Gathering the Lords for a Grand Undertaking

"Ha—"

"Outrageously arrogant!"

"Dao Lord Liu, before you betrayed the Innate Sacred Sect, your bellyful of rhetoric could still be called splendid brocade prose, a magnificent devilish voice capable of disturbing the mind."

"Why, now that you have betrayed the sect, are you left with nothing but such impotent barking