First, take down the Sword Demon, then save Runeterra.

"Human ingenuity should not be underestimated. If we had had such a tool back then, the whole world would probably belong to Shurima," Aatrox remarked, leaning back in his seat.

"Old man, the first person to get in my car should have been Riven, not you, hahaha!" Atto joked.

No man can resist a luxury car, and Ato is no exception. He is very excited to own his own car.

"That idiot Draven, has he never seen a car crash before? He keeps accelerating like a madman."

When Ato arrived at the gates of the Glory Arena, he didn't see Draven; only a car was parked there.

"Where is he? Has he already gone inside?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ato saw Draven emerge from the dark alleyway beside him, swinging his two signature spinning axes.

"Hahaha! This thing is still the most convenient to use!"

Draven now looks radiant and full of confidence, showing no trace of his dejected state yesterday.

"You went to the casino to redeem your weapons?"

“This is my treasure! Come on, Brother Atto, my men are waiting.”

From the outside, the Glory Colosseum looks very similar to the Colosseum in ancient Rome.

After entering the gate and passing through a dark corridor, you arrive at the arena's fighting area.

The arena was about half the size of a football field, with a thick layer of dust on the ground. The surrounding spectator area was divided into three layers, but it was completely empty at the moment.

"Once Jericho comes to power, I'll definitely make him bring all the soldiers back from outside! What kind of bullshit are they fighting every day? Nobody even comes to the arena anymore!"

Draven's roar echoed through the arena, and soon several burly men with bare upper bodies emerged from the duel preparation room.

Draven saw them and laughed arrogantly, "Brothers, we've got a job!"

……

Yi was unable to enter a meditative state.

For the past three or four months, Yi has been following his master's orders and has never gone down the mountain once, but he is always worried about the battle situation outside.

Yi, as the most talented disciple since the founding of the Wuji Sect, was known as the "Young Master." Meditation was as simple to him as drinking water, so there must be a reason why he couldn't enter meditation today.

"Could something have happened down the mountain?"

Thinking of this, Yi could no longer remain calm and had no intention of cultivating.

He left the meditation room to check on his master's movements.

Usually at this time, the master would be instructing the younger disciples in the backyard, and Yi didn't need to participate because the master felt that he had nothing left to teach.

Yi tiptoed to the backyard, where his master, as usual, was demonstrating the Wuji Sword Technique to his disciples.

"I'm sorry, Master, I'm going to disobey the teachings."

Yi returned to his room, put on the multi-eyed helmet that could see into the spiritual realm, picked up the sword forged by Master Dolan, and prepared to go down the mountain to fight the enemy.

As soon as Yi stepped out of the mountain gate, he was stunned by the scene before him.

The area below the mountain was already engulfed in flames, with thick smoke drifting into the air and being blown into the mountains by the wind, filling the air with the smell of burning.

Yi's hand, gripping the longsword, trembled. He dared not think about how many innocent people had died in the war while he remained a bystander.

"Senior brother, you can't go! Master specifically instructed you to stay on the mountain!"

Two young disciples guarding the mountain gate tried to dissuade them.

"Can you bear to watch the invaders slaughter the people of Ionia?" Yi demanded loudly.

"This..." The two disciples exchanged a glance. In fact, they also felt heavy-hearted when they saw the changes down the mountain, but the precepts of the Wuji Sect bound them.

"Senior brother, you should go back. If you go down the mountain, Master will punish us!"

"At this point, what punishment do you still care about!" Yi felt that this was the first time he had met these fellow disciples. "You are being punished, but people are losing their lives!"

"Yi, you stop right there!" The commotion at the mountain gate finally caught the attention of Yi's master, who quickly led the other masters out to stop them.

Yi did not respond, but instead raised his right hand holding the sword.

No one present saw what he did. The next moment, an invisible sword aura slashed out and flew into the distance, accompanied by a gust of wind that made the bamboo forest on both sides sway.

"Anyone who dares to stop me can try." With that, Yi strode confidently down the mountain.

Everyone was utterly shocked by that sword strike; the "intention" it contained was beyond their comprehension, including that of all the masters from various sects.

"Is this...is this still my wicked disciple?" Yi's master murmured.

Yi quickened his pace and arrived at the foot of the mountain in just a few minutes. The smoke there was so thick that it was hard to breathe.

The town in the distance had come into view, and the shouts of soldiers and the cries for help of the Ionians could be faintly heard.

Yi's face, hidden beneath his helmet, bulged with veins, and he transformed into a streak of blue light, hurtling towards the distant town.

Only a few civilians in the town were resisting, carrying kitchen knives or steel forks; most people were hiding in closets, trembling with fear.

How could rudimentary equipment possibly stand against elite Noxian soldiers? Ten rebelling civilians might not even be able to take down one soldier.

The door offered no resistance to the axes, and the soldiers easily discovered the hiding civilians.

In order to boost his own morale, Duguel, following Swain's defeat at Presidium, ordered his soldiers not to spare civilians and to kill them along with the rebels.

"No! Don't kill me!"

A frail woman was dragged out by the soldiers; death awaited her.

However, just before the axe fell, the soldier's head hit the ground first, blood splattering high and splashing onto the faces of the soldiers watching the spectacle.

"What's going on!" The soldiers were furious. They saw a monk wearing a silver robe and a strange helmet helping the frightened woman up.

"It's alright, you go inside and wait, it'll be safe soon." Yi helped her into the house, closed the door again, and stared at the soldiers with the seven eyes on his helmet.

"Playing tricks!" The soldiers didn't care where he came from. The weak resistance in Baru province gave them confidence; the rebels here were far weaker than those in Navoli province.

The axe swung towards Yi's neck, but in Yi's eyes, the soldiers' attacks were no different from slow motion.

He quickly bent down, causing the axe to strike empty air, while simultaneously holding his longsword horizontally in front of him and slashing towards the soldier's stomach.

The impenetrable iron spiked armor shattered like tofu upon contact with Yi's longsword.

The armor offered no protection whatsoever, and the soldier was easily cleaved in two at the stomach!

After killing one soldier, Yi didn't stop. Using the momentum of his forward charge, he arrived at the next soldier in the blink of an eye.