A Black Ranking Gathering, Yet No One Dared Move

Tall and powerfully built, with an ancient-bronze complexion, Guerduo stood inside the tent like half a mountain peak. Each time he breathed, the void seemed to surge with him, making everyone else feel as though they had been squeezed to the tent's edge and could barely breathe.

Only Han Guang remained as graceful and refined as ever. A smile touched his god-and-demon-like handsome face. "Great Khan, you truly are confident."

Guerduo's eyes burned with battle intent. Through layer upon layer of void, he gazed into the distance, seemingly exchanging aura with Master Lu and Daoist Chong He. He laughed heartily. "After breaking through to the Earth Immortal realm and awakening the Heaven Punishing Axe further, I was worried that no one under heaven could withstand a single strike from me. Fortunately, two old friends made breakthroughs as well, allowing us to share in this grand undertaking."

"The struggle between Earth Immortals has not occurred in over a thousand years. Just thinking about it makes one's blood boil and fills one with the urge to strike at once."

He did not answer "Demon Master" Han Guang directly, but his tone held no hint of concealment regarding his pride.

After sweeping his gaze around, Guerduo said solemnly, "Several Dharma Body masters, enter the rear tent. We shall finalize tomorrow's arrangements."

Han Guang wore a Wood Hairpin in his hair and a broad-sleeved robe. With his hands behind his back and his waist straight, he followed at an unhurried pace. Nearby, the void writhed, and a nearly transparent figure stepped out before vanishing in a flash.

Wrapped entirely in a black robe, with only a pair of golden-yellow eyes visible, Great Fullness leaned on a Strange Vine Staff and entered with the stooped appearance of an aged old man.

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