"I'm finished! The Evilwater Demon Seed's younger brother had his cultivation foundation blasted apart because of me. In his fury, the Evilwater Demon Seed might punish me too!" Xia Baihe was utterly terrified.
On Dustmote Peak, the Twenty Mountain Lords towered high in the heavens, wielding astounding authority. To ordinary disciples, they were no less than reincarnated young immortals, able to decree life or death with a single word.
At present, she was merely one of the tens of thousands of cultivators taking part in the Demon Heaven Sect's Recruitment Ceremony.
Never mind the Twenty Mountain Lords—even an ordinary Dust Rank disciple could easily suppress and trample her.
"The Twenty Mountain Lords? The Evilwater Demon Seed?"
Xiao Chen froze. His title as the King of Ten Thousand Misfortunes truly lived up to its name. He had only just arrived at the Demon Heaven Sect and had done absolutely nothing, yet he had already provoked a peerless enemy on the level of the Twenty Mountain Lords?
Although his knowledge of the Demon Heaven Sect was limited, he had heard of the Twenty Mountain Lords' fearsome reputation from Zhou Lingxue.
Put it this way.
Tens of thousands of outstanding, top-tier Moon King Realm cultivators from across the Primordial True Domain gathered together, all to compete for the few hundred Dustmote Peak disciple slots offered to outsiders at the Demon Heaven Sect's annual Recruitment Ceremony.
The Twenty Mountain Lords, however, already stood above Dustmote Peak's tens of thousands of official disciples.
They bore the title of Demon Seed.
Their fame shook the heavens.
Leaving everything else aside, their Half-Emperor cultivation alone.
Was beyond Xiao Chen, who was only in the Fifth Realm.
To contend with.
At that moment, Xiao Chen felt as though the heavens were collapsing, a jumble of emotions churning within