Early morning. The sun blazed high in the sky.
The Dawn War quietly unfolded—a sweeping extermination campaign spanning all of Sinovera, from Yunhai City in the east to the northernmost provinces, targeting all sixteen martial clans involved in the breeding trade.
These martial clans, or 'aristocratic families,' are organizations formed by loosely affiliated martial artists bound by blood.
Any clan claiming the title of 'aristocratic family' boasts at least one Martial Lord, dominating their province to such a degree that even the Martial Arts Alliance must tread carefully around them.
But now—
In the face of a youth whose blood runs hot and heart burns with resolve, why bother with poetic bravado? They fear no turmoil or waves.
If martial training ignores evil, why practice martial arts at all?
If cultivating the heart means ignoring the suffering of the people, what kind of cultivation is that?
Peerless Andrew Han issued the summons; Chloe Ling of Exquisite Heart Sect coordinated the deployment; Li Gang of Thunder Path Sect handled real-time strategy. Hidden Dragons and martial prodigies answered the call, setting out for their assigned targets—ready to strike.
Who cares about the power of aristocratic families?
Who fears the consequences?
Let the marshes spread and the thorns thicken—these youths have sworn to rise alongside the Contemporary Paragon, to carve out ten thousand miles of clear, bright skies above Sinovera!
The Dawn War.
Dares to force a reckoning across all eight wildernesses of the world.
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Within Sinovera, late morning.
The sun was dazzling, the skies clear for thousands of miles.
The sun rose from the eastern horizon, its gentle rays warming the land and driving away the lingering chill of morning.
"Second Group has arrived."
Chloe Ling, carrying a pure white school backpack, stood before the gates of the Hutton Family estate.
"Third Group has arrived. Fourth Group has arrived."
Li Gang, Ethan Chen, Jason Jiang, and other Hidden Dragons and martial prodigies formed tightly coordinated teams, each signaling their readiness and awaiting the moment to strike.
"I'm here too."
"Knight Family." Andrew Han stood expressionless before the manor gates, head bowed as he glanced at his phone.
WeChat group chat.
All was silent.
Suddenly, Andrew Han sent the message that would ignite everything: Kill! Kill! Kill!
The small group chat called 'Ten Thousand Armies Are Nothing' roared to life, its passion shaking the skies—a fitting name, for today even a thousand armies were but trivial before them.
Blazing lightning split the world for ten thousand miles!
A torrent of meteors tore through the darkness, illuminating all!
Today.
The Dawn War had begun.
In the face of darkness, they held firm to their original resolve; confronted by evil, they never doubted their hearts—the purpose of this war: kill them all!
"Colluding with Demons and Specters—"
"Breeding their own kin—"
"You are guilty! You deserve death!"
Twin fists, gleaming like jade, wreathed in endless streams of power, roared forth like true intercontinental missiles, annihilating the Knight Family.
At the same time—
Across Sinovera, the gates of the martial clans thundered in an instant.
Like a surging tide, it was born in a flash—carrying the momentum to overturn the heavens and change the sun and moon, with the resolve to slaughter across ten thousand miles and illuminate the world, forged from the steadfast hearts of those who never forgot why they trained. The first ray of dawn pierced the sky.
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Hutton Family, estate front gate.
Huff. Huff.
Huff. Huff.
A middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses hurried back to the clan estate, having received an urgent summons from the family head. He immediately abandoned pressing government business to return.
"What's going on?"
"No idea what trouble has cropped up in the clan."
No matter how many times he tried, his calls wouldn't go through, leaving the man increasingly perplexed.
But then—
When he reached the gates of the Hutton Family estate and saw the ruins inside still billowing black smoke, his anxious expression froze. Shock and cold dread gripped his heart.