CHAPTER 50: CHAPTER 50: THE FALL OF SHAURYA

The battlefield trembled under the weight of destruction. Smoke curled in the air, dust rising in thick clouds as broken stones and shattered earth. The heavens split apart with countless sonic booms.

Explosions of sound echoed across the sky, leaving rippling shockwaves that made the very clouds tremble.

Far below, on the colossal Dark Pearl—a spiritual ship of terrifying grandeur—the members of the Sanatan Flame Sect gazed upward in awe. The ship’s dark surface pulsed faintly with spiritual energy, towering in size like a floating fortress. Even from this distance, its sheer might sent shivers down spines.

Jun Hua stood among them, her eyes widened in disbelief. She had seen spiritual ships before, but never one of this magnitude.

So vast... it feels like an ancient beast floating above the world itself, she thought, her lips parting slightly in amazement.

The scene shifted.

Far away, the Queen stood, her piercing gaze locked on the sky as the sonic booms raged. A devilish smile curved across her lips. She knew exactly what was about to unfold.

Then—

BOOM!

The heavens themselves convulsed. Shockwaves ripped outward, making the very sky tremble as if it were being torn apart. Mountains far below quaked and rivers surged violently, while the Dark Pearl rocked slightly in midair.

From within that storm of power, two figures clashed.

Shaurya and Ye Xuan.

Their collision alone generated devastating shockwaves and piercing sonic booms. Yet, despite the destruction their every strike unleashed, both of them were smiling—grinning like warriors intoxicated by battle.

In an instant, they vanished, only to reappear as they collided again and again. Their movements blurred beyond mortal sight, leaving streaks of gold and black cutting through the air. Shockwaves erupted one after another, quaking sky, ground, and mountain alike.

Then—

Both roared, releasing their auras in a violent surge. The atmosphere thickened under their presence. Shaurya charged first, his right fist blazing with golden might, and hurled it forward.

Ye Xuan met him head-on, countering with his right fist.

BOOM!

The fists collided. A titanic blast of energy surged outward, rippling across the battlefield like a storm tide. The force repelled both backward, sending them skidding through the sky before they steadied themselves mid-air.

Still, both of them were smiling.

"You are quite skillful for your age," Ye Xuan remarked with a sly smirk.

Shaurya tilted his head, lips curling. "Don’t tell me you’re scared."

Ye Xuan barked a laugh, eyes gleaming with ferocity. "Scared? Me? Come on, stop joking!"

Shaurya lowered into a fighting stance. His left hand raised forward, his right pulled slightly back. His right leg extended straight behind him, his left bent firmly to the ground. His aura surged violently around him as he spoke, his voice sharp as a blade.

"If you’re not scared, then bring it on."

Ye Xuan roared, dark energy erupting around him like a raging storm. He shot forward in a blur of speed.

Shaurya met him head-on. Their forearms slammed together with bone-shaking force, then both were pushed slightly backward before lunging once again.

Then, the true storm began.

Their fists became blurs—countless strikes, too fast for naked eyes to follow. The air cracked with the speed of their blows, the clash of fist against fist creating shockwaves that rippled outward violently. Sparks of golden and black lightning burst forth with every collision, scorching the sky.

Spectators could only watch in awe as the two warriors unleashed a relentless barrage of punches, their movements no longer human. Clashing non stop.

Their roars shook the heavens as Shaurya’s golden aura slammed against Ye Xuan’s dark, the two forces intertwining like clashing gods. Punches and kicks came in furious succession, each strike threatening to tear apart the very world.

Ye Xuan suddenly lashed out with a strike toward Shaurya’s jaw—but Shaurya twisted backward, flipping three times through the air to evade.

Ye Xuan instantly followed, lunging with another strike. But Shaurya spun midair and whipped a spinning kick against Ye Xuan’s fist, deflecting it with precision.

Shaurya descended slightly, only to explode upward with a lightning-fast fist.

Ye Xuan countered with his left fist—another explosive clash. Shaurya was pushed backward by Ye Xuan’s brute force, then met with a sudden upward kick.

