Demon Ancestor Arrives

"Sword Master..."

Nether Dream Demon Venerable hurriedly rose to her feet, extremely restrained.

The man before her was ranked fourth on the Hero Ranking. Only because the power he controlled was far inferior to that of the Nine Nether Underworld Emperor was he ranked fourth overall.

Some had even claimed that among the powerhouses of the present age, none but the Sword Master could contend with the Heavenly Mandate Great Emperor.

Of course, the Sword Master had never fought the Nine Nether Underworld Emperor, nor had he fought the Flame Emperor, who ranked third on the Hero Ranking. At least, no such battles had ever been heard of publicly.

Thus, the rumors remained highly controversial.

Yet one thing was beyond dispute: the Sword Master absolutely stood at the pinnacle of heaven and earth.

"Is Wang Ci already dead?"

The Sword Master walked toward Nether Dream Demon Venerable as he asked softly.

There was not the slightest emotion in his voice. Like his sword, it was ice-cold and chilling.

Nether Dream Demon Venerable hastily stepped aside and knelt before the Sword Master, weeping, "Senior Sword Master, you must seek justice for our Hall Master!"

Seeing this, the elders also knelt and cried out in unison, begging the Sword Master to uphold justice for them.

If word of this scene spread, countless people would surely refuse to believe it. The dignified elders of Netherworld Hall had actually knelt together. Even before Wang Ci, they had never behaved this way.

It could not be helped. The elders were not fools; indeed, they were quite intelligent. They understood that with Wang Ci dead, Netherworld Hall would face an unprecedented crisis.

They could now only rely on a powerhouse, and the Sword Master was the most suitable choice.

With undefeated combat strength across the world,