Martial Legend

The land—Martial Domain.

A black storm howled in fury, tearing the sky with jagged wounds, void gaps that devoured all like a relentless primal beast.

This was one of the seven forbidden areas of the Tianwu Continent, the death canyon of the Martial Domain.

Here, void storms raged ceaselessly for tens of thousands of years, claiming countless lives. A merciless meat grinder, shredding all who dared enter.

Human footprints were rare; even the mightiest hesitated. The vast storm could tear apart a nineth level martial god with ease.

“Why? Shangguan Xi'er, Feng Shaoyu, why have you betrayed me?”

Qin Chen stood bloodied on the cliff’s edge, eyes burning with rage and betrayal as he faced the man and woman before him. His heart ached as if sliced by knives.

Qin Chen—a legend of Tianwu Continent: ninth-tier emperor-level alchemist, eighth-tier royal bloodline master, eighth-tier martial emperor.

Orphaned young, cursed with a wasted bloodline that barred cultivation, he shattered fate’s chains. Rising from a bloodline master to a peak no one had reached before—becoming the first in history.

At twenty-six, he conquered the Sky Array Mountain, surviving ninety-nine deadly arrays in forty-nine days—the only formation master to do so in a millennium.

At twenty-eight, he broke through as a ninth-tier alchemist master, earning the honorary elder seat in the continent’s alchemist association.

At thirty, with his eighth-tier bloodline royal mastery, he defeated the top ten bloodline masters in the Bloodline Tower, undefeated and famed throughout the land.

He was the continent’s ultimate legend.

By his side stood Shangguan Xi'er, hailed as the most beautiful woman in the continent.

For ten years, bound by life and death, Qin Chen devoted himself to propelling her to nineth level martial god, crafting a legendary tale.

His brother Feng Shaoyu—ten years of loyalty and trust, Qin Chen fueling his rise to establish the mighty Xuanyuan Empire, famed across the continent.

Yet, just as they all reached the summit, both betrayed him.

That day.

In his dream, Shangguan Xi'er struck first, stabbing him with an imperial weapon forged by his own hands.

Simultaneously, Feng Shaoyu, long lying in ambush, burst into his palace, launching a brutal assault.

Two nineth level martial gods overwhelmed the eighth-tier martial emperor Qin Chen, wounding him gravely. He fled for three days and nights, but they hunted him relentlessly, cornering him at the death canyon.

Now, exhausted, meridians shattered, death imminent, Qin Chen had no strength left to fight.

And yet, he couldn’t fathom why those he trusted most would betray him.

“Why?”

The stunning Shangguan Xi'er, ethereal as a fairy, laughed softly, nestling into Feng Shaoyu’s embrace. His hand slid possessively to her waist.

Qin Chen’s eyes widened in disbelief as he spat blood, voice hoarse: “You two actually…”

Shangguan Xi'er sneered, her pitiful smile laced with venom. “Before I met you, I loved Shaoyu. Being with you was just for your benefit.”

“Did you think I ever truly cared for you? Hahaha, wrong…” Her glare burned with hatred. “Every moment with you made me sick. If not for what you gave me and Shaoyu, I wouldn’t have bothered pretending.”

“For ten years, everything you did was part of our plan.”

“You obsessed over cultivation and alchemy, retreating for closed-door training, giving us endless chances together.”

“We agreed: once we became nineth level martial gods, that’d be your end.”

“With your help, I achieved nineth level martial god, and Shaoyu built the Xuanyuan Empire.”

“Now, we can be together openly.”

“That’s why!”

Her laugh rang with arrogance, resentment, and cold indifference—unrecognizable from the gentle Shangguan Xi'er Qin Chen once loved.

His face drained of color.

Ten years of scheming, all to get close to him.

How foolish he’d been, blind to it all, pouring his soul into her.

This decade of companionship, nothing but lies.

Pain pierced him like ten thousand arrows.