But Shaurya’s reflexes were faster. Both palms shot upward, blocking the strike against Ye Xuan’s ankle. Using that force, Shaurya propelled himself upward, spinning with grace before unleashing a tornado kick.

Ye Xuan ducked, narrowly evading the devastating blow. Shaurya retaliated instantly with a punch, only for Ye Xuan to raise his fist and meet him head-on once again.

In a shocking display of agility, Shaurya kicked upward against Ye Xuan’s fist, breaking his rhythm. Before Ye Xuan could react, Shaurya’s heel slammed against his abdomen.

Blood sprayed from Ye Xuan’s lips as he coughed violently. But his ferocity didn’t waver. Snarling, he gripped Shaurya’s leg and spun like a tornado, hurling him toward the ground with monstrous force.

Shaurya twisted midair, flipping at the last instant, and landed on his feet.

CRACK!

The earth split open in spiderweb cracks, a massive crater forming beneath him. Dust and dirt erupted violently into the air.

Ye Xuan gave him no chance to recover. He plummeted downward, slamming his fist toward Shaurya.

BOOM!

The ground quaked again, dust blasting upward in a storm. Yet when the haze cleared, Shaurya was standing behind him, his back turned.

Ye Xuan’s eyes widened in shock.

Shaurya tilted his head slightly Backward, a sly smirk tugging at his lips. "Oh, come on. I can’t look bad—my sect members are watching."

Ye Xuan growled, swinging his left hand in a wide arc. Shaurya bent backward, half-flipping through the air as the attack narrowly missed.

Now hovering horizontally above Ye Xuan’s head, Shaurya’s body twisted with perfect control. Ye Xuan struck upward in an attempt to crush him, but Shaurya spun his body midair, his legs snapping straight upward as his head swung down, evading the blow like flowing water.

Vertically aligned now, Shaurya smiled faintly as he drifted sideways, his body flowing like a serpent. Ye Xuan followed up with a vicious kick, but Shaurya’s crimson barrier flared to life, blocking the strike.

Calmly, Shaurya raised his index finger. Golden spiritual energy gathered at the tip, condensing into a shining orb.

With a smile, he whispered:

"Spiritual Shoot."

Ye Xuan’s eyes widened in horror. At this range, there was no time to dodge. Desperately, he crossed his forearms before him.

BOOM!

The golden shot burst forth like a divine bullet, crashing into Ye Xuan with earth-shaking force. The blast threw him backward violently, while Shaurya shielded himself behind his crimson barrier.

Ye Xuan dug his heels into the ground, sliding back furiously before coming to a halt. His arms were scorched and injured—but still, he smiled.

"ROAR!"

Dark aura erupted around him once more, and with a single step, he charged. The ground crumbled under his pressure, fissures splitting outward from where he ran.

Shaurya descended, aura blazing gold, and surged forward to meet him.

Golden aura against dark. Light against shadow.

With a powerful roar, their fists collided once more. The shockwaves this time were apocalyptic, tearing craters into the ground, splitting the earth into countless fractures.

Their relentless exchange shattered the land beneath them.

Then Ye Xuan suddenly leapt backward, creating distance. Shaurya surged forward to pursue—but Ye Xuan’s lips curved into a smile.

His right palm glowed with sinister purple energy.

Before Shaurya’s strike could land, Ye Xuan thrust his palm forward and roared:

"Demon Dark Palm!"

A colossal palm of purple energy exploded forth, crashing into Shaurya and carrying him downward in an unstoppable tide.

BOOM!

The world shook. The land split open, leaving behind a massive palm print embedded deep into the earth.

At the center of that imprint stood Shaurya, his figure unwavering despite the impact. Dust clung to his shoulders and robe, which he brushed off casually before spitting a mouthful of blood. Still, he smiled.

Ye Xuan raised his finger and motioned mockingly, challenging Shaurya to come at him again.

Shaurya laughed, then launched upward into the air, stopping directly in front of Ye Xuan. Their eyes locked, blazing with fury and exhilaration.

Then, both vanished.

