Due to overwhelming distaste on some part of this story, I will have to redo some parts.

I am sorry for this inconevenience.

I do not know how to properly do this, but I will rerelease the chapter tomorrow with added content

For those who have read the chapter, it will still be there, but I will soften the blow.

I have emotional connection with the characters, so I know that it is painful.

Please wait for awhile.

so for now, this is just a temp chapter placement.

Once More, I am sorry.

This is the name of a gathering of heroes who dedicated themselves to the betterment of mankind. Its members are all righteous men who valued the law above all else. They numbered by the thousands and all of them were courageous and powerful.

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Their headquarter lied at the peak of Heartstorm island, an island where cherry blossoms bloom every day of the year due to the mystical energy flowing from the depth of its earth.

But today, on that beautiful island which once housed the righteous faction, no splendour and righteousness could be found, only the scent of blood and death.

More than a thousand body now lied at the peak of Heartstorm Island, lifeless and demarcated, piled upon each other into a small mountain. The corpses were all mangled and rotted beyond recognition.

And upon that mountain of corpses stood an old man.

This man was the evilest creature that had ever set foot upon the earth.

Legends told that he grieved nothing, loved nothing, and treasured nothing.

“One more push! Just one more and he’ll die!”

Standing at the feet of the mountain were the last of the heroes who survived the battle. Their eyes were triumphant even though their bodies had already gone past their limits. Not 'we will win', but 'e will die'. Such was the shared understanding between the heroes, that they would not survive this battle.

“Wang Tian Gu! Your life ends today!”

The old monster named Wang Tian Gu harrumphed while stroking his long white beard that had been stained by blood. He was relaxed, seemingly unperturbed by the loss of his left arm. His right eye had been crushed and fourteen broken sword edges riddled his back. These were named swords whose owners’ life he had personally trampled beneath his feet after they ambushed him during his infiltration into the heart of the congregation.

“Hahah, Hui Zong, Guan Yong, I should have killed you seven years ago, if only to spare me the effort of killing you today.”

He spread his one arm with glee, a smile blooming on his wrinkled face. “Come! Heroes of Hundred Islands! Let us dance with laughter and rejoicing! For life is beautiful and death is even more so!”

“CHAARGE!”

The twenty cultivators rushed at him, attacking furiously. His answer was a swipe of his claw, sending streaks of purple light that sent five attackers to their death.

He then braced his legs and leapt high into the air, followed by three giant centipedes roaring out of thin air, gouging through the mountain of corpses. Sending blood and gore everywhere. It seemed as if his strength has no end.

However, the monstrous old man knew that he could not let this go on any longer. They have fought for ten days and his strength was waning fast.

One mysterious opponent was strong enough to pose a challenge and managed to parry all his moves, albeit with difficulty. The enemy wore a plain mask, obscuring everything but two sharp eyes from view.

Claws and sword met again and again. Sparks of purple and yellow light the darkness of dawn each time they clashed, illuminating the masked cultivator and the old man.

The sword's edge flowed like a river, unceasing and unyielding. Each stroke as masterful as the brush strokes of a master painter. But Wang Tian Gu had experience and his opponent - though an expert - would soon make a mistake.

“Die!” he released a punch to his face that sent the masked man flying into a barricade. He gave chase as he pooled his Yin Energy into his claw, forming the terrifying image of a snake’s fang.

“Wang Tian Gu!” a voice called out from behind, a fearsome wind surging at him.

“Cui Ning.”