Formation techniques.Kael Draven knew there was no avoiding it. One day, he would have to clean out the sect and eliminate the traitor.Over the following days, he devoted himself completely to accepting the inheritance. Blazing Heaven poured all of his lifetime insights, understanding, and mastery of the Technique of Formations into Kael Draven's mind without reservation.The process was far from easy.It took a full ten days before Kael Draven finally managed to absorb the inheritance."Kael Draven," Blazing Heaven Emperor said slowly, "although you have inherited my knowledge of formations, your future achievements will still depend on your own efforts. Never forget this—the Technique of Formations values comprehension above all else. Without sufficient insight, no amount of hard work will yield meaningful results."He paused before continuing."With your current level of understanding, setting up ordinary formations should no longer be a problem."Kael Draven nodded respectfully.

Silas Thorne's death struck Douglas Thorne harder than anyone could have imagined.Fueled by grief and rage, he immediately dispatched twenty Great Venerables, vowing to erase Dragon Sect from existence.If this had happened in the past, the Third-Level Draven Family would never have supported such a decision. But things had changed.The battle between Kael Draven and Caius Draven had altered everything.Whether Caius Draven had suppressed his cultivation or not no longer mattered. The result was clear—Kael Draven had won. Worse still, he had killed Silas Thorne.Travis Draven understood the situation perfectly. If he chose to stand in Douglas Thorne's way now, the Royal City would undoubtedly turn all of its fury against the Third-Level Draven Family.Twenty Great Venerables.That single decision revealed just how deep the Royal City's foundations truly ran.But Douglas Thorne wasn't satisfied with that alone.He personally visited the Third-Level Draven Family, Netherworld Mansion, a

James Arthur began explaining the origins of the City of Sin. The City of Sin. According to him, it was the most infamous and dangerous place in the entire Nine Provinces. Bloodshed ruled its streets, and slaughter was as common as breathing. The moment someone stepped through its gates, they were gambling with their life. Whether they would ever walk out again was another matter entirely. The people who entered the City of Sin generally belonged to one of two groups. The first were criminals whose crimes had made them enemies of the Four Great Powers or other major factions. With nowhere left to run, they fled into the City of Sin as a last refuge. The second were martial artists addicted to killing. They sought greater danger, greater excitement, and greater challenges. For such people, the City of Sin was heaven. In short, it was a place feared by all. James Arthur's plan was straightforward. The City of Sin existed in a state of constant chaos. If Kael Draven could establis

The eighty-one martial artists were beyond furious.These weren't ordinary martial artists. They were Great Venerables and a Realm King—figures who stood near the peak of the Nine Provinces. Wherever they went, people treated them with fear and respect.Yet today?A mere Heaven Venerable had mocked them to their faces.“Kael Draven, if you've got the guts, come with us!”Kael Draven let out a dismissive snort.“You think I'm scared of you?”Without wasting another word, John Herod turned and led the eighty Great Venerables away. Kael Draven followed behind them, but he kept a comfortable distance.Trusting enemies was a good way to end up dead.He had survived this long because he stayed cautious. There was no reason to change that now.After traveling for a while, John Herod suddenly stopped.A vast valley stretched out before them.Turning around, he said coldly, “Kael Draven, we'll settle this fight inside the valley. Any objections?”A valley?The moment Kael Draven saw it, he near

“Sect Master, the Corpse Slave Hall is the Dragon Sect's greatest trump card. If we reveal it too easily, won't we invite even greater trouble?”Zeric Jasper's concern wasn't unreasonable.Kael Draven understood exactly why he was worried, but he simply smiled and waved the matter aside.“It doesn't matter. The Corpse Slave Hall is more than enough to keep Dragon Sect safe.”A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.“As for whatever trouble follows... we'll deal with it when it comes.”The confidence in his voice left little room for argument.Zeric Jasper hesitated before asking another question.“Sect Master... how long do you expect to be gone?”“If everything goes smoothly, a few months. If not...” Kael Draven paused briefly. “...perhaps a year.”Both Zeric Jasper and Lucius Draven clearly wanted to persuade him to stay, but Kael Draven didn't give them the chance.“Brother Jasper. Brother Lucius.”He looked at them seriously.“I'm entrusting Dragon Sect to the two of you.”