The sky erupted in countless sonic booms as they collided at speeds too great for the eye to follow. On the Dark Pearl, the Sanatan Flame Sect members watched in shock, unable to even track their movements.

Elder Wu’s voice trembled. "I can’t even see them properly..."

Elder Liya’s face was grim. "Their battle... it’s getting more intense with every passing moment."

Lin Shu clutched her chest tightly, whispering with trembling lips.

"Shaurya... I know you can do it."

Scene Back to Battlefield.

Shaurya stood tall, a faint smile tugging at his lips even as blood dripped slowly from the cut across his cheek. Opposite him, Ye Xuan mirrored the expression—his own mouth stained red, blood sliding from the corner of his lips.

Then, without warning, both men vanished.

The battlefield cracked with violent collisions as spears clashed and figures reappeared only to vanish again, over and over. They blurred through the air, striking and disappearing, their forms darting across the shattered ground and broken sky.

Finally, they materialized face-to-face. At the same instant, Shaurya’s right fist and Ye Xuan’s left fist connected squarely against each other’s cheeks.

BOOM!

Explosions erupted all around them, the ground shattering from the shockwaves of their previous invisible strikes. It was no longer mere vanishing and reappearing—they were colliding with such speed and force that reality itself struggled to keep up.

They were breaking their limits.

Meanwhile, aboard the Dark Pearl, Luo Chen’s face tightened in confusion as he leaned forward.

"Wait a minute... what is happening?"

Wang Tian stood frozen, his eyes wide in disbelief. His voice shook as he answered.

"Their speed... it’s too fast for us to watch them. They’re not just vanishing—they’re striking. They’re striking each other with their aura. But we can’t track it."

Every disciple and elder turned their heads slowly back toward the battle. Their eyes widened in shock as the heavens trembled above them.

Then Ye Xuan roared, his voice rolling like thunder.

"I will show you my full power!"

His dark aura erupted violently, exploding outward like a tidal wave. The pressure alone hurled Shaurya backward across the battlefield.

Shaurya’s eyes widened in shock. He could feel it—the overwhelming surge.

"Golden Vein Stage... Level Twelve!"

Ye Xuan’s lips curled back as he screamed, his voice shaking the air.

"Now you will die. Be honoured, think yourself lucky that, I am using my whole power to kill you!"

But instead of despair, Shaurya let out a faint chuckle.

"You also think yourself lucky... that you will go to hell after getting killed by my hands."

With a burst of speed, Ye Xuan appeared in front of him. His fist shot forward like a hammer—but Shaurya tilted his head to the right, dodging by a hair’s breadth. In the same motion, his knee drove upward, crashing into Ye Xuan’s abdomen.

Ye Xuan gasped in shock, but his roar quickly followed as he forced Shaurya back. His fists came down in a relentless barrage. Shaurya blocked, but Ye Xuan’s brute strength was overwhelming—each strike pressed him deeper into the ground until the earth cracked and collapsed into a wide crater.

Roaring in defiance, Shaurya countered with a surge of power, shoving Ye Xuan backward. As Ye Xuan staggered, Shaurya dropped low, pressing his right hand against the ground for leverage. With explosive force, he launched both feet into Ye Xuan’s face.

The blow sent Ye Xuan reeling as Shaurya backflipped, landing lightly in his stance, fists clenched, aura burning.

Ye Xuan rushed him again, fist cutting through the air—but Shaurya ducked low, slipping beneath the strike. He leapt, driving his fist into Ye Xuan’s abdomen and sending him hurtling skyward.

In an instant, Shaurya followed, his aura propelling him upward as his knee slammed into Ye Xuan’s face. Blood spattered into the air, but Ye Xuan only smiled, crimson staining his teeth.

His fist lashed out, striking Shaurya’s chest with bone-cracking force. Before Shaurya could be flung away, Ye Xuan seized his leg and twisted viciously.

Shaurya screamed in pain as his body was hurled through the sky. He caught himself, stabilizing midair, but Ye Xuan was already there behind him.

