After Heavenly Demon Douluo let out a miserable scream, his body gradually vanished, finally turning to dust.
The Martial Sect Master looked at Di yihong and smiled faintly.
"Despite your young age, your cultivation is extremely high. May I ask who you are?"
"I am Di yihong, Sect Master of the Hong Martial Sect."
"So you are the First Sect Master. You helped our Martial Sect this time, and we should have repaid you generously. But as you can see, the Martial Sect has nothing left to offer you. I will leave this sect to you, and please take this as well."
A white light soon appeared before Di yihong.
He caught the white light in his hand. As it faded, a golden token engraved with the words "Martial Sect" appeared before him.
"This is the Martial Sect Master's token. If there are still Martial Sect disciples who recognize this token, perhaps they can help you. My time has come. Thank you once again!"
With that, the Martial Sect Master's phantom completely disappeared.
Looking at the Martial Sect Token in his hand, Di yihong smiled helplessly.
How many years had it been? Never mind whether those disciples were still alive—if they were, they would surely be Title Douluo by now. Would people like that really still care about their former identities as Martial Sect members? They had likely long since established their own sects or joined someone else's.
Still, this was the Martial Sect Master's goodwill. Rather than putting the token away, Di yihong hung it from his waist to show his respect for the Martial Sect Master.
After carefully examining the terrain surrounding the Martial Sect, Di yihong finally decided that this would be the Hong Martial Sect's new location.
Before long, Di yihong returned to the sect with