Venting Anger

Deep within Ghost Island, a primeval forest blotted out the sky and sun.

Thick grayish-white mist spread through the forest as though it were tangible, limiting visibility to less than a hundred feet. The twisted branches of towering ancient trees coiled about one another, their leaves woven into an enormous canopy that blocked even the scant daylight. The woods were damp and frigid, the ground carpeted with rotting leaves that creaked beneath one's feet. The air was thick with a pungent stench of decay mixed with miasma.

From time to time, unknown monstrous birds let out shrill cries deep within the forest, adding an even more eerie and sinister air.

"Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—"

The sound of wind being torn apart rang through the mist as dozens of figures raced through the woods, weaving between the trees like phantoms. They spread out in a fan-shaped formation and advanced carefully, searching every corner. Clearly, they were looking for someone.

High above the forest, three figures stood side by side in midair, looking down at the woods below. The spiritual energy fluctuations around them were formidable; they were clearly masters in their own right.

The man on the left was burly and rough-featured, dressed in an earth-yellow robe with a heavy mountain-cleaving axe strapped to his back. He radiated an aura as weighty as a mountain. He was Zhou Yueshan, the sect master of the Mountain Sea Sect, a Fifth-Rank Martial Venerable.

The man in the middle had a sinister face and a lean frame. Clad in a gray-blue robe, he idly played with an azure jade pendant in his hand, his gaze cold and venomous like a snake's. He was Yin Wuji, the sect master of the Cloud Water Sect, also a Fifth-Rank Martial Venerable.

The man on the right was fat, his face