A hushed silence fell over the room as the words Forbidden Tower Death Decree pierced through the air, an ominous declaration that clawed at every ear, twisting faces into masks of wary apprehension. Even Madame Xiao and Ning Yan found their expressions betraying a hint of concern.1

A collective gasp was the crowd’s singular, unnerved response.0

“The Forbidden Tower, huh?” Yun Xiao remarked..0

Within the vast Sea of Swords, countless forces vied for dominance. However, none cast a shadow quite as imposing as the Forbidden Tower—its rule, unchallenged and absolute.0

Suddenly, a thunderous bang resounded as the formidable gates of Sword Heaven swung open. A man, cloaked in a black robe, emerged, taking deliberate strides within, greeted by Sword Heaven’s disciples with an honor that seemed paradoxically servile.0

“Xiao He.” Ning Yan’s eyebrows knitted together, tracing a delicate frown across her visage.0

Here stood Xiao He, the entrusted guardian of Holy Son Chu, a protector whose only mission was to ensure the unhampered blossoming of his ward.0

At that moment, a chilly resolve flickered in his eyes, an icy stare that unerringly found Yun Xiao amidst the sea of faces. In a heartbeat, his awe-inducing magic power surged forth, washing over the gathering, and pressed down upon Yun Xiao with the weight of an unseen ocean.0

"Xiao He?" Madame Xiao's face shifted from its earlier ebony stoicism to a shade tinged with a semblance of vitality upon setting eyes on him. She raised her hand slightly, her voice a mere murmur, yet it cut through the silence assertively. "The Forbidden Tower Death Decree, was that...0