Nine Waves Island. The sea wind howled, sweeping up remnant snow and shattered stones.
Heaven-shaking battle cries and the clash of weapons blended together, turning this island once occupied by river bandits into a boiling battlefield of carnage.
The stench of blood was so thick it nearly solidified, permeating every inch of the air.
At that moment, Xuanjia Gate's sect master, Shi Kaishan, stood clad in a deep-blue tight-fitting outfit. His towering frame stood as firm as a mountain, unmoving and unshakable, carrying an imposing weight that seemed capable of suppressing all directions.
The superior Treasure Weapon saber in his hand, Mountain Severing, was coated in Xuan Mountain Gang Strength.
Dark-red blood slowly dripped from its blade, splashing into glaring blossoms of blood upon the scorched ground.
Opposite him, Zheng Yuankui's clothes were torn to shreds, his hair hung loose and disheveled, and dried blood stained the corner of his mouth. His chest heaved violently, while the once-mighty Gang Jin around him had already fallen into disarray.
His eyes were bloodshot as he glared fixedly at Shi Kaishan. "Shi Kaishan! My Zheng Family has held no past grudge or present enmity against your Xuanjia Gate! Your Xuanjia Gate has even had business dealings with my Zheng Family! Why must you press us so hard today and exterminate us to the last?"
Shi Kaishan's face was hard, his gaze icy, and his voice heavy and low. "No grudge or enmity? Zheng Yuankui, you should know that what Shi hates most in his life are people like you—double-dealing scum who collude with the Demonic Sect and bring calamity upon the common people! Such conduct means making enemies of every force in Yunlin Prefecture! Why would any grudge be needed?"
"Colluding with the Demonic Sect? Where is the proof?!"
Zheng Yuankui argued, "Those