"The Emperor would in no way gonna meddle on a little mess like the Luban Sect's foreign invasion. And you're curious about why did the White Jinn was not acknowledged or remembered as someone brave and heroic? From his name itself, the White Jinn, it's a name his enemies gave him because it means White Devil.

My brother is always clad in his white armor, and his skills far surpassed that of a Martial arts Grandmaster rank that even in the foreign countries, they were greatly afraid of him because the way he executed his skills were so rough and very powerful. But that's the bad news, many people knew and can witness on how powerful he was, even though he was very kind to his people he was still hated. To sum it all up, my older brother White Jinn was never acknowledged as a hero because of his bruteness.

He can't do anything about that and he didn't have the chance to show to the people that he was such a great man. They never knew the White Jinn before he slaughtered one thousand samurai on the Luban Sect's soil. Some considered him a true hero, but some hated him because of various reasons. One of those was seeing the bodies of the invaders getting ripped off and hacked apart."

White Mustache sighed out of sadness.

"I believe the people treated him in a terrible way after saving the Family Sect but isn't it too gruesome to see one thousand bodies in a pool of blood with their bodies hacked and ripped off? Why did he do such a thing? I mean not that I judge the White Jinn but isn't just killing them enough already?"

Ling Ai was perplexed trying to understand the morality of the White Jinn.

"That's what all people think about him when they saw the scene, the so-called Luban Sect's massacre. But what people didn't know was that the one thousand samurai were all on par that of a Martial arts Grandmaster rank, imagine how difficult it is to slaughter them? The mere fact that even cutting their face is an ordeal already so what more in killing them? So the White Jinn was left with no choice..."

White Mustache shook his head as he was about to say something.

"No choice? What did he do to deal with such a formidable army?"

"He used a forbidden shadow Martial arts skill being passed down by generations in the Full Moon Clan. The Heavenly arts way of the Dragon."

Ling Ai was watching the centerpiece armor of the White Jinn in front of them as she was amazed realizing how strong the White Jinn was.

"Amazing! He is... the White Jinn is a Heavenly arts warlord?!" Ling Ai had expectant eyes and was completely dazed imagining how fearsome the White Jinn was, facing the thousand samurai army with the cultivation of Grandmaster rank.

"No, he's far from achieving the rank Heavenly arts warlord yet. White Jinn is a Heaven Dimension Master rank 2. And I myself is a Heaven Dimension Master rank 1 or also known as the basic rank."

"Woah, I don't know what you're talking about but I think that's a rank above a grandmaster rank, right?"

"Yes, it is. Haven't your Master taught you the Martial arts ranks?"

"Well, yeah. He did teach me but he skipped some ranks so..." Ling Ai smiled after remembering her Master. "Going back to what you have just said, so what are the effects of the Heavenly arts way of the Dragon the White Jinn cast?" Ling Ai raised her brow as she listened closely to White Mustache. She was more curious and interested in hearing about the Heavenly arts skill.

"It will consume one's consciousness temporarily and one's strength will multiply a hundred times. After casting it, he went wild ravaging everyone in its path with his saber. That's why he first made sure and volunteered to face them all alone so that he won't be killing innocent people around. And that way, the casualties for the Luban Sect will be zero.

He sacrificed his own life for the family he treasured so much. But it's a good thing that he didn't even have the time to see how the people reacted and treated his heroic actions because if he did, he might be sad and disappointed."

The White Mustache had a sorrowful face looking at the centerpiece of the temple.

"I'm sorry for your lost, White Mustache. But did he failed to live after that?" Ling Ai arched her eyebrows feeling sympathy towards the brothers.

"Yes, he's strong fighting will made him alive just before he eradicated the invaders. After that, he died and fell in the pool of blood from one thousand bodies. Because the samurais had resorted to blood sacrifice to the cenotaph they brought with them that if they die, the one who killed them will receive a blood curse."

"A cenotaph? What is a cenotaph? Did the blood curse really hurt?" Ling Ai wondered as she was hearing something new again and she's unfamiliar with.

"A cenotaph is the empty tomb of their Samurai lord. That if they offer a drop of their blood to the cenotaph, they will become stronger and eventually die, as an exchange they will release a curse to the one that killed them. A blood curse weakens one's spirit, that it also slowly consumes the body parts and organs of the body, little by little until all that's left to my brother's body was just his armor.

