Ethan hovered briefly in midair, then landed lightly on the shattered stone.
He jumped up and looked around.
This time, Azure Origin Dao Sect had lost nearly one-third of its disciples.
Blood stained the mountain paths, broken weapons lay scattered, and the lingering aura of battle had yet to dissipate. Yet the remaining disciples stood straighter than ever before.
Fewer people.
Cleaner.
Easier to manage.
In a cultivation world ruled by strength, quantity had never mattered.
"Master is mighty!"
Elias suddenly raised both arms and shouted, his voice hoarse yet burning with excitement.
His eyes shone as he stared at Ethan, filled with undisguised reverence and longing. In his heart, a single thought echoed endlessly—one day, he would stand at that height as well.
Edwin struggled to her feet, trembling slightly as he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Instead of fear, a relieved smile bloomed on his face.
He reached out and gently rubbed Liana's head.
