Hatred Born of Jealousy

As Duàn Yì and the Yellow Heaven Demon Venerable spoke, grass sprouted along the cliff walls on either side of the narrow path, while fierce winds howled.

Unnoticed, dozens of men had already gathered there. Their auras were deep and unfathomable, their bearing extraordinary, yet killing intent lurked beneath the surface.

They wore different garments, and most carried no weapons, standing barehanded. Yet every one of them possessed the vigorous spirit of dragons and tigers, valiant and fierce.

Fearless and undaunted, their eyes even gleamed with eagerness to try their hand, laden with deep killing intent as they watched the narrow path below.

At their head stood a youth. Though not very old, he had thin lips, sword-like brows, and eyes dark as lacquer. He was strikingly handsome, with an innate air of superiority, as though born of imperial blood and destined to stand above all others, barking orders at heaven and earth, at all things beneath the sky, and at the countless lives of the mortal world.

Unfortunately, the youth was gritting his teeth. Joy and excitement mingled on his face in an exceedingly complicated expression, twisting his features out of shape.

Nor could he conceal the violent urge in his eyes—the urge to kill, to destroy—which instinctively made others unwilling to draw near him.

Just as the youth was immersed in extreme excitement and anticipation, a man with graying hair, rough skin, and a somewhat aged, haggard appearance stepped over from the side and advised him,

"Second Young Master, please move away from here. Should the battle grow too fierce and the surroundings change, you may be caught in it."

Hearing the suggestion from the man beside him, Xia Ning's face darkened in anger. Yet recalling that this man was one of the few foremost experts under Xia