"Enough. There's no need for these empty formalities."
Chen Changqing raised his hand, conjuring a gale of azure wind that wrapped around Ye Ling.
The two figures rose from the ground, becoming an azure streak that tore through the heavens and shot straight toward the rugged mountains north of Separation Fire City.
The wind roared wildly in their ears.
Standing within the flight aura, Ye Ling lowered her head and watched the mountains and rivers race backward beneath her feet.
She clenched her fists.
The blood-deep vengeance she had buried in her heart for three years would finally be settled today.
The Righteous Sun Gate was built against the mountains.
Thirty-six beautiful, precipitous peaks stretched in an unbroken chain, their perimeter tightly enclosed by a thick azure barrier.
The Mountain Protection Array operated day and night, drawing upon the power of water and fire within the earth veins to form layers of visible spiritual mist, making the entire sect resemble an immortal paradise in the mortal world.
At the Guest Reception Plaza on the main peak, dozens of inner disciples in gray-blue robes were practicing a sword formation.
Sword Qi crisscrossed through the air, drawing envious cries from the newly admitted menial disciples watching nearby.
As the greatest local tyrant within three thousand li of Separation Fire City, the Righteous Sun Gate had long grown accustomed to throwing its weight around.
Backed by the True Martial Immortal Sect, one of the ten great sects of the Righteous Path, it demanded that every cultivation clan in the surrounding area deliver their monthly tribute of spirit stones and spirit medicines on time and in full. The slightest delay brought annihilation.
Boom!
Without warning, an earth-shattering blast erupted above the Righteous Sun Gate.
The entire Mountain Gate shook violently. Several White Jade statues