When the tension between Mu Cai and Guang Jiang reached its peak threatening to explode, a loud voice broke the silence with commanding authority, like thunder splitting the sky in a summer storm, stopping the confrontation that was about to unleash destruction."The Leader of the Pure Sky Sect, His Excellency Tian Zhang, and Deputy Leader Zheng Yunru have entered the podium of honor!"The ceremonial voice echoed across the mountain arena, shaking the arena and breaking everyone's concentration that had been focused on the impending battle.All eyes shifted from the nearly erupting confrontation with reluctance toward the main podium draped in silk banners, where the sect leaders would stand in their positions of power.Mu Cai and Guang Jiang who had been ready to fight to the death, immediately lowered their hands with visible restraint, withdrawing their spiritual energy back into their meridians, as if awakening from a terrifying nightmare that had consumed them.Mu Cai's golden sn

Suddenly without warning, from the direction of the tents of the third tier cultivators gathered in the back, a black shadow darted forward at an incredible speed that blurred vision.The figure moved like the wind cutting through air, leaving a trail of thin mist in its wake that dissipated slowly.In the blink of an eye faster than most could track, it landed gracefully in the center of the arena with perfect balance, directly in front of Leader Tian and Deputy Leader Zheng who stood on the platform.The man wore a black robe embroidered with gray clouds that moved as if they were alive and breathing.His handsome but cold face that seemed carved from ice was adorned with a mocking smile that showed disdain.His long hair flowing down his back was neatly tied back with a silver skull shaped ornament that gleamed menacingly.As he moved with fluid grace, a intoxicating fragrance filled the arena carried by wind, carried by a sudden gust of wind that made observers dizzy."The Leader

An Ying, despite being unarmed and without visible weapon, did not appear defeated in the slightest or intimidated, like a demon dancing in the midst of hell enjoying carnage.He moved swiftly through the air with impossible grace, dodging sword strikes with movements so graceful they resembled a mesmerizing dance of death that hypnotized, causing hearts to race with fear and admiration.From both of his hands extended forward, black smoke continued to flow without stopping, like an endless river of poison, forming poisonous snakes that attacked Tian Leader from all directions with coordinated strikes, attacks that could not be avoided or blocked easily."Nine Poison Sky Technique!"The black smoke changed color to a deep purple shade, like a dark night without stars or moon, spreading rapidly around the battle area in expanding cloud, like a deadly plague that consumed all life.The faintly sweet scent grew stronger with each passing moment, like the aroma of death disguised as flowe

Amidst the chaos that erupted like wildfire, the leader of the Hellfire Sect named Yan Mo, sat calmly in the corner of the stage with legs crossed, like a lifeless statue carved from stone.He was a middle aged man with red hair flowing down his back, like burning flames consuming everything.His eyes emitted an unstoppable cruelty that pierced souls, like the eyes of a hungry tiger stalking prey.Despite that intimidating appearance, his lips curled into a cold, mysterious smile that revealed nothing, a smile that held many secrets and hidden intentions.The Hellfire Sect was known as the second strongest demonic sect after the Shadow of Darkness Sect across continents, a sect that was both revered and feared by all who knew its name.Their power accumulated through centuries, the strongest among all demonic sects in the martial arts world, caused everyone to acknowledge in silence that the two were the leaders of the demonic sects without dispute, two forces that could not be separa

The main topic of discussion was how the Pure Sky Sect would take responsibility for the loss of the Fire Hearted Sword and face consequences, which had been entrusted to them by the State Master named Lin Zhao.Rong Tian stood behind the crowd deliberately, trying not to draw attention to himself.Disguised as a young cultivator from a small sect with plain robes, his presence at the meeting went unnoticed by guards.As he passed through the gates of the Pure Sky Sect now heavily guarded, now tightly guarded by high ranking disciples of the sect with sharp eyes, he blended in unnoticed among the hundreds of disciples of the Three Star Sect departing.Three days passed slowly like years.News of the Black Bat King's appearance and the theft of the Flame Hearted Sword spread throughout Biramaki City like wildfire consuming dry grass.In tea houses filled with gossip, markets bustling with vendors, and even temples where monks prayed, people discussed the incident with great enthusiasm