The Great Battle of Yang Province, Borderland Storms

At this moment, Su Muqin could not wait to kill Li Wushuang.

Without a sound or trace, the other man had already grasped his most fatal secret.

If this secret leaked to the School of Diplomacy, he would undoubtedly die.

The School of Diplomacy had countless ways to find him. Even if he wanted to hide, it would be utterly impossible.

His only way to break the deadlock now was to lull Li Wushuang into complacency, then search for him in secret, find him, and kill him with a single strike.

Slightly altering his form, Su Muqin silently entered the residence.

A brilliant burst of light erupted from within the residence, illuminating the entirety of Two Realms City.

The mysterious Zhang Daqian had already left Yang Province City. He seemed to sense something, and his gaze turned toward the skies above Yang Province City and Two Realms City.

"Hehehe, the mysterious Black Hand Li Wushuang."

"I'll remember your name. Being able to find me is no ordinary feat."

"From now on, you too are a player on this chessboard."

"Don't die too early."

"Otherwise, it won't be any fun."

"Hehe." He turned and vanished into the distance. He had no intention of interfering in this incident.

It was now past midnight, and the second day had arrived.

It was the first day of the eleventh month in the nineteenth year of Kun-Tai.

At the northern border pass, an atmosphere of bleak slaughter filled the air outside.

A million elite soldiers of the Barbarian Tribe were stationed beyond the pass. A massive altar stood behind the army, upon which sat a disheveled cultivator.

He was a Primordial Spirit-level demonic cultivator—Phantom Demon Daoist.

A divine altar had been placed atop the ritual platform. Phantom Demon Daoist was performing a bizarre dance, a