An Eighth-Order Expert Makes His Move
Black Fiend Gate headquarters, Council Hall.
The hall was brightly lit, and four heavily armored Peak Seventh Rank commanders sat around a huge sand table, leisurely checking the recent spirit mine accounts.
Duan Heavenly Wolf's attempt to seize land and mines in Blackstone Mountain was a minor matter instructed by the sect. A small, impoverished local force could be crushed into dust with a wave of its hand.
Bang!
Two fleeing soldiers smashed open the wooden door of the hall and fell to the cold stone floor, their heads bleeding profusely.
"What's the panic! What kind of behavior is this!"
Sitting at the head of the table Mo Xing, the sect leader of the Black Fiend Gate, raised his eyebrows and suddenly unleashed his full Peak Seventh Rank fiendish aura, causing the air in the entire hall to tighten.
"Sect Master! Commander Duan... Commander Duan is dead!"
The guard knelt on the ground, trembling all over, his voice shrill and distorted.
"What did you say?" Mo Xing's expression changed, and he abruptly stood up. "Duan Heavenly Wolf brought more than thirty elite soldiers, and they're protected by Mystic Ice Heavy Shields. Who can kill him? Has Wolfslaughter from Sunset Gorge made his move?"
"No... it's not Wolfslaughter!"
The guard raised his blood-stained face, his teeth grinding together.
"It's just a kid from the Fire Crow Tribe! Around ten years old, and with one punch... just one punch! he turned Commander Duan and his shield into a bloody pulp! All the brothers were sent flying, the mining area was lost, and tens of thousands of kilograms of Red Essence Copper Marrow were all taken by that kid!"
The hall fell into a deathly silence.
The four Seventh Rank commanders, who were holding teacups, froze in mid-air, their faces filled with absurdity.
A ten-year-old boy?
One punch to kill Duan Tianlang, a late-stage Seventh Rank Duan Heavenly Wolf?
This is even more ridiculous than heavenly fire falling into the Mystic Water River!
"You bastard! Trying to spout nonsense in front of me in broad daylight!"
A One-Eye commander flew into a rage and drew his sword, holding it to the guard's neck.
"Tell us the truth! Which faction is double-crossing us?"
"Every word I uttered is true! Even the Heavenly King himself is my witness!"
The guard was so frightened that he soiled himself and kowtowed desperately.
"That kid even said something before he left... he said... he said..."
Mo Xing's eyes were as cold as ice as he walked down the steps.
What did he say?
"He said... if you want the mines of Blackstone Mountain, or if you want revenge for Commander Duan, then let the powerful Eighth-Order monster in the city go and die! Bring more experts, don't let him get dirty like Commander Duan!"
Click!
The Bluestone Slab beneath Mo Xing's feet shattered into dust.
"Arrogant! Utterly arrogant little beast!"
The three commanders in the hall instantly erupted in chaos, their furious roars shaking the roof tiles.
This wasn't just killing members of the Black Fiend Gate; it was tearing off their face and throwing it into the mud to be trampled on! In this area spanning tens of thousands of miles, apart from the other five families in the city, no one dared to utter a single word of dissent against the Black Fiend Gate!
Mo Xing's face was contorted, and his chest heaved violently.
He knew Duan Heavenly Wolf's strength well; he could blast him into dust with a single punch, so the opponent was definitely not an ordinary person.
Could some ancient monster, seemingly possessed by a reversed aging process, have emerged deep within the Great Wilderness?
Or perhaps it was Primordial Era remnant species that transformed?
Even if we put all the people in the hall on the line, we might not be able to guarantee a perfect outcome.
"Block this information! Anyone who dares to leak it will be executed on the spot!"
Mo Xing suddenly turned around, gritted his teeth, and strode towards the back mountain of the mansion.
"I'll go and invite the Ancestor to come out of seclusion!"
Having passed through numerous restrictions, Mo Xing arrived at the depths of the cliff behind the Black Fiend Gate.
This is a massive Blackstone Demon Cave, its entrance covered with mysterious runes, and wisps of dark, malevolent energy are frantically billowing from the cracks in the rocks.
