Netherworld, Wild Continent, Ancient Family!
The Blood Pool where Nan Batian was staying.
"Bang!"
Nan Batian burst out of the Blood Pool, blood splashing violently from his entire body. His left arm had already been reattached. Though it could not immediately move as nimbly as it once had, he had ultimately recovered some of his strength.
Drawing a deep breath, Nan Batian walked out of the valley.
"Lord Nan!" a guard said respectfully.
"Has anything happened at the Household Head's palace these past few days?" Nan Batian asked in a deep voice.
"Yes. Three days ago, twenty Direct Lineage Lords came out. They then split into three groups and left!" the guard replied.
"Oh? Twenty? Split into three groups?" Nan Batian asked doubtfully.
"Yes. Five went north, five went west, and ten went south!" the guard said.
South, west, north?
Nan Batian looked toward the three directions, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"Looks like all those 'masters' of mine can't swallow this grievance!" Nan Batian said, drawing a deep breath.
"My lord, what did you say?" the guard asked in confusion.
"Nothing!" Nan Batian shook his head.
Nan Batian strode toward the pillar of Black Qi. The Demon Mountain was there, and the Household Head's palace was there—
Netherworld, Southern Continent.
Three figures flew swiftly across the sky.
They were Zhong Shan, Sword Pride, and Xi Yangtian.
Xi Yangtian's disciples had not followed. The direction they were flying in was not toward the Blood Sea, but the opposite direction—the southeast.
"Zhong Shan, weren't you going to the Asura King Territory?" Sword Pride asked doubtfully.
"I am going, but not now!" Zhong Shan replied in a deep voice.
"Oh?"
The three soon arrived outside a floating island.
"Whoosh!"
Large numbers of cultivators seemed to have discovered Zhong Shan and the others. They