He had enough time to kill them all before ending up in a vapor of blood. That's why until now, people are curious whenever they hear about the name White Jinn because they hadn't seen his body from the day of the slaughter." White Mustache sighed and shook his head.

"So up to now, people believe that there's a chance White Jinn might still be alive because no one witnessed his dead body at the scene?" Ling Ai stood up and walked towards the armor centerpiece feeling the presence of the person that wore the armor.

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"Yes, that's why it will be dangerous for you to stay there. We brought you here for your safety and for backing you up to join the Black Crow City competition without any issues implicated at you." White Mustache stood up and walked towards Ling Ai. "You may have not noticed but we placed a seal on the door of my brother's house." White Mustache smiled while looking at the armor centerpiece.

"A seal? What for? Don't tell me it's something about creepiness? I'm done with those things. No no." Ling Ai shook her head.

"Don't worry, it was just a security seal that unlocks when Grandmasters opens the door of the white house."

"Oh... So you knew... Max cultivation, release." Ling Ai smirked and nodded her head as she decided to release her full cultivation level. Because she remembered that her Master Zhuanxu YeBai told her to keep her real cultivation as possible as she can. But realizing that some strangers knew what's her real cultivation rank is made her very suspicious thinking that she was set up and is in a very dangerous situation if she kept her real strength compressed.

The whole place trembled and glowing red chi was emitted from Ling Ai's body as her eyes of divinity were flashing scarlet color.

"If you guys are trying to fool me, then I won't try to hold myself back. I don't care if you're Heaven Dimension Master or something but if you people are in any bit related to evil or abusing people then I guess I'll have to destroy this place right here and right now!"

Ling Ai's face turned very fierce and her presence was terrifying that it caused pressure in the air. But as she tries to pull her sword, she realized something...

"My Xenohorn sword?!" Ling Ai closed her eyes as she tries to recall everything that happened and her eyes of divinity's power contributed in making her memories piled up faster like there was a puzzle in her mind. "I left it-... at the dojo?! How careless of me!"

When Ling Ai hurriedly tries to leave from the temple to retrieve her sword but she was blocked by the eight Dragon swords that were showing an intent to kill at her. They were also emitting the same chi as Ling Ai's.

"Master, as I've suspected earlier. This woman is not worthy of your grace! She is a disrespectful of your presence, so for that... she must be eliminated right here and right now!

Dragon swords! Formation!" They surrounded Ling Ai with a Grandmaster Warrior stance ready to attack all at once.

The eight dragon swords immediately got inside the temple as soon as they felt the trembling presence of someone so strong. When they entered, they witnessed Ling Ai was releasing her max cultivation and they didn't let that slide. They can't ignore her terrifying glowing red chi at the presence of the White Mustache.

"Martial arts death strike stance!"

"Martial arts death strike stance!"

"Martial arts death strike stance!"

"Martial arts death strike stance!"

"Martial arts death strike stance!"

"Martial arts death strike stance!"

"Martial arts death strike stance!"

"Martial arts death strike stance!"

They all uttered the same Martial arts stance simultaneously like they are one before casting their deadly assassination skill.

"Eliminate me right here and right now? Well, guess what? That's what I said earlier."

When the White Mustache attempted to approach Ling Ai he stopped before taking one step as he was terrified seeing her grin when she was about to cast something.

"I had considered giving you a chance hearing your reasons after I released my max cultivation but if you guys hated me so much and want to turn this seriously then I guess I have no choice. I'll fight for my life..." Ling Ai spread her arms focusing glowing red chi on her hands and placed it together forming a crossed-palm stance.

"That is-!" White Mustache didn't have the chance to do anything as the situation escalated quickly and suddenly that it still stunned him. But what made him more shocked was watching the stance Ling Ai formed.

"Dragon swords! Now!

...

Martial arts Burning death sting!"

The swords of the eight dragon swords were covered in burning fire combined with glowing red chi. And they left afterimages from where they were standing as they simultaneously approach Ling Ai to pierce her from eight directions.

"Raaaaaaaaaa!!" Ling Ai shouted as she forcefully continues to grow powerful releasing glowing red chi with black lightning strips.

"Who the hell-"

The despaired eyes inside the masks of the eight dragon swords widened and their eye pupil contracted as they realized that they can't stop anymore...

meeting their death.

The world of the eight dragon swords seemed to slow down the very second they heard Ling Ai cast a skill,

"Heavenly arts! Black Panther!"