The cloth covering two of the ten bodies was suddenly revealed."Hiii!" cried a woman with a trembling voice."Horrible!" said a middle-aged man as he squinted his eyes."I want to vomit!" hissed another citizen, suddenly turning his face away and vomiting.The appearance of the two exposed bodies was creepy. Their bodies were split and swollen.But Eadric Rong stared seriously, his eyes narrowed."Wudang Sword Art!" he thought in disbelief.However, as if there were a cold wind nipping at his back, Eadric Rong began to consider another possibility: whether it had anything to do with the Black Stream Sect's big meeting at Lingyun Peak tomorrow night.Even so, he tried to maintain a positive mind, trying to imagine that these slain figures were just ordinary travelers."Isn't the Wudang Sect a white sect? They shouldn't have intervened so cruelly," he said in a tone of astonishment.Eadric Rong was about to continue his diatribe against the mercilessness of the killing when his keen ea

The receptionists—the young members of the Hell's Tomb Sect—all gasped.Their faces paled. "If that ice sword attack had been aimed at us, wouldn't we all be dead?" they thought, fear lingering in their hearts.However, they no longer had to worry about Bing Xin Mo.In one fell swoop, his body disappeared, leaving only a white-colored shadow that flashed into the passage leading to the bowels of the earth, where the Hell's Tomb Sect was located.+++Traveling into the bowels of the earth, where the Hell's Tomb Sect was located, was like taking a scary tour.The oil lamps and candles that clung to the mossy hallways and damp soil emitted a foul smell.The wind blew with a thick, death-like scent, harmonizing with the sound of water dripping down the walls of the long passage into the depths of the earth.Every step seemed to lead them deeper into a world filled with mystery and danger.At the end of the road, there was a large village whose buildings were made of stone. All the buildin

The atmosphere suddenly froze as the voice echoed out, challenging the power of the Ice Heart Demon—Bing Xin Mo. All eyes were fixed on the two figures standing at the doorway of the cave, the entrance to the Sacred Tomb Sect's compound.They were a married couple who looked about sixty years old.The husband, despite his aging face, wore clothes that made him appear like a young man of twenty. His muscles protruded from underneath his tight-fitting clothes, showcasing his tall and well-built physique. His face was grim and cruel, while his white hair was left unbound.The wife, on the other hand, looked very presentable. Her snow-white hair was styled with clips, forming a neat bun on top of her head. A gold bun adorned with pearls added contrast to her aged and wrinkled face, which was still enhanced with heavy cosmetics."Who are these two crazy individuals?" whispered a cultivator in the crowd."They dare to challenge the Ice Heart Demon? Are they seeking death?" added another in

However, just as a sense of pride overflowed in Bing Xin Mo's chest and cultivator hysteria filled the atmosphere, a voice suddenly spoke in a cold tone. The voice was scornful, but it was so loud that it overpowered the commotion.The sound was piercing to the ears, like the night wind bringing bad news."Bing Xin Mo! Shameless old demon. Appointing himself as the leader of the black sect... when in fact this Bat King is still alive!"BAM!The commotion among the cheering cultivators instantly turned into silence. Even if a single hair fell, it would have been clearly heard. The air that had been filled with excitement now felt heavy and oppressive.The voice spoke in a soft yet threatening tone, sounding like a whisper in the ears of every cultivator. They all got goosebumps, imagining how powerful the person speaking was."Insolent! Who are you? If you're a man... let’s not hide! Show your face, and we’ll fight to determine the truth of my words! Don’t dare to speak furtively like

The sound of thunderous shouts rang out, flooding the underground room with electrifying euphoria.Over a thousand cult leaders prostrated themselves and worshipped the Black Bat King, who stood on top of a dried-up branch of the oak tree.The faint glow of oil lamps and torches illuminated his figure dressed in a dark black robe, making him look like a terrifying giant bat.It was an oppressive and terrifying sight! The Black Bat King's shadow seemed to extend across the stone walls, giving the impression that he was part of the darkness itself.The meeting of the Black Stream cultivators began with a tense atmosphere. The dimly lit oil lamps and torches added to the gloomy ambiance in the large underground room.Tense and wary faces could be seen among the meeting participants.The main discussion was the cause of the disputes that had arisen, incurring the wrath of the White Sect. The sect leaders of the Black Stream whispered to each other, debating theories and speculations.As i