Chapter 368: Generous Roars, Ten Thousand Miles of Clear Sky
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If the road ahead holds no Dao, then let Andrew Han carve the way.
The six great clans—this is far from all the darkness.
"Southridge Sect."
"That is the true root of all darkness."
At the main gate of the sixth great clan, Andrew Han stopped, turned back to glance at the ruined walls in the glow of dusk, his eyes as indifferent as the unruly sea.
A peerless killing intent surges forth—dragons and phoenixes alike are swept away!
The prodigies burn with righteous fury—no matter their strength, all shall be slain!
"You claim you have done no wrong?"
"Yes, that's right. Strictly speaking, you have done nothing wrong... But this goes far beyond mere error—this is monstrous sin."
Andrew Han shook his head in silence.
If the world were truly like this, it would be a sorrow too bitter to speak.
To be born human is to know right and wrong, good and evil, love and hate—but the most basic moral decency and principles of humanity must always remain.
Only with these do we truly count as human.
Without them, we are nothing but objects.
"Since that is so."
"The first half of the Dawn War has now ended... As for the second half, Andrew Han will see it through alone."
Andrew Han left the sixth great clan behind. He did not send any further messages in the WeChat group, but quietly bought a plane ticket and boarded a regular flight to the central city of Southridge Province.
He did this because he did not wish to trouble the other Hidden Dragons and martial prodigies any further.
Located in Southridge Province, Southridge Sect is a martial sect both genuine and formidable, home to nine Martial Lord Realms. Within its ranks are those recognized by Sinovera’s official registry—the First Step Martial Lord Realm, Southridge Absolute. Here lies immense danger, treacherous opportunity, and profound darkness.
"Darkness unending, slaughter without end—"
Andrew Han closed his clear, mirror-like eyes and sat quietly in the airplane cabin: "Not a single one can be spared."
He was prepared to exhaust all his strength, alone.
His momentum surged toward the vast sky, as if to clear away the clouds for ten thousand li of daylight!
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Night descended over the airport in Southridge Province.
A mid-sized passenger plane emerged from the lacquer-black night, appearing above the airport, preparing to land.
"Finally here."
"This is my second time coming to Southridge Province... Last time was to kill the Mu clan’s Specter; this time, it’s to slaughter the world’s darkness." Andrew Han sat inside the cabin, gazing at the city’s nightscape outside the window.
Much like before, he could still see some exquisite restaurants built atop high-rises, serving mainly American and Anglo-French cuisine.
But unlike his previous flight, the chance encounter with the Bai siblings did not happen again.
Such things are rare and fleeting.
The plane landed smoothly, and the cabin doors opened.
Andrew Han gently closed his eyes, letting emotions surge within his heart, fermenting an unwavering resolve.
"Southridge Sect."
"I, Andrew Han, will cross eight hundred li alone, and tonight I swear to annihilate your sect!"
Conviction turned, his heart boiling, his blood burning.
Andrew Han rose like a mountain, striding out of the airport toward Southridge Sect.
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As everyone knows.
Most of today's popular films and dramas express a common idea: better that I betray the world than fail to reach its summit, standing proud above all beneath heaven.
As for all else in the world—
Neither my concern, nor my wish, nor my burden. This carefree individualism is shared by Andrew Han and other martial prodigies, as well as by Miles Ning.
There is nothing wrong with this view!
In today’s society, those who fight and bleed in the Martial World, and those who live ordinary lives on Sinovera’s land—their lives are precious, and living is hard enough. To protect oneself and one’s loved ones is already a rare achievement.
To live well, to keep one’s life in order—this is truly no easy feat!
First build a family and career, then worry about society. This is the path of an ordinary person. It may not be perfectly right, but it is certainly not wrong!
"That's right."
Ahead lay a great river; Andrew Han crossed it, stepping over the waves.
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"When I was young, I once wondered—"
"If I possessed overwhelming power, should I selflessly dedicate myself to the world, following the creed that with great power comes great responsibility?"
Ahead lay wilderness; Andrew Han pressed onward.
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"When I practiced martial arts, I realized—"
"I, Andrew Han, am just an ordinary person. I cannot be a saint who illuminates all, nor a hero of pure selflessness. I only wish to protect those I care about, to shield the beauty I hold dear."
