strangely, though the raging fire seemed untamable, the moment Yang Hao entered it, it calmed like a kitten. Threads of flame gently flowed into his body.
These flames transformed into new energy within Yang Hao’s meridians, circulating ceaselessly.
Soon, the massive fireball was completely absorbed into Yang Hao.
And within the flames, the long-hidden treasure finally revealed itself.
For thousands of years, no one had seen this artifact, believed to be the ultimate divine treasure, surpassing even the Creator’s own divine artifacts.
Thousands of years ago, this object had slain gods and dragons, sparking a divine war that claimed billions of lives.
By sheer chance, it had fallen into Huo Sha Star, granting the universe peace for many years.
Even the leaders of the Senate only knew of the treasure’s existence without knowing its true identity. Otherwise, they would have mobilized every resource to claim it.
This was an artifact capable of overturning the heavens and earth, now in Yang Hao’s grasp—a blood-red longbow, a full meter in length, crafted from an unknown metal heavier than the finest sword steel. The bow was engraved with a terrifying three-faced, three-headed giant deity with six arms and six legs, riding a flaming wheel, wielding a fire sword, and spewing flames from its mouth.
Even more terrifying, this three-faced deity seemed alive, its gaze exuding extreme ferocity. As Yang Hao gripped the bow, he could feel the fierce and terrifying soul within roaring.
“Ha!!!” Hun Yuan Zi nearly fainted.
“Wait, don’t faint yet,” Yang Hao was still unaware of what he had just obtained. “What is this? Is it powerful enough?”
“Powerful?” Hun Yuan Zi struggled to contain his excitement. “How can you describe it with ‘powerful’? You idiot, this is the Yan Rong Bow—the Yan Rong Bow!!!”
“The Yan Rong Bow?”
“Do you know what the strongest weapon in the world is? Do you know what artifact could turn the tide of a divine war?” Hun Yuan Zi roared excitedly. “Compared to the Yan Rong Bow, even Sa’an’s Night Axe is just a child’s toy, and all other divine swords and treasures are trash—utter trash.”
Yang Hao took a deep breath, not overly surprised, for even in his grasp, the Yan Rong Bow was restless, its contained energy like an inexhaustible treasure trove.
“The Creator forged thirty divine artifacts, each with immense power. These artifacts counter each other, none dominant over the others.”
Hun Yuan Zi continued, “Sa’an’s Night Axe and the Ten Divine Swords were merely among the Creator’s artifacts. The Yan Rong Bow was once just one of thirty.”
“And now?”
“Now, the Yan Rong Bow in your hand is no longer the same as when the Creator forged it,” Hun Yuan Zi declared. “Whoever controls it controls the world. Once, a divine war was fought over this bow, and now it has fallen into this little planet.”
“How did the Yan Rong Bow become so powerful? Can a weapon really cultivate on its own?” Yang Hao asked, puzzled.
“The bow was one of the Creator’s fire-element divine artifacts, wielding flames as arrows, immensely powerful. It was once in the hands of the Fire God Zhurong.”
Yang Hao nodded in understanding. Zhurong was the fire deity of the Milky Way, a strange race with few members, led by a single main deity, with countless avatars of that deity.
Legend had it that the founder of the Dan Ding Sect once met the main deity Zhurong and received the Sea of Flames Three Strikes technique.
“Though Zhurong wielded the Yan Rong Bow, it was always at the bottom of the thirty divine artifacts, not the most powerful weapon,” Hun Yuan Zi’s voice grew slower and more sinister. “But the Yan Rong Bow in your hands has become the most powerful weapon since the creation of the world. Because within this bow is sealed the Fire God Zhurong’s divine power, soul, and divinity.”
“What?!” Yang Hao exclaimed in shock, nearly falling from the sky. “A god is sealed inside this bow?”
“Exactly. The former master of this bow was completely sealed within it, never to rise again. Zhurong’s divine power, divinity, and post-sealing wrath multiplied the Yan Rong Bow’s power tenfold, making it the most powerful weapon in the universe.”
“If the Senate knew about this, why didn’t they retrieve it sooner?” Yang Hao glanced at Haik in confusion.
Hun Yuan Zi sneered, “Those old fools might know there’s a treasure here, but they certainly don’t know what it is or the bow’s secret. Because in this world, only the gods and our Dan Ding Sect truly understand the Yan Rong Bow.”
“How does the Dan Ding Sect know such a big secret?” Yang Hao felt something wasn’t quite right.
Indeed, Hun Yuan Zi hesitated, “Actually, the birth of the Yan Rong Bow has a little to do with our Dan Ding Sect.”
“A little?”
“A lot.”
“How much?”
“Er… about a hundred percent,” Hun Yuan Zi finally confessed. “Actually, the new Yan Rong Bow was forged by the Dan Ding Sect.”
“You mean…” Yang Hao’s sweat poured like a waterfall. “You mean the Dan Ding Sect sealed the Fire God into the Yan Rong Bow?”
Hun Yuan Zi awkwardly hummed, “Remember the origin of the Sea of Flames Three Strikes? Back then, the founder of the Dan Ding Sect met the true form of the Fire God Zhurong. Zhurong had countless avatars, but encountering his true form was rare. The founder sought his teachings, and Zhurong taught him the Sea of Flames Three Strikes. Later… our sect’s founder somehow convinced Zhurong to enter the Yan Rong Bow himself, then sealed the true god inside. Since then, the Yan Rong Bow became the Dan Ding Sect’s treasure, helping our founder establish the sect and dominate the world.
