"What Glorious and Radiant! This is the Battle God's Blade passed down in our Taraku family!"

"Do you expect me to believe you will return the power of the Battle God to me?"

"That's not possible." Bexia shook her head.

"Showing your true colors, huh! That's how you yellow sand bandits are!" The redhead girl appeared indifferent, crossing her arms over her chest and closing her eyes. "If you want to kill me, go ahead. I will never tell you the secret of the Battle God's power!"

"Oh! The power of the Battle God?" Bexia thought, then communicated with the faint image of power she had left inside, saying, "Are you talking about this?"

"How is that possible!!" The redhead girl looked astonished, unable to believe how Bexia could unleash the power from within.

"You... you... you...!"

"Do you know why I won't give it back to you? Because this thing originally belonged to me!" Bexia smiled and said.

"Yours!" The redhead girl's body trembled, taking a few steps back.

"Don't believe me?" Bexia activated all the glorious brilliance within, making the originally vague illusion gradually more distinct, finally revealing a power shadow almost identical to Bexia's behind him.

"This... this...!!" The redhead girl's emotions could not be described as merely surprised anymore, her trembling body suddenly collapsing on the ground.

"Your Battle God!!"

"Battle God?" Bexia remembered his days of idleness before, realizing he should be the God of Battle and Wisdom.

Though Bexia didn't say a word, the girl automatically assumed he had accepted her request. The impact was too much for her to handle, and it took her a while to react, finally dropping to her knees.

"Please, Lord Battle God, take me as your disciple!"

"..." Bexia was at a loss for words, not knowing how to respond to such a sudden request.

"Are you mistaken about something?" Bexia asked awkwardly.

"Please, Lord Battle God, accept me as your disciple!" The redhead girl spoke with unwavering determination.

"Why do you want me to be your master?" Bexia asked, perplexed.

"I want to become powerful!"

A normal answer, but Bexia wasn't really considering taking on a disciple. So he continued, "Why do you want to become strong?"

"I want to avenge my family who perished at the hands of the yellow sand bandits!" The redhead girl's eyes blazed with anger as she spoke.

"My strength is not great..." Bexia was interrupted by the girl.

"If the weapons used by Lord Battle God can become a family heirloom, then Lord Battle God's power must be incredibly amazing!"

How amazing can it be!

Bexia couldn't help but mock inwardly. He had been a mediocre sibling before, receiving all the good things from his sisters. The Battle God's Blade was also arranged with the help of his sisters. The only thing truly his was probably just a touch of the aura of battle.

"You can stand up now," Bexia looked at the redhead girl, who was much lower than him and still kneeling on the ground, slightly taller than Luo Cailing.

"Okay, Master!" The redhead girl smiled happily.

"I haven't agreed to take you as my disciple!" Bexia said in exasperation.

"If Lord Battle God doesn't accept me, I will kneel here forever!" The redhead girl declared, promptly dropping to her knees again.

"..." Bexia's expression was extremely helpless. Was this person playing the helpless card? But he wasn't falling for it.

"I will not take on a disciple!" Bexia said and walked away. He felt it would be best to leave before trouble arose.

Quietly behind him, in Bexia's perception, the redhead girl knelt on the ground, gazing firmly at his retreating figure. When his figure completely disappeared, she bit her lip, tears streaming down her face as she collapsed in the yellow sand, consumed by bitterness.

The redhead girl, having lost her family to the yellow sand bandits, had hoped to become Bexia's apprentice for revenge. However, Bexia walked away, shattering her last glimmer of hope. Even the Battle God's Blade, her only desire, was taken away.

It was like a drowning person grasping at a straw, only to realize it couldn't save them. Such despair was unbearable for most people.

"Mother, what should I do..." The redhead girl lay in the yellow sand, shielding her eyes from the harsh sunlight with her arm. The tears that had just stopped began to flow again.

"Hmm!?" Suddenly, the redhead girl froze as a shadow blocked the sunlight above her. When she opened her eyes, she saw a huge mouthpiece exuding a foul, sticky liquid, with a giant insect glaring at her. Perched on the insect's back was a one-eyed middle-aged man!

"You... you..." The redhead girl's eyes filled with fear because the man before her was the second most powerful figure among the yellow sand bandits, considered one of the strong immortals in the entire world of the yellow sands!

"You, a little ghost from the Taraku family... hmm!!!" Before the one-eyed man could finish his sentence, he abruptly looked up at the sky, as a figure had appeared in mid-air at some point.

"Is it you who killed my men from the Yellow Sand Bandits?" The one-eyed man frowned, looking at the young man in the sky. He couldn't sense the other's strength. If it wasn't far superior to his, then there must be some treasure or artifact masking his aura.