"Sunrise in the East, none can defeat me! Lord Dongfang, may your wisdom and virtue endure for a thousand autumns, may you reign for ten thousand years, and may you unite the Martial World!"
The disciplined, solemn chant rang out from the foot of the mountain. In the blink of an eye, it had reached the summit.
A group of black-clad members of the Demonic Cult carried a large red sedan chair and set it down steadily in an open space beside the mountain path.
"Lord Dongfang's carriage has arrived! Why aren't you all on your knees, kowtowing?"
A dignified man with a fair, jade-white face stepped forward and pointed at the crowd, addressing them imperiously.
The atmosphere fell silent at his words. One by one, the people looked toward him as if facing a great enemy.
They had been talking about striking back at Blackwood Cliff, but now that the real Lord Dongfang stood before them, they didn't dare show the slightest disrespect.
"Dongfang Bubai, pay for my senior brother's life!"
A furious, grief-stricken shout rang out through the silence. A figure swooped toward the sedan chair like a specter.
"Protect the Lord! Protect the Lord!"
The man's face paled, and he instinctively took several steps back.
Though he had been arrogant moments earlier, he had only learned a few crude tricks. He was relying entirely on his handsome looks to bluff people.
"Impudent!"
Tong Baixiong's eyes blazed. He clenched his fist and swung it at the attacker.
He usually couldn't stand Yang Lianting, but Yang Lianting was still the Cult Leader's man. If he were killed outside, it would disgrace the Sun Moon Divine Cult.
Tong Baixiong was an elder of the Sun Moon Divine Cult, and his cultivation had long since reached the Grandmaster realm. As his