Chapter 29: Fiend Generals

Command Center

Meng Chen studied Li An. “Confident against Xido?”

“Yes.” Li An nodded.

“His Five Fiend Generals talent lets him manifest two Fiend Sigils at his current realm.”

“You’ll face three enemies.”

“Fiend Generals dominate early-stage combat. Your talents aren’t frontloaded. Sure about this?”

“No retreat once engaged. Lose, and you die.”

The Fiend Generals talent traded ceiling for floor.

One, Three, Five, Seven—the number denoted how many Fiend Sigils a user could bear. Each Sigil channeled a demonic deity’s youthful power, scaled to the wielder’s realm. Even at 60% efficacy, two peerless prodigies from bygone eras, plus Xido himself, formed a lethal triad.

Li An’s gaze hardened. “Three-on-one is tough.”

“The key is shattering Xido’s psyche.”

“Can your talent attack externally now?”

“I can drag minds into my dreams.”

“Good.” Meng Chen exhaled. “But know this—we can send a decoy in your stead.”

Li An’s eyes narrowed. “A decoy… Lin He?”

Above, on the observation deck, a lean youth with glasses crouched over a medicinal basin. Scarred arms absorbed viscous liquid as Lin He flexed exhausted fingers.

“Three hundred combat conversions,” he muttered, voice cutting through steel and stone. “Quit dithering.”

Li An cracked his neck. “Let’s go.”

Battlefield

Armies faced off across six kilometers.

In the center crater, Xido paced. “Where’s your ‘hero’? Scared to—”

BOOM!

A meteor streaked downward—Li An in freefall.

Gasps erupted. Lin Zhou’s jaw dropped. Who survives that impact?!

Xido’s eyes blazed. Twin Sigils ignited on his back, spewing black mist that coalesced into armored titans:

Kra’thok the Spear: Crimson-plated, lance crackling with void energy.

Vorgath the Colossus: Obsidian greatsword cleaving the very air.

The Fiend Generals lunged—no elements, no tricks. Pure martial annihilation.

Li An closed his eyes.

Zhang Sanfeng’s teachings reverberated:

“Divine Requiem isn’t fists—it’s elegy. A lament for every punch that failed to shatter fate.”

First Movement: Overture – Windsong.

Feel the wind’s cadence. Become its whisper.

Twenty meters. Ten. Five—

Kra’thok’s spear tip screamed. Vorgath’s blade hummed.

Li An’s fists moved.