Wutong Mountain was steep and treacherous. Its middle section rose sheer and straight, like a towering tree, while several enormous rocks jutted out from the summit, resembling a phoenix about to take flight. The name Wutong Mountain came from the image of a phoenix perching in a parasol tree.
In the past, a bandit force second only to the Taihang Mountain Stronghold had chosen this place as its base. It was truly a blessed stronghold, easy to defend and difficult to attack. There was only one road up and down the mountain.
Now, a crowd of Spirit Transformation Realm warriors came charging up that mountain road, brimming with menace. The retainers recruited by the Su Family didn't even dare try to stop them. They let the group sweep straight to the summit, beneath the archway bearing the name Ningyuan Hall.
Su Mingyuan came out with his people. When he saw the large, aggressive crowd, his expression shifted slightly, but he still cupped his hands and said, "May I ask what brings you all to the Su Family?"
Dugu Yan stepped forward. "Patriarch Su, let's speak plainly. Your Su Family has gone too far this time. You're all fellow members of the Martial Arts World in Beiyuan Circuit, yet your family kills and wipes out other forces whenever it pleases. You're more overbearing than the Six Fan Sect and more ruthless than the demonic path. If we don't intervene, who knows what will happen?
"We've come only to demand justice from the Su Family. Not on behalf of my Dugu Clan, but on behalf of the entire Martial Arts World in Beiyuan Circuit."
Su Mingyuan sighed. He'd known things would come to this.
But he didn't argue. He merely said, "My Su Family was indeed in the wrong. The Su disciples