One, two, three, four!
In the twentieth year since Fallen Devil Land opened, a fourth palace within the Ming Zhao Fourteen Palaces quietly lit up.
Why "quietly"?
Because compared to the other three halls, this palace's light was somewhat dimmer.
It was the [Dark Hall], standing in distant opposition to Harmony Light Hall.
Had two figures not suddenly appeared in Cloud Sea Plaza, almost no one would have noticed Dark Hall opening.
The two figures had barely stabilized themselves when one of them attacked without hesitation, treating everyone around them as if they did not exist.
A blood-red streak condensed to the utmost extreme came crashing down alongside boundless saber qi.
A thunderous blast rang out, forcibly driving the other person back several hundred zhang.
Just as the burly, bearded man wielding a blood blade was about to press his advantage, his opponent immediately shouted, "Blood Rogue, must you truly fight to the death? The Dark Realm inheritance has already been taken. Why must we stake our lives against each other here?"
Beneath the icy saber light, the burly man revealed his true appearance.
His expression was resolute, his beard thick and bristling.
His blood robe billowed, tyrannical and unrestrained!
And the long saber in his hand, shaped like a Miao blade, instantly allowed everyone around him to recognize his identity.
Divine Gang Blood Blade!
Blood Rogue!
One of the Three Great Rogue Cultivators of the North Sea Cultivation World!
Legends of this man had spread through every corner of the Northern Sea. He was the sort of existence who could make children stop crying.
Only after learning the newcomer's identity did everyone understand why he could be so overbearing.
Blood Rogue had the right to be!
The other man also wore a blood-red Daoist robe, but his dispirited aura