Great Desolate Monument

Dao Sect, Central Peak.

At this moment, atop the gigantic plaza on the summit of this vast and majestic mountain, countless Dao Sect disciples had their knees buckle as they fell to the ground. Their eyes, filled with awe and terror, were fixed on the sky.

There, Xiao Ming stood suspended in the air. Powerful energy fluctuations spread from his body like a tide, enveloping the entire Dao Sect.

"Senior! That was a misunderstanding! My Dao Sect does not wish to stir up conflict with others. If there was any misunderstanding before, take it out on me."

Dao Sect's leader, Ying Xuanzi, spoke with a trembling voice, his face deathly pale. Ying Huanhuan, held in his arms, radiated cold air from her entire body and seemed to have lost all signs of life.

Even so, the other party's aura told him that even if they gathered the strength of the entire sect, they would have no chance of victory. For the lives of over a hundred thousand people in the sect, no matter how furious he was, he had no choice but to swallow his pride in tears.

"Sect Leader!"

The Four Great Hall Masters immediately burst into tears at the sight.

With just one glance, Xiao Ming saw through Ying Xuanzi's thoughts and knew that he had misunderstood. However, he did not wish to waste his breath explaining, because the other party would soon understand why he had come.

Turning his head toward the northwest of Dao Sect, he looked in the direction of Desolate Hall. Deep within Desolate Hall stood an immensely vast mountain, its surface a withered yellow, without the slightest touch of lush greenery. From afar, desolation permeated the scene.

"There's a King-level Demonic Creature inside the Great Desolate Monument. Drag it out and study it."