With both hands joined, Ye Xuan hammered down on Shaurya’s head. His eyes widened in shock before his body was driven into the ground below, the impact shattering stone.

But Shaurya staggered to his feet almost immediately, defiant.

Ye Xuan appeared again behind him, his fingers stabbing forward like blades. They struck Shaurya’s back—but stopped, unable to pierce through.

Ye Xuan’s eyes widened in surprise. He snarled, grabbing Shaurya by the hair, and shoved his fingers deeper into his back. Shaurya screamed in agony, aura flaring wildly around him. With a burst of energy and swift aerial steps, he wrenched himself free, pulling away to catch his breath.

But respite was fleeting. Ye Xuan appeared above him, descending with a brutal kick. Shaurya twisted aside, dodging, but Ye Xuan’s speed surged further—his fist crashed into Shaurya’s abdomen. Blood burst from his mouth.

Ye Xuan didn’t stop. His uppercut smashed into Shaurya’s jaw, launching him back. Shaurya crashed against the earth, flipping three times before colliding heavily.

Still, he forced himself up, blood dripping from his lips.

Ye Xuan smirked mockingly.

"I thought you were strong, but looks like I was wrong. You’re weak."

Shaurya’s smile faded. His teeth clenched, his aura flared with searing intensity. His voice cut cold through the air.

"Tsch... you dare to call me weak?"

He raised his head, eyes glowing with furious light.

"I promise—you will regret this."

His roar split the battlefield as his aura burst outward like a storm. He charged.

Ye Xuan met him, his fist slamming into Shaurya’s cheek. The shockwave thundered across the land—but Shaurya did not retreat. He only shifted his head slightly back, then snapped forward again, fury burning in his gaze.

Ye Xuan’s confidence faltered. He struck again, but Shaurya’s fist drove deep into his abdomen, followed by a brutal uppercut.

Ye Xuan staggered, trying to regain his balance—

But Shaurya spun with a tornado kick that sent him flying backward.

Ye Xuan halted midair, forcing himself upright. But Shaurya appeared instantly before him. Ye Xuan countered with a punch—Shaurya vanished, reappearing at his side, his fist smashing across Ye Xuan’s cheek.

The blow hurled Ye Xuan into the ground, flipping violently before crashing down.

Shaurya soared with aerial steps, striking a devastating kick into Ye Xuan’s abdomen midair, sending him crashing into the mountain peak. The stone cracked and split, blood spraying from Ye Xuan’s mouth.

Shaurya roared in rage, not allowing him a moment to recover. He struck again, his fist slamming into Ye Xuan’s abdomen, the mountain fracturing in a spiderweb of cracks. Ye Xuan’s body embedded into the rock like a broken painting.

But Shaurya did not stop. Fury consumed him. His fists became a storm, a relentless barrage pounding into Ye Xuan. The mountain shuddered and broke apart beneath the overwhelming collisions.

"You don’t know how I hate being called weak!" Shaurya’s voice thundered with each blow. "You stepped on my anger point. You made me mad. Now—you have to suffer!"

His speed increased. His fists became blurs, blood spraying into the air, the mountain peak collapsing into ruin.

Then—

The world went white. Blood spilled like water down.

Shaurya’s eyes widened. His fist froze an inch from Ye Xuan’s face.

A sword had pierced through his Chest. Blood dripping.

His body trembled. His vision blurred. Slowly, he looked down.

Ye Xuan was smiling.

On the Dark Pearl, the Sanatan Flame Sect members went pale, horror painted across their faces. Lin Shu’s scream tore through the air.

"Noooo! Shaurya!"

The vision cleared—the Queen stood behind Shaurya, smiling coldly, her sword buried deep into his body.

Shaurya gritted his teeth as she slid the blade upward, trying to carve him open. But his hand snapped up, glowing golden. Golden light surged down the blade. With a roar, he tighten his grip the weapon shattered into countless fragments—even the hilt dissolved in queen’s grip.

He turned, ready to strike her—

But Ye Xuan’s hand clamped around his neck. The dark aura seared into him as Ye Xuan tightened his grip. Shaurya screamed, thrashing against it.

