Li Chen stood at the threshold of the newly formed doorway, the Spirit Cloud Sword in his hand glowing with a blinding silver-gold light. Behind him, Yueling stood tall, her blue eyes filled with a mixture of fear and pride. The hall, packed with thousands of Sky Sword Sect cultivators, suddenly fell silent. All laughter, all conversation, all shouting—ceased. Thousands of eyes turned, shocked, angry, and finally, filled with cold terror, staring at Li Chen.
This is my home, Li Chen thought, his eyes radiating a ruthless silver-gold light, his gaze sweeping across the sea of enemies before him. A cold, pure vengeance pulsed in his veins. Those who had destroyed this place, tarnished the Sect Master’s memory, tortured Yueling’s father, and claimed what was not theirs—they would pay.
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