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Inside the Bai Clan mansion, the Bai Clan Master paced back and forth in nervousness.

All the clan elders wore pensive expressions. Today would decide the future of their clan, and they were all on edge.

"What is delaying that bastard?!" the Bai Clan Master shouted in frustration.

Unknown to them, Elder Wei, the man they were anxiously waiting for, had been captured by the Imperial Army, and the situation had taken a dire turn.

Suddenly, a loud noise erupted from the entrance of the mansion, jolting everyone back to their senses.

"What was that?!" an elder asked, furrowing his brow in confusion.

In Clear Wind City, only a handful of people would dare barge into the Bai Clan's territory without prior notification.

"Send someone to check it out. I want this resolved immediately," commanded the Bai Clan Master.

His main priority was the plan to dismantle the Celestial Heavenly Store from the inside out.

Ahhh!

Before an elder could rush out of the main hall, miserable screams echoed from outside.

"What's going on?!"

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"Who dares attack us?!"

The elders were furious. Without hesitation, they charged out of the hall.

Outside, the sight was horrifying.

Dead bodies were scattered everywhere, and the stench of blood permeated the air.

Before them, stood ten men clad in strange armor, their gleaming swords gripped tightly as they stared at the elders with emotionless gazes.

"Who are you?!" an elder shouted.

Whoosh!

The knights moved as one, launching a synchronized attack. They were not here to talk—they were here to kill.

Seeing the approaching knights, one elder, enraged, stepped forward and unleashed a powerful palm strike.

To become an elder of the Bai Clan, one had to be a Master Martial Artist, making each elder formidable in their own right.

However, what happened next shattered their confidence.

Bang!

Ahhh!

The attacking elder was sent flying, a deep gash across his chest. He crashed to the ground, coughing up blood.

The severity of his injuries stunned the remaining elders.

"What are you doing?! Kill them!" the Bai Clan Master roared in anger.

Staring at the knights filled him with dread. He couldn't shake the feeling that this might mark the end of his clan if they failed to defeat these strange men.

Gripping his weapon tightly, he joined the battle.

As a Peak Expert Martial Artist, he believed he could overcome these men, who seemed to lack martial aura.

Soon, the Bai Clan was embroiled in a desperate battle against the knights.

Despite priding themselves as one of the most powerful clans in the Soaring Cloud Region, they were quickly overwhelmed.

Ahhh!

One by one, the elders fell to the cold blades of the knights.

The scene was gruesome.

No matter how skilled their techniques or how fierce their attacks, they couldn't overpower the knights.

Five minutes later, only the Bai Clan Master remained standing.

His body was riddled with injuries, and his once-proud demeanor was reduced to despair.

"W-Who are you?" he stammered, his voice trembling with hopelessness.

He couldn't recall offending such a powerful enemy. Why was his clan targeted?

Suddenly, his eyes widened in realization as he stared at one of the knights.

"You… you're from the Celestial Heavenly Store?"

"Indeed," one knight responded coldly. "Now, you can die without regret."

"Paralysis Strike!"

The knight swung his sword, the air humming with horrifying force.

The Bai Clan Master stood dazed, his body failing to react in time.

Ahhh!

A miserable scream escaped his lips, filled with regret and unwillingness.

Thud!

His body fell to the cold ground, split apart. Dead.

With their mission complete, the knights didn't linger. Using their profound movement skills, they vanished into the shadows.

Meanwhile, the Soaring Cloud Region was engulfed in palpable tension.

The Imperial Army had made an announcement:

They were at war with the Celestial Heavenly Store and anyone associated with it.

Many people were confused. Weren't they supposed to hold a dialogue with the store? Why had it escalated to war?

On You Connect, rumors and gossip ran rampant.

Many were terrified, especially merchants who had their entire savings stored in the Celestial Heavenly Store Bank.

Some considered withdrawing their funds, but the store's stern announcement made them waver:

Anyone who withdraws all their savings from the store will be barred from using the Spirit Comms.

The Spirit Comms had become an essential part of daily life, and losing access to it would be devastating.

Despite this, many merchants and clans withdrew their money and were promptly banned.

To most, the store seemed destined to fall under the might of the Imperial Army.

The brewing battle between the store and the army drew the attention of the entire kingdom.

Spies from the Imperial Capital and four other regions infiltrated the Soaring Cloud Region.

Even the Necoris, long-time adversaries of the store, kept a close eye on the unfolding events.

In far-off lands, the mixed-race kingdoms also caught wind of the impending conflict and dispatched their spies.

This was unprecedented in the Magma Plain—powerful kingdoms, usually at odds with one another, were now united in observing this single clash.

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How strong could this hidden force be to challenge the might of the human army?

Soon, the answer revealed itself.

From the Boiling Desert, ten thousand knights marched forth.

Each step echoed ominously, reverberating through the atmosphere.

The air was thick with killing intent so intense it was suffocating.

Though on foot, their speed was astonishing.

At the Imperial Army's camp, hundreds of thousands of soldiers stood in rigid formation, their gazes fixed on the horizon.

Many were curious: How strong could this hidden force possibly be?

After all, they were the best of the best.

How could some obscure power compare?

Five hours later, a scout on horseback galloped toward the camp.

Seeing him, the generals exchanged tense glances. Something significant had occurred.

The scout dismounted and rushed into the Field Marshal's tent, relaying his findings.

"The enemy is approaching."

Without hesitation, the Field Marshal grabbed his long saber and stepped out of the tent.

"Prepare for battle!" he commanded.