On the outskirts of the ruins of Tianwu City, where death and fear hung heavy in the air, the atmosphere was as stifling as the sea before a storm—calm, yet fraught with turbulent undercurrents.
Suddenly, a "clang!" rang out like a divine thunderclap from the heavens. The sound was so piercing that the ruins trembled, and the very air seemed to tear, ripples radiating outward for all to see. From behind the rubble, a sturdy man emerged, carrying twelve swords on his back. Some were ancient and heavy, others delicate and nimble; each was etched with mysterious, flickering runes that seemed to whisper of ancient legends, hinting at their extraordinary origins.
At that moment, the blood-red hair of Red-Haired Ghost Tang Wufeng danced in the wind like an eternal hellfire. His deep eyes burned with a violent flame—not merely anger, but a soul-deep craving for slaughter. His past was a mystery shrouded in darkness, yet inextricably linked to the dreaded Ghost Fiend Hall.
Chapter 101