On the cliff of Heartbreak, Hannah Ye retreated step by step. In front of her stood the relentless disciples of the Haoyi Alliance, the righteous sect's foremost clan, determined to kill her. Behind her loomed the sheer drop of several hundred meters, leading directly to the deadly Nether Abyss.
She had no way out.
Yet, even now, she clutched her dagger tightly, red eyes brimming with hate as she glared at her enemies, her defiant stance heartbreaking in its strength.
"Miss Hannah Ye it seems you truly have nowhere left to run," sneered a young man in white robes, holding a folding fan. He was Li Wen, the Eccentric Scholar, one of the Haoyi Alliance's elite Twenty-Eight Stars and ranked seventy-seventh on the Azure Sky Ranking—a true prodigy.
"Put down your weapon, demon girl," commanded Carl Zhao, a towering man with a massive blade strapped to his back, standing alongside Li Wen. He, too, was a Star of the Haoyi Alliance, ranking seventieth.
Hannah Ye recognized them, her heart sinking. She was confident in her skills, but facing two top-ranking experts at once left her no hope.
"The Haoyi Alliance… killed my parents, destroyed my sect. This blood feud is one I will never forget!" Her red eyes blazed with the memory of her parents sacrificing themselves so she could escape, their bodies left in a pool of blood. Trembling, her nails bit into her palms, leaving drops of blood on the ground like the last remnants of her shattered heart.
Li Wen sneered. "Righteous people have a duty to rid the world of demonic filth. We of the Haoyi Alliance are merely acting as agents of justice."
At this, Hannah Ye threw her head back and laughed bitterly, tears streaming down her face. "Justice? You slaughtered innocent people simply because they were born into a so-called 'demonic sect'? If that's your righteous path, then I'll gladly become what you call 'evil.'"
Carl Zhao's face hardened as he drew his blade. "Still deluded, I see. Seize her!"
Seventeen disciples unsheathed their swords, advancing toward Ye Henry Hong.
"Even if I die, I'll never let you take me alive!" she yelled, turning to leap from the cliff.
But at that moment, the ground trembled.
The Haoyi disciples turned to see a plume of dust rising to the southeast. A line of riders charged toward them; their crimson banner emblazoned with the words "Dong Family" flapping in the wind.
"East Emperor Iron Guard!" Both Li Wen and Carl Zhao's eyes widened in shock and confusion. The East Emperor Iron Guard was the elite force of the Dong family, sworn protectors of the empire's first family. Why would they be here? Was it for Dong Raymond Dong or the princesses?
As the three thousand iron-clad riders reached the cliff, they surrounded the Haoyi Alliance.
The commanding figure of Quentin Wei dismounted; his eyes cold as he scanned the group. Li Wen, brow furrowed, asked sharply, "What is the meaning of this, Commander Wei?"
Quentin Wei remained silent, ignoring him.
Just then, the guards parted, and a slender yet imposing young man on horseback rode forward, his gaze piercing as he looked down upon them.
"And who might you be?" Li Wen and Carl Zhao demanded, not recognizing the young man.
Jason Ji looked down at them with undisguised disdain. "So, this is the 'justice' of the Haoyi Alliance?" His voice dripped with contempt.
"How dare you!" Carl Zhao roared, raising his blade toward Jason.
Clang!
At the sight of Carl Zhao drawing his weapon, three thousand East Emperor Iron Guards unsheathed their swords in unison, their killing intent crashing like a wave. Carl Zhao staggered back, his face pale despite his strength, overwhelmed by their combined murderous intent. Behind him, the Haoyi disciples visibly faltered, fear etched into their faces.
"Who are you?" Carl Zhao asked through gritted teeth.
Jason didn't answer. He simply dismounted and began to walk toward Ye Henry Hong.
Seeing this, Carl Zhao stepped forward, blocking his path. "Stop! This girl is the Haoyi Alliance's prisoner; you have no right to interfere!"
Jason paused, glanced at Carl Zhao, then casually cracked his knuckles. Without a word, he swung his arm, landing a solid slap across Carl Zhao's face.
Smack!
The sound was sharp, echoing across the cliff. Carl Zhao staggered, his face turning bright red, a clear handprint blooming across his cheek.
"Get out of my way," Jason ordered, his voice like steel.
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