Three days later.
Near the rogue cultivator market where "Demonic Murder" was being held.
Inside a basement layered with Barrier after Barrier.
"This is the thing used for the competition? The Illusion Tower?"
Han Yiwen scrutinized the little trinket in his hand, his face full of suspicion.
Of course he had heard of the Illusion Tower. He had used it, too.
Weren't they all boring little toys?
Why had those Righteous cultivators started playing with toys and neglecting their proper pursuits?
"That's right, Hall Master. It looks like it's about to begin. We need to hurry in and register!"
said one of his underlings.
The basement was packed with nearly a hundred people, all notorious schemers of the Demon Path.
Everyone hurriedly took out their Illusion Towers and entered "Demonic Murder."
"Hall Master, there's still half an hour before the competition starts... How about us brothers each make a room and play a practice round?"
an underling suggested.
"This thing needs practice?"
Han Yiwen shot him a glare and sneered disdainfully.
"Isn't it just being Demon Path? Which one of us here isn't the cream of the crop, the worst of Evil Ghosts?"
The words clearly won everyone's approval.
They all scoffed at something as childish as the Illusion Tower. They had only come for the final prize.
Half an hour later.
"Good... the time has come!"
Han Yiwen took the lead in raising his Illusion Tower, a wicked smile curling across his lips.
"Fellow Daoists..."
"Let those naive Righteous Path fools see what true Demon Path really is!"
The "Demonic Murder" competition jointly organized by Zhong Yi, Shen Yan, and the others had, at Lu Ze's suggestion, been set up as a points-based tournament.
Points were awarded for killing, gathering information, winning or losing, being voted MVP...