The Queen struck again, her fist slamming into his abdomen.

Lin Shu’s eyes went wide. She leapt from the Dark Pearl toward him—but slammed into a barrier. The glow spread, encasing the entire ship.

Everyone froze in shock.

Elder Wan’s face darkened.

"This... this is just like last time. Master has locked us here—to protect us."

Lin Shu screamed, pounding her fists against the barrier.

"Why, Shaurya?! We know you think of us and want to protect us—but you should have given us a chance to protect you! To do something for you!"

Tears streamed down her face as she shouted louder, voice breaking.

"You locked us here to protect us... but who will protect you? You idiot! Shaurya!"

Her scream echoed across the battlefield.

Scene shift.

Shaurya had repealed them both with Crimson Barrier.

Shaurya staggered, his body drenched in sweat and blood, his chest heaving violently with every breath. Blood driped from his body.

His exhausted gaze shifted, drawn instinctively toward the Dark Pearl ship floating in the distance. Through the shimmering veil of the barrier, he caught sight of his sect members. Among them stood Lin Shu. Their eyes met—her face etched with worry, her hands trembling against the barrier—and despite the chaos surrounding him, Shaurya found the strength to smile at her.

That moment of fragile connection shattered in an instant.

With a thunderous crack, the Crimson Barrier exploded into fragments of scarlet light. Shaurya’s eyes widened in disbelief. Before he could react, a cold blade pierced clean through his stomach.

He staggered, coughing blood, and slowly turned his head. Behind him stood Ye Xuan, his lips curled into a sinister smile.

Shaurya forced a faint grin, blood running down his chin. "Tsch. Caught me off guard again. Nice attack."

Ye Xuan sneered, twisted the blade, then yanked it free. Shaurya tried to stumble backward, desperate to regain some distance, but Ye Xuan stepped forward with ruthless precision. His sword whistled through the air—

SLASH!

Blood rippled outward as steel carved across Shaurya’s neck.

He froze, stunned, his hand instinctively reaching for the wound. Ye Xuan narrowed his eyes in surprise. "Your neck didn’t cut off?"

Shaurya’s thoughts flickered in the chaos. "Fortunately... I managed to form a spiritual energy barrier beneath my skin in time. Just a shallow cut."

Ye Xuan snarled in frustration and hurled his sword with lightning speed. Shaurya ducked just in time, the weapon grazing past his cheek. His aura flared and golden energy enveloped his fist.

"It’s enough!" Shaurya roared, slightly taking his right fist backward . "Drag—"

But agony struck him before the words were finished. The thrown sword returned, piercing clean through his wrists.

Blood sprayed. Shaurya staggered, gasping, his golden aura vanishing in an instant. His scream tore across the battlefield.

Ye Xuan seized the moment, wrenching the sword free and slamming his fist deep into Shaurya’s abdomen. The impact forced blood to gush from his mouth as his vision darkened.

Then, from behind, the Queen moved like a phantom. With deadly precision, she slashed his back open using Ye Xuan’s own blade. Shaurya’s body trembled violently under the new wound.

Ye Xuan grabbed him with both hands, lifting him high into the air. His muscles bulged, dark aura erupting as he roared, trying to rip Shaurya’s body apart. Shaurya screamed, his voice raw with agony, blood streaming from every wound. But despite the horrifying force, his body resisted.

[His body didn’t tear apart because he had the strongest body physique(Immortal Body) ]

Ye Xuan paused, then realized with twisted amusement. "So... your body won’t tear apart." He smirked devilishly. "Fine. If I can’t split you in two... I’ll crush you instead."

With sadistic strength, Ye Xuan slammed Shaurya’s body against his knee.

CRACK!

The sound of his spine fracturing echoed through the battlefield. Shaurya howled in pain, his body convulsing, his eyes growing dim.

Ye Xuan raised his elbow high, then brought it crashing down into Shaurya’s abdomen.

BOOM!

Blood sprayed from Shaurya’s lips as his arms fell limp, his vision swimming into haze.

