Within the silken moonlight and gentle mountain winds, Southridge Sect has been utterly destroyed. This is evil and rot that reaches the deepest recesses of the soul—how could there be any room for mercy?
However.
Andrew Han still felt a bit puzzled.
"I remember."
"I triggered Berserker State and killed Keaton Nan." Andrew Han muttered to himself, then looked somewhat confusedly at Li Gang and the others. Pointing at the collapsed body of the White‑Fox Great Demon on the ground, he asked curiously, "Where did this Great Demon come from?"
"It was Elder Hua of Southridge Sect." Li Gang replied, his expression grave.
Evidently, fox‑clan Great Demons possess the ability to disguise themselves as martial artists, and their heart‑tempting talents are extraordinarily powerful.
It disguised itself as Elder Hua.
Or perhaps—
From the very beginning, Elder Hua was this Demon, merely appearing in the world in human form.
"Oh."
Not knowing who Elder Hua was, Andrew Han asked in confusion, "This Great Demon was comparable to a titled Martial Lord. Who could be strong enough to kill it? Could it be a fake Great Demon?"
As soon as he said this—
The entire scene fell silent.
Li Gang was stunned, and Jiang Fengxuan—with his silver hair stained in blood—was also left speechless. The other Hidden Dragons all stared at Andrew Han in shock. The cracks stretching dozens of meters, nearly half a meter deep, covering the ground like a woven net, were proof enough of the Great Demon's brute strength.
"Heh."
Chloe Ling, with her delicate features, forced a strange smile: "This Great Demon was definitely real. Its heart‑tempting ability could even affect the guests at the sect gate—it was truly terrifying."
Andrew Han nodded gently, a bit surprised: "It was actually that strong."
Seeing everyone's gaze, and combining it with the lingering fragments of memory from his Berserker State, Andrew Han more or less guessed who had killed the White‑Fox Great Demon—it must have been him.
"Ahem."
"Don't look at me like that," Andrew Han said, hands behind his back, speaking calmly. "I'm a quiet, indifferent person. When it comes to weak Demons and Specters, I never bother to pay attention. I just kill them with one punch—keeps things clean."
...
Li Gang fell silent.
???
Jiang Fengxuan tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"He certainly sounds sincere," Chloe Ling mused to herself, thinking, "Is this the bearing of a true Paragon—to be humble to such an extent? Truly a model for our generation."
On the other side—
Andrew Han studied the body of the White‑Fox Demon.
A hint of worry flashed in his eyes. He felt not the slightest pride—only concern for how many Demons and Specters might still be lurking in the Martial Arts World.
"All right."
"We should go." Andrew Han glanced over Southridge Sect—this place, now the root of darkness, had become an empty ruin.
He had done it.
No.
More accurately, it was all of them who had done it.
A small WeChat group, named 'Ten Thousand Armies Are Nothing,' gathered young talents from all corners. Together, they stormed through the night, swept away the darkness, ignited the dawn with their passion, and dared to renew Sinovera's sun and moon.
"It's over."
"The Dawn War is temporarily over." Andrew Han kicked at the nearly shattered ground, wanting to speak but stopping short. He simply looked up at the bright moon, countless words frozen in his heart.
If there are any consequences from this—
Let them fall upon the Peerless Paragon.
In the end—