Qiyun Valley in the Central Prefecture lay on the outskirts, a place brimming with spiritual energy. A vast mountain gorge stretched across it, filled with countless opportunities.
At that moment, two groups faced off on either side of Qiyun Valley, glaring at each other with hostility.
On the left side of the valley stood a group of martial artists in white-and-blue robes. Every one of them had a steady, restrained aura. Across from them, the martial artists in yellow robes all had restless, sharp auras that seemed to bare their fangs.
A middle-aged man on the right stepped forward, sword in hand and fury on his face. He roared, "Murong Yan! Release my son at once! Otherwise, I'll flatten your Jade Toad Sect!"
At his words, the blue-robed martial artists all looked disdainful. The slender young man at their head even sneered outright. "What a boast. Your son was insolent enough to rob a disciple of my Jade Toad Sect. If we don't teach him a lesson, will he think our sect has no one to stand up for it?"
"Bullshit! It was a fair contest for treasure. You couldn't win, so you used your power to bully someone weaker. Shameless! If you don't give me an explanation today, my Beast Heart Sect will fight you to the death!"
"Do you really think you can?"
Murong Yan gave a cold snort, not taking the threat from across the way seriously in the slightest.
There were six small sects within Qiyun Valley's bounds: three orthodox and three demonic. The Jade Toad Sect was one of the three demonic sects, and its members had always acted with arrogance. Why would they back down?
That's right. Though their auras seemed steady and restrained, they were unquestionably Demonic Path Martial Artists.
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