"Hmph, that trash Li Zhigang. Good thing you died. If you were still alive, I'd make you beg for life yet be unable to live, beg for death yet be unable to die."
The black-robed man seated above slammed a hand down on the armrest.
Then he abruptly raised his eyes and looked into the distant void.
"They came so quickly? Hmph."
As soon as he spoke, a flash of blood-red light streaked past, and the entire hall instantly became empty.
He was the Blood Demon Sect Master, a Grand Unity Mysterious Immortal, but now that he had lost the Sacred Blood Scythe, his strength had been greatly diminished. He was no match at all for the other two Sect Masters.
When Grand Unity Mysterious Immortals fought, possessing an Infinite Artifact or not possessing one meant being cultivators on two entirely different levels.
Now that he no longer had the Sacred Blood Scythe, he had to keep his head down.
For a time, not even a single hair could be seen anywhere in the Blood Demon Sect. In merely a few breaths, the Blood Demon Sect disciples had scattered and fled, leaving no trace to be found.
Yet just as the black-robed cultivator above departed, a thunderous boom came from the heavens. The next moment, a middle-aged man in white robes appeared above the Blood Demon Sect, holding a great bell in his hand.
Faint golden threads adorned his white robes, lending him an added air of nobility.
"Hmph, vermin like rats sure do run fast."
"But... daring to lay hands on disciples of my Purple Sky Heavenly Palace—do you really think I have no temper?"
The middle-aged man looked at the black buildings blanketing the mountains and plains below and snorted coldly again, then slowly extended his palm.
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