(P.S.: Happy birthday, rising sun. One extra chapter.)
Declaration of War
The rainy night was bitterly cold. Beneath the downpour, corpses carpeted the ground, every one of them among the most formidable experts in the world.
More than ten Heavenly Venerates from the Ten Immortal Mountains had all been buried here. In the sky, hundreds of Heaven Mending Pavilion experts watched the white-haired figure below in the rain, their faces filled with horror.
Ning Chen raised his head, his cold, lifeless eyes looking at the crowd. An instant later, his figure flashed away, charging toward the heavens.
A massacre—an utterly one-sided massacre. In the sky, Ning Chen plunged into the hundreds of Heaven Mending Pavilion experts. With every sweep of his sword, another living life was taken.
Fate's Chosen, transformed into a god of death, had become devoid of all emotion. Like a sword, he seemed to know nothing but slaughter.
In barely a dozen breaths, figure after figure fell from the sky, crashing onto the immortal mountain below.
The scent of blood spread without cease, gradually washed clean by the rain. It was a bloody night that made hearts tremble.
As the rising sun was about to emerge in the east, the battle ended. Not a single survivor remained on the entire immortal mountain; all had been slaughtered.
Ning Chen left with two Heaven Mending Pavilion giants, walking down the mountain step by step.
Before the mountain, the Nine Heavens Immortal Lord and the others came forward to receive him. Seeing the blood-soaked figure before them, shock appeared on their faces.
"Leave the rest to you."
Ning Chen spoke calmly, then turned and left.
The Nine Heavens Immortal Lord led the army up the mountain. When they saw the horrific scene above, a chill rose through everyone's bodies.
Mangled