That was the pillar of the Black Fiend Gate Sect, the secluded cultivation place of the Eighth-Order giant, the Ancestor Wusha.
Mo Xing knelt down in front of the stone gate with a thud and kowtowed loudly.
"This unworthy descendant, Mo Xing, pays homage to the Ancestor! His disciples have been humiliated while on official business; Duan Heavenly Wolf has been killed, and the Red Essence Copper Marrow has been stolen. This madman has uttered arrogant words that have insulted the Ancestor's reputation! I beg the Ancestor to uphold justice for my Black Fiend Gate!"
Boom!
The moment the words left his mouth, the entire back mountain suddenly trembled violently!
The two Dragon-Breaking Stone Gate, each weighing tens of thousands of pounds, shattered without warning, turning into countless fragments of rock that shot out into the sky.
Whoosh!!
A violent, Eighth-Order black demon storm swept out from the Demon Cave. In the sky, dark clouds gathered wildly for miles in an instant, turning the once clear sky as black as ink, and thunder roared and thundered deep within the clouds.
A terrifying pressure belonging to an Eighth-Order giant directly forced Mo Xing, who was kneeling on the ground, to the ground, making it difficult for him to breathe.
A withered, disheveled figure slowly emerged from the depths of the Demon Cave.
The old man's eyes were sunken, his pupils swirling with bloodthirsty black flames, and his body was filled with a murderous aura that condensed into raging Black Python phantoms as he roared to the sky.
He had been in seclusion for several years, always falling short of the Eighth-Level Mid Stage. He was extremely frustrated and had nowhere to vent his killing intent.
"How dare you, an ant from the depths of the Great Wilderness, bark at the name of Wu Sha?"
The old ancestor's voice was like two pieces of raw iron rubbing against each other, so grating it was agonizing to the very Divine Soul.
He looked down at the trembling Mo Xing at his feet, a cruel smile spreading across his face, revealing a mouthful of yellowed, sharp teeth.
"Gather the Black Fiend Guards."
"Today, I, your ancestor, will personally make a trip to Blackstone Mountain and utterly destroy that little beast and his barbarian stronghold, leaving not a single blade of grass alive!"
A surging, malevolent aura roared into the sky, dark clouds pressed down overhead, as if the entire sky had collapsed, carrying a destructive power that swept towards Blackstone Mountain!
In a secluded mountain valley in the Blackstone Mountain mining area, a fierce wind howled, whipping up sand and gravel.
The short, stout priest hunched over, his two short legs moving swiftly, his whole body round and plump like a ball bouncing in a crack in the rocks.
As he ran, he kept glancing back furtively. Seeing that no one was around, he breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
"A madman, an absolute and utter madman!"
The short, stout priest touched the storage ring on his right thumb, which was stuffed full of High-Grade Spirit Stones and life-saving valuables that he had accumulated over the years through extortion.
Duan Heavenly Wolf is dead, and tens of thousands of catties of Red Essence Copper Marrow have been seized. If those ruthless killers from the Black Fiend Gate were to come and attack, the Eighth-Order ancestor of Profound Nether Main City could easily flatten Blackstone Mountain a single slap.
As for that ten-year-old young master Chen Fan?
Even if one begins cultivating their body in the womb, how could they possibly withstand Eighth-Order powerhouse?
Staying means being buried alive with them!
"Chief, oh Chief, it's not that this old servant is disloyal, it's just that there are too many people on the other side, and the waters of this Black Wilderness are too deep. If you can't handle it, then this old servant's bones certainly can't either..."
The short, stout priest muttered frantically to himself as he emerged from the ravine through a hidden passage at the back of the mountain. Spiritual light flickered beneath his feet as he prepared to use his escape technique to fly away.
However, the moment he stepped out of the canyon, the entire Firmament suddenly darkened.
Ugh!
A piercing, ear-piercing wail suddenly exploded overhead!
The distant horizon, which had been somewhat whitish, was completely swallowed up in the blink of an eye by a thick, inky black cloud.