“Villainy knows no bounds!” Yang Hao was both amused and horrified. A god kindly teaches you sword techniques, only to be tricked into eternal imprisonment, forced to power your weapon—truly the greatest tragedy imaginable.
It seemed the Dan Ding Sect’s founder was indeed a true master of manipulation.
“Regardless, this supreme divine artifact was born in the Dan Ding Sect,” Hun Yuan Zi quickly regained his pride. The Dan Ding Sect had no sense of morality at all. “Though later stolen by the gods, it has now returned to the hands of a Dan Ding Sect disciple. Truly fate’s will.”
Yang Hao gripped the bow, took a few deep breaths, and exerted his strength to draw it.
“Hiya!” His face flushed red as he exerted immense force, enough to split a mountain, but the Yan Rong Bow’s string remained immovable, only flashing an eerie glow at him.
“Why won’t it draw?” Yang Hao examined the bow from all angles, wondering if he had missed some incantation.
If the Yan Rong Bow indeed possessed the power to slay gods, it would be an invaluable treasure for Yang Hao. With such a weapon, he would no longer fear even the Elders, perhaps not even the Zun himself.
But no matter how hard Yang Hao tried, the Yan Rong Bow remained unmoved, as if reminding him that the universe’s most powerful weapon would not be wielded lightly.
“After the Fire God was sealed into the Yan Rong Bow, its operation method completely changed,” Hun Yuan Zi, as a Dan Ding Sect Grandmaster, was well-versed in the sect’s treasure. “The former master was imprisoned within his own weapon, filling the bow with anger and wrath. The old methods no longer work. Only true fury can activate the Yan Rong Bow.”
“Fury?” Yang Hao was puzzled.
“A state where even your blood exudes anger and flame. You haven’t reached that yet,” Hun Yuan Zi explained. “Like when I watched your master die before my eyes. If I had the Yan Rong Bow then, could that bastard still be alive today?”
“Whether the至尊is alive or not is uncertain,” Yang Hao scoffed.
He aimed the bow at the dying Haik and pulled with all his might.
The Yan Rong Bow hummed but remained unmoved.
The Imperial Capital was in a season of silence and fear.
Though the Senate’s siege of the palace was strictly confidential, rumors had still spread. Though the people of the capital dared not openly protest, they were privately deeply dissatisfied.
Even with the Senate’s lofty status, Emperor Ying Lie was still the sovereign of the empire.
Moreover, for decades, Emperor Ying Lie had expanded the Galactic Empire’s territory to the edge of the universe, cementing his image as a heroic figure. Among the nobility, those with even a trace of loyalty did not wish to see Emperor Ying Lie fall.
Fearing this rising resistance, the Senate imposed a harsh regime on the capital. Swordsmen from the Ten Sword Streams patrolled everywhere, dispersing any gatherings. Noble families with influence were confined to their homes. Even the Empire’s core leaders, including the Chancellor of the Privy Council, were imprisoned in their mansions, forbidden from leaving.
In several sensitive areas, swordsmen from the Ten Sword Streams had already clashed with noble youths, resulting in many noble heirs sacrificing their lives in defiance.
The Imperial Capital now resembled a powder keg ready to explode, the pre-dawn darkness pressing heavily on its people.
Jia Yunye was also a noble with a fiery spirit. As a distant royal relative, he did not reside in the palace. However, his father, a minister with influence in the Privy Council, had been confined by a sword sect from the Ten Sword Streams.
Fortunately, Jia Yunye had been away and thus escaped.
Yet with the Elder’s faction having fully controlled Earth and the Milky Way, where could Jia Yunye flee? In his fury, he gathered a group of noble youths, preparing to storm the palace to protect the emperor.
Whether by luck or misfortune, before these dozens of hot-headed nobles could reach the palace and meet their doom, they encountered swordsmen from the Ten Sword Streams’ Huan Yu Gate. After several skirmishes, Jia Yunye’s group was soundly defeated, forced to flee.
Thus, Jia Yunye led the remnants to Niko Commercial County.
“What do we do now?” A wounded noble gasped for breath.
Jia Yunye looked back at his childhood companions, all too exhausted to continue. Their families were imprisoned by the Elders, and their strength was insufficient to protect their loved ones. Though reluctant, Jia Yunye still tried to boost morale: “It’s okay. The emperor is still alive, and so are we. As long as we live, there is hope.”
“But where do we go now? The entire empire is under the Elders’ control. Where can we escape?”
Jia Yunye had already thought of a plan, though he wasn’t entirely confident:
“We’ll seek refuge with the Dan Ding Sword Sect. Now, only Yang Hao can save the empire.”
“Yang Hao?” Another noble sighed. “He’s probably in trouble himself. The Elders claim he’s already dead. Moreover, the Dan Ding Sword Sect has been completely overwhelmed by the Ten Sword Streams. I heard the Hao Sword Group is nearly finished. Going there would only get us killed alongside them.”
“Yes, the Ten Sword Streams are now incredibly powerful. Huan Yu Gate, the Cultivator Forest, and Haik from the Shen Shu Sword Group are all top-notch experts,” said the youngest noble, trembling with fear. “Not long ago, I even witnessed Haik’s团长 demonstrating his skills here. With a single sword strike, he destroyed half of the Dan Ding Spring Pharmacy. It was absolutely amazing.”
The event he referred to occurred before Yang Hao was captured for the palace trial. Haik led the Shen Shu Sword Group to attack the Dan Ding Spring Pharmacy, which resulted in the remaining members of the Hao Sword Group sacrificing themselves together with the pharmacy.
This incident became widely known in the empire, with everyone praising the Dan Ding Sect disciples’ valor.
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