Ahead lay mountains; Andrew Han climbed over them.
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"Only now, at last, do I begin to understand."
"Perhaps I cannot illuminate this world, but I can ignite the dawn—within the reach of my gaze, no such darkness shall arise, and all malice must be buried."
"If this is called responsibility—"
"Then I, Andrew Han, willingly shoulder it!"
At this moment, dark clouds shrouded the sky, deepening the night.
Today, with Andrew Han present, his momentum soared as high as the clouds.
"Southridge Sect."
"I’ve arrived." Andrew Han, hands clasped behind his back, expressionless, crossed the dark mountain and saw the faint outline of the sect’s massive stone gate.
Yet—
As he advanced, his resolute face froze in shock.
Pa-da.
His blazing stride came to a halt.
Andrew Han’s face trembled, his gaze shook, and he stared blankly ahead.
Under the night sky, with clouds filling the heavens, ten Hidden Dragons and martial prodigies in varied attire stood in two lines, faces solemn, all gazes fixed on Andrew Han.
"You, you all..."
Andrew Han was truly stunned.
His sharply defined eyes grew slightly red as, from beginning to end, he carefully looked at each comrade whose fighting spirit burned.
In this moment—
They were all comrades in the Dawn War!
Clad in pure white robes was Chloe Ling of Exquisite Heart Sect; face bloodied yet wearing silver-white robes and hair was Jason Jiang of Sacred Spring Sect; with a proud expression and long robe was Li Gang of Thunder Path Sect; once an adversary, now grave-faced, was Ethan Chen of Red Lake Mist Sect... and even some whose names Andrew could not recall.
Faced with this scene—
Andrew Han was overcome with shame, unable to speak.
Not only did he fail to recognize everyone present, but he had come here alone without informing them—hoping only that none of these passionate youths would be hurt.
Pa-da.
Chloe Ling lifted her head, her voice ringing out: "Dawn War Second Group has exterminated its target and now respectfully awaits the Peerless Paragon’s arrival, hoping to advance and retreat together, to fight side by side into the heavens!"
Swish—
Li Gang swept his long robe forward and bowed: "Dawn War Third Group has exterminated its target and now respectfully awaits the Peerless Paragon’s arrival, hoping to advance and retreat together, to fight side by side into the heavens!"
Immediately after—
The remaining eight all stepped forward, bowing with hands clasped, like an unstoppable tide of dawn, gathering into a momentum too grand for words: "We await the Peerless Paragon’s arrival, hoping to advance and retreat together, to fight side by side into the heavens!"
The affairs of this world surge like tides, and people flow like water. To keep one’s original heart is rare since ancient times.
Draw your sword and return with a unified heart—youths gather, and generosity still burns.
"Good."
Andrew Han uttered a single word.
"Good! Good! Good!"
Andrew Han’s solemn expression turned to song-like resolve.
Since this life has blessed me with your friendship—if the world has no Dao, then let us carve the way together!
He felt inspiration boiling in his mind, his blood surging like a tidal pillar overturning the sea. Tears glimmered in his eyes as he pressed his right fist to his chest: "Darkness and malice lie ahead. I, Andrew Han, am willing to fight alongside you all, to slaughter across ten thousand li of Sinovera, to carve out a vast clear sky, and let the bright sun—rise! High! Over heaven and earth!"
"Dare! Not! Disobey!"
Ten generous voices converged, like dawn tearing open the night.
At the same time, twelve other martial prodigies infiltrated Southridge Sect’s breeding grounds, rescuing those trapped in hell.
Thus, the evidence was irrefutable.
Thus, there was no more hesitation.
"Everyone."
"Let us—pay a visit to Southridge Sect!" Andrew Han bowed solemnly, his presence surging skyward, his resolve blazing, advancing without fear into the heart of darkness.
"To the gate!" "To the gate!" "To the gate!"
At that moment, the clouds veiling the night slowly drifted away, revealing moonlight as delicate as silk, spilling down to illuminate all of Southridge Sect.
Operation Dawn, the final battle—Generous Roars, Ten Thousand Miles of Clear Sky!