Divine Power Inheritance

Huo Ning raised her head and glanced at the man standing at the highest point.

"Understood."

Her voice was clear and bright, echoing through the hall.

"Go make preparations."

Yu Xiaoheng waved his hand.

"Gather at the Martial Arts Arena in half a day."

Half a day passed in the blink of an eye.

At the Martial Arts Arena in Thunder Gorge.

More than ten thousand direct and branch disciples of the Blue Lightning Sect stood in neat formation.

The heavy refined iron armor on their bodies reflected a bright white gleam beneath the sunlight.

Every breath they took stirred a series of fine crackling sounds.

This army was what the Blue Lightning Sect relied upon to sweep across the continent.

"Move out."

Yu Xiaoheng floated in midair.

The army began to advance in orderly ranks.

The heavy refined iron armor produced uniform clashing sounds as they marched.

The footsteps of more than ten thousand people made the entire valley tremble faintly.

In the sky, hundreds of agility-attack Spirit Masters and possessors of flying Martial Souls formed ranks like a swath of black thunderclouds, howling toward the Clear Sky Sect.

Yu Yuanzhen flew at the very front of the formation, his expression excited.

He seemed to have already seen the destruction of the Clear Sky Sect.

Yu Xiaoheng, meanwhile, was at the center of the formation.

Behind him, the wings of the Purple-Gold Ultimate Dragon gently flapped.

After breaking through rank eighty, the range of his Soul Power perception had reached a terrifying level.

Nothing, not even the slightest movement, could escape his eyes.

Meanwhile.

Clear Sky Sect.

Clear Sky Sect.

Back mountain.

A sealed stone chamber.

The air was permeated with the stale scent of dust, and the mottled stone walls were carved with the marks of time.