**"FOUNDER OF THE MURONG CLAN, MURONG JIN - HAND OVER THE HUNDRED EYE ARTIFACT!"** The leader of the Murim Alliance's voice boomed across the battlefield.

  "Looks like only the strongest came..." Murong Jin said emotionlessly. Then, louder: **"KILL HIM! NO MERCY!"** The command sent warriors scrambling.

  **"MURONG JIN! WHAT ARE YOUR LAST WORDS?"** The Alliance Leader demanded.

  **"EVEN AS I DIE... MY CLAN... MY FAMILY... ALL I HAVE BUILT SHALL REMAIN!!"** With deliberate slowness, Murong Jin painted his face with his own blood, then fell silent.

  **"CHARGE!!!"** The war cry echoed as hundreds surged forward.

  **"YOU... YOU ALL! You may take my life... my soul... BUT YOU CAN NEVER TAKE MY ACCOMPLISHMENTS! MY HONOR! MY ACHIEVEMENTS! NO MATTER HOW YOU SLAUGHTER ME... THE MURONG BLOODLINE WILL PREVAIL!!!"**

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  His dual blades flashed from their sheaths, the metallic whisper freezing the charging horde mid-step. They waited, trembling, as he pointed both swords at the sea of enemies. **"COME AND TAKE MY LIFE, YOU FUCKERS!"**

  "Give us your treasures and we might grant you a painless death!" A Wudang Sect warrior shouted, greed twisting his features. "Especially the Hundred Eye Artifact!"

  **"Treasures...?"** Murong Jin's laugh began as a whisper, then exploded: **"TREASURES?! HAHAHAHAHA! YOU WUDANG BASTARDS DARE SPEAK OF JUSTICE? YOU WHO LICK THE COINS OF THE RICH!"**

  The insult unleashed the horde. Arrows darkened the sky as murderous intent thickened the air.

  When the smoke cleared, the pungent metallic stench of blood choked the battlefield. There stood Murong Jin - 29 sword wounds, 89 arrows, 12 spear wounds painting him crimson.

  **"WE DID IT!"**

  **"THE BASTARD'S DEAD!"**

  **"WE WON!"**

  Their cheers of victory rang out... just as the Hundred Eye Artifact's hundredth eyelid peeled open from his bloodsoaked robes. A single, deafening heartbeat pulsed across the field.

  The warriors' celebration died mid-breath. Men clutched their chests as their own ribs vibrated in sync. One screamed as his pupils split into twin irises. The Alliance Leader stumbled back, face draining of color. **"WHAT SORCERY IS—"**

  The artifact's hundredth eye blinked.