While they were flying on Eryke's sword will, the entire Martial World erupted into chaos upon seeing a bounty of ten thousand gold coins for the demon hunt of Eryke.

A Demon Hunt could only be declared by the top three sects of the Orthodox Faction, and only when they truly wished to see someone dead, offering immense treasures as the reward.

If any lesser sect dared to attempt such a decree, they would be immediately crushed by the combined might of the top three sects.

It was essentially their way of displaying authority. They weren't forcing other Martial Artists to take action; instead, they were simply tossing a bone to a hound, knowing it would eagerly bite.

The reward itself was beyond imagination, so great that even the other two top sects felt the temptation. It amounted to nearly eighty percent of their entire fortune, and securing it would mean almost doubling their wealth in an instant.

The Million Gold Sect did not bear its name in vain; their riches were truly vast.

But the Sound Sect did not act recklessly, especially since the zither woman, the lady of the sound sect, stopped them.

However, it was a different story for the Thousand Iron Sect. They dispatched countless spies to scour the lands in search of him.

A massive hunt began, with eyes fixed on tracking down Eryke and his companions.

Even with the terrifying might Eryke had already displayed, none were truly afraid. After all, how much stamina could one man possess? Could he really kill them all?

Of course, no one wished to be the first to bear the brunt of Eryke's wrath, becoming nothing more than a stepping stone for others. But the sin of greed was something few could resist.

Moreover, many harbored their own schemes. Even if they couldn't confront him directly, they could always resort to underhanded methods: poison, traps, or strange concoctions.

No matter how monstrous Eryke was, could he possibly defend against everything?

Meanwhile, Eryke's Sword Will descended upon a remote mountain, where he casually carved out a house.

It was a simple dwelling.

"We will stay here for now," Eryke said in a stern voice.

"Master, won't I just be a third wheel between you and your wife?"

"Don't start, you little brat. Just get lost." Eryke rubbed his forehead.

"Hehe." She quickly darted away.

"Sorry, Geneva, that girl is far too bratty." Eryke turned to her with an apologetic look.

"It's fine. I don't mind," Geneva replied, hurriedly avoiding his gaze as much as she could.

"Thank you," he said softly, before turning around to leave.

"Where are you going?" she shouted after him in a hurry.

Eryke answered with a fierce, burning gaze, "To fight the world."

If he didn't fight, he would appear weak, and once weakness was shown, countless snakes would emerge from hiding. It was better to make an example of a few, so others wouldn't dare stick their necks out too far.

With a light push against the ground, Eryke soared upward, leaping into the sky and leaving Eleanor and the little brat behind.

"Hehe." The little girl giggled with glee as she turned to Geneva. Tugging at her sleeve, she teased, "So tell me, Master's wife, when did you two first meet?"

Geneva felt her cheeks flush, but she gathered her strength and replied, "Why does it concern you?"

"Oh, so you two are together." The little girl beamed.

Geneva froze, left utterly speechless. "No, I didn't mean that…"

"Come on, spill the beans already!" The little girl's eyes sparkled with excitement.

***

The cold wind rushed past Eryke's long golden hair, and his blue pupils shimmered like a boundless ocean, vast and immeasurable.

He leapt high from the ground, soaring through the air as if he were flying.

"Ho, this feels far more soothing than boringly drifting with my Sword Will."

At that moment, an arrow, its tip smeared with poison and flames, producing eerie green fire, shot directly at him.

Eryke casually raised his hand and caught it with complete indifference. "Interesting. Someone dares to attack me."

His gaze swept toward the assailants, where he spotted a group of dozens, each with arrows drawn and aimed squarely at him.

"Did that monster bleed?"

"No, he didn't bleed…"

"Fire! Fire!"

Arrows flew in unison, every shaft aimed mercilessly at Eryke's vital points.

The giant Sword Will materialised behind Eryke, and he casually flew through the air upon it, dodging every arrow with ease.

"An eye for an eye, a hand for a hand. Since you have chosen to kill me, it is no problem for me to kill you." Eryke pointed with a single finger.

Swish!

The Sword Will surged like a missile and swooped down, ending all the attackers' lives in an instant.

He then landed and surveyed the bloody scene.

"I will create my Fifth spell with the blood of my enemies."

Since they weren't going to leave him alone, Eryke wouldn't leave them alone either. He extended his hand, and the blood swirled together, forming a blood cloth before condensing again and again into a single pellet that landed neatly in his palm.

The blood of a Martial Artist was extraordinary, brimming with vitality and Qi.

"This will be the material for my Fifth Spell."

With a deep, commanding voice, the Sword Will appeared behind him once more. Eryke leaped onto it and shot away at incredible speed.

Where was he heading?

***

"There are traces of Eryke, but he seems to be nowhere. Where the hell is he?" a woman with her face veiled spoke in a gentle tone, reclining seductively on her bed.

"From what I know, that man doesn't seem like someone who hides," replied the woman holding the zither, the same woman from the auction.

"Hmm, then where do you think he might be?" the first woman asked with a chuckle. "The whole Martial World is chasing him."

"Considering his insanity, he would go… directly to the source."

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