Little Sword Demon

At the entrance to the Hell Battlefield.

At this moment, a total of forty-five disciples from the Six Paths Sword Sect were stepping into the battlefield.

Their mood was relaxed. They gathered in twos and threes, the young people laughing and roughhousing together, thoroughly unserious.

Two young disciples, a man and a woman, were chattering playfully together.

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother, don't forget what you promised me. Help me snatch a tribulation artifact with four tribulation patterns. My weapon is broken."

"Don't worry. But shouldn't you show some appreciation?"

"What kind of appreciation do you want?"

"For example, after the Number One Assembly ends, accompany Senior Brother on a trip to enjoy the mountains and rivers?"

"You're awful. You're up to no good again. You're so bad."

"Haha, don't let your thoughts run wild. Senior Brother simply wants to enjoy the mountains and rivers."

"Then I'll have to ask for several more treasures!"

"Don't worry. We should be polite to people from the other sects and can't just rob them blindly. But if we run into anyone from the Primordial Spirit Sect, we'll definitely kill them all and take everything!"

"Everyone's looking for them. Whoever finds them first is the lucky one."

"That's right! The elders said the more miserably we torment them, the better. If they lose their nerve and directly hand over that so-called Revered Deity, then it'll all be over. If they still stubbornly hold on, that's even better—we'll go to war and wipe out that rotten god sect!"

"Yes, yes! They even dared steal the Six Paths Sword Comprehension Stone. After all these years, it's time to make them pay the price."

They were about to enter the Hell Battlefield, yet they were still laughing, cursing, and mocking the Ancient Theocracy Sect disciples in the distance.