Above Lan Mountain

The azure sky was washed clean, the brilliant sun shone down, and in the faintly warm breeze, orchids blanketing the mountain gently swayed their buds, their fragrance filling the air.

In the distance, green shade stretched like a sea, birds circled overhead, and now and then beast roars and insect chirps played a duet, painting a scene of natural splendor.

On a cleared, neatly leveled patch halfway up Lan Mountain, two groups had already taken their positions.

On one side stood the people of Mangniu Ridge led by Six Yin Superior. Their formation was grim and imposing, Xiantian Experts standing in rows like a towering wave poised to swallow everything before it.

The Five Ghosts, Alshan, the three demonic leaders of the Devil Sect, the Twin Hump Mountains Duo, and others were all present. Compared to before, however, there were one or two new faces: Wanyan Bo, who had once broken into the Divine Constable Gate's dungeon to free prisoners, and a masked figure wrapped head to toe in a black robe.

Six Yin Superior's face was hazy, hidden behind a thin layer of qi that no one could penetrate. His hands rested on his knees as he sat amid the Xiantian Experts upon a gleaming golden sedan chair.

The golden sedan chair was borne by four Postnatal Peak experts. Each was a towering body-tempering martial artist with a cold expression, knotted muscles, and eyes brimming with pride. Far from finding it shameful, they considered it an honor.

In truth, carrying the sedan chair of a supreme figure whose martial arts touched the heavens was the dream of countless Postnatal martial artists. For these four to have been chosen, they were naturally no ordinary men.

Not far opposite them, Ding Hui, Xiang Yang, and a middle-aged swordsman of around forty