Ye Xuan seized his hair, yanking his head back to look into his fading eyes. His voice was calm, cold, yet tinged with respect. "It’s over, Shaurya. I admit—you’re the strongest opponent I’ve ever faced. But you lose."

Purple flames ignited around his palm.

"I will remember you through my entire life, Shaurya."

Then with a roar, he thrust his hand forward.

"Demon Dark Palm!"

The world erupted.

A thunderous explosion shook the ground. Shaurya’s body was hurled downwards, colliding with the earth in a devastating crash. The land split apart, a smoking crater spreading wide with him at its center.

On the Dark Pearl, the barrier finally shattered with a resonating crack. His sect members surged forward, their eyes wide with horror.

"Master!!" voices screamed in unison.

Lin Shu’s cry tore through the chaos. "Shaurya!!" She rushed ahead, Wang Tian and the others close behind.

The dust slowly dispersed, revealing Shaurya’s body lying motionless in a pool of blood. His figure was broken, still, and lifeless. The ground around him glistened red as his blood seeped into the soil.

Lin Shu and other arrived to him. She fell to her knees, cradling him in her arms, her tears streaming uncontrollably. "No, no, no... this can’t be true. Shaurya, you can’t leave me like this! You promised—you promised you’d protect me... that you’d be with me my whole life. You liar! How could you break your promise? Please, Shaurya... open your eyes!"

Her sobs echoed in the silence, her tears falling like rain onto his blood-stained face.

Behind her, Wang Tian dropped to his knees, his body trembling, his tears falling freely. The elders, disciples, every member of the sect stood in broken silence, their hearts crushed at the sight of their fallen master.

Meanwhile, Ye Xuan stood at a distance, watching. The Queen raised her sword, ready to strike at the grieving sect members, but Ye Xuan lifted his hand, stopping her.

She frowned. "What are you doing? Why stop me? They’re vulnerable. It’s the best time to strike."

Ye Xuan’s gaze lingered on Shaurya’s body. His voice was grave, heavy. "Give them a moment. Their leader has fallen. Let them cry for him."

The Queen clenched her teeth. "But this is the best time thier Gaurd is down we can—"

"Not this time," Ye Xuan interrupted. A faint, sorrowful smile crossed his lips. "I killed him unfairly. A warrior like him... didn’t deserve to die that way. At the very least, allow his people to mourn for him. We can kill them anytime."

The Queen fell silent, reluctantly lowering her sword.

Ye Xuan’s eyes hardened as he clenched his fist, looking at Shaurya with respect.

Back at the crater, Wang Tian’s aura suddenly erupted in fury, the ground beneath him cracking under the sheer force. He wiped his tears, unsheathing his sword with a cold, merciless glare.

Luo Chen stepped forward, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Wang Tian, what are you—"

Wang Tian’s voice was steel. "Revenge. I want revenge. Don’t stop me."

Luo Chen smirked grimly, raising his fist. "Who’s stopping you? I’m saying—how could you go without me?"

Their fists met in a vow of vengeance.

Behind them, the elders, disciples, and every member of the sect unleashed their killing intent. Elder Wu, Elder Liya, and countless others burned with rage.

Lin Shu lifted Shaurya’s lifeless body. She slowly walks from there. Xiao Lian creates a ice bed. Lin Shu lie Shaurya’s body on that ice bed. Xiao Lian walked forward, her eyes icy, joining others.

Meanwhile Lin Shu sits on her knees near Shaurya. She clutched his hand, Her voice broke. "You sacrificed yourself to protect us... and I never even got to say it. I fell in love with you, Shaurya. I thought... I thought I would tell you when the time was right. But you—you didn’t give me that chance."

Then, wiping away her tears, her face turned cold, her hand tightening around her sword. She rose to her feet, standing tall despite her grief.

She walks coldy around others. Her sword glinting with determination, strode forth with them. Her tears had dried; only resolve remained in her gaze.

Every sect member’s eyes burned as they locked onto Ye Xuan and the Queen.

The battlefield rumbled again.

This was not over yet.

To be continued...