On the sixth day of the tenth month, at the third quarter of the You hour, by the mighty, surging Liao River with its rushing waters, fragrant green grass drooped low. Dim lights in the distance illuminated the pitch-black night. Wan Tiancheng stood alone on the riverbank, his long hair flying, his gaze calm as he waited for someone.
"On a moonless, wind-whipped night like this, the perfect time for murder, Young Master Wan, you came here alone to meet me. Aren't you afraid I might harm you? You should know that I have never held much fondness for your master."
The Manor Lord of Cangyun Mountain Villa, Shen Zhenxuan—no, Shen Ao—emerged from the darkness. Broad and imposing, as ferocious as a demon god, wave after wave of powerful aura crashed toward Wan Tiancheng. With his perfected Heavenly Man martial cultivation, he could suppress any Xiantian Expert until they could barely breathe, even forcing them to kneel and beg for mercy.
Yet Wan Tiancheng had, after all, been personally trained by Dragon King Shui Wuhen. Though limited by his talent and distracted by his thirst for power, unable to devote himself wholly to refinement, he still barely withstood the pressure brought by Shen Ao's Four Directions Demonic Skill.
"Senior Shen is a great hero of the martial world and a leading figure of the Demonic Sect. Why would you make things difficult for a mere junior like me? As for you, I am completely at ease.
"Besides, I have long informed everyone in the Demonic Sect of my purpose. I presume the Demon Lord approves of my proposal as well. Otherwise, why would Senior Shen accept a meeting invitation from such an insignificant person as me?"
Wan Tiancheng clenched his teeth until they creaked. Sweat streamed down his body, and