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After speaking, he stood up, his figure shifting into a shadow that swiftly disappeared into the dense forest, leaving behind only the silence and desolation of the battlefield.
Not long after, another figure quietly appeared at the edge of the battlefield; it was Chen Moxuan. He had not directly participated in the earlier fight, nor had he assisted Lian Ma with the subsequent troubles. Instead, he observed as a bystander, witnessing Lian Ma's transformation and quest for revenge.
A cold smile lingered on Chen Moxuan's face, a blend of admiration for Lian Ma's growth and anticipation for the impending storm. How interesting; it truly is becoming more and more intriguing. He murmured softly to himself, his gaze deep as he looked in the direction Lian Ma had departed.
Lian Ma's awakening, combined with the undercurrents within the Asura Clan, made this game more complex and variable than I had imagined. Yet victory seems increasingly aligned with my side. Chen Moxuan's demeanor grew more serene, as if everything were under his control. He did not rush to act but stood quietly in place, seemingly waiting for something.
The air around him became heavy with his presence, as if time itself slowed in that moment. Just then, a gentle breeze swept through, carrying an unusual aura. Chen Moxuan tilted his head slightly, his eyes sharp as if they could pierce through the barriers of space to capture distant movements.
Have they arrived? he thought to himself, a barely perceptible smile curling at the corners of his mouth. Indeed, not long after, a shadow burst forth from the forest, heading straight for the battlefield. It was none other than Iron Mask Shura, who seemed to have sensed Chen Moxuan's gaze upon him.
Hmph, just as I expected. Chen Moxuan mused internally but did not reveal himself; instead, he quietly observed Iron Mask Shura's actions. Iron Mask Shura scanned his surroundings as if confirming something before finally fixing his gaze on the direction Lian Ma had taken.
Like a ghost weaving through the forest, Iron Mask Shura moved with such lightness and speed that he seemed to merge with the night. Soon enough, he arrived at the Asura King's camp—a magnificent castle towering atop a mountain peak, appearing even more solemn and mysterious under the moonlight.
Outside the castle, torches blazed brightly and guards stood vigilant. Each Asura warrior donned heavy armor and wielded blades, their eyes radiating an air of unapproachable authority. Iron Mask Shura presented a specially crafted token and passed through numerous checkpoints until he finally reached the grand hall of the Asura King.
Inside the hall, lights shone brilliantly and a faint fragrance filled the air. At its center sat a massive dragon throne occupied by the Asura King—a figure cloaked in black robes with a face concealed beneath a dark golden mask. His imposing stature exuded an undeniable kingly presence that enveloped the entire hall in an oppressive atmosphere.
On either side of the hall stood numerous high-ranking officials of the Asura Clan; some were standing while others were seated, engaged in hushed conversations. However, Iron Mask's arrival immediately captured everyone's attention. He walked slowly into the hall; each step was firm and resolute until he reached the Asura King’s presence. Kneeling on one knee, he respectfully presented an urgent report.
"Your Majesty," Iron Mask’s voice emerged from behind his mask—deep and powerful—"there is an urgent matter that requires your personal attention."
The Asura King received the confidential report and gently opened it, his gaze swiftly scanning the contents. His expression gradually grew serious. After a moment of silence, he slowly raised his head, his eyes blazing as he surveyed the crowd in the grand hall, finally locking onto Iron Mask.
"You mean to say that Lian Ma, that worthless fool, has displayed such astonishing power on the battlefield?" The Asura King's voice was deep and commanding, exuding an undeniable authority.
"Yes, my lord. Not only that, but he almost single-handedly slaughtered all those from the Asura Clan who besieged him."
"This is no small matter. I suspect there may be the shadow of the Old Shura King behind this," Iron Mask Shura calmly analyzed.
The Asura King nodded slightly, signaling Iron Mask to withdraw. He then gently clapped his hands.
A servant quickly stepped forward, respectfully presenting a heavy ancient book.
The cover of this ancient tome was made from an unknown metal, intricately carved with complex runes that emitted a faint glow. It was clearly a rare treasure.
The Asura King took the book and opened it carefully, his fingers gliding quickly through the pages until they came to a stop on a particular page.
There, densely recorded were details about important figures throughout the history of the Asura Clan. Among the many names listed, Lian Ma's stood out prominently.
"Indeed, this child is not ordinary; I underestimated him," the Asura King murmured to himself, a glint of brilliance flashing in his eyes.
"The pieces left by the Old Shura King have finally begun to take effect? Hmph, if that's the case, then let me see how far this game can go."
With that, the Asura King abruptly closed the ancient book and stood up. A powerful surge of spiritual energy erupted from within him, instantly filling the entire hall. His voice echoed within its walls, imbued with an irresistible force.
"Send out orders immediately; prepare to strike."
"The target is Lian Ma and all forces potentially connected to the Old Shura King."
"I want them to know who truly reigns as king in this Asura Clan!"
Hearing this command, everyone in the hall rose and bowed in acknowledgment. They understood that a storm was about to sweep through the entire Asura Clan, with its epicenter being that once-ridiculed frail youth, Lian Ma.
Meanwhile, in a dense forest far from the Asura King's camp, Lian Ma sat alone on a large rock with his eyes closed in meditation.
His heart was filled with both shock and reflection from the recent battle as well as confusion and anticipation for the road ahead.
Yet he remained unaware that a storm targeting him was quietly brewing and about to descend.
Not far from Lian Ma, Chen Moxuan stood silently, his gaze never leaving Lian Ma's figure. A mysterious smile played at the corners of his mouth as if everything was unfolding according to his expectations.
"Lian Ma, your fate is now tightly intertwined with this chaotic world. The path ahead depends on your choices," Chen Moxuan thought to himself, his eyes shimmering with complex emotions.
As night deepened, Lian Ma slowly opened his eyes, a contemplative light flickering in his dark pupils.
He stood up and gazed into the distance towards the Asura King's Castle, a strange premonition rising within him. Although he was unaware of the impending storm, he could sense the tension and unease permeating the air. Lian Ma took a deep breath, feeling the blood within him, which had boiled due to battle, gradually returning to calm. Since fate had drawn him into this whirlpool, he thought, let me see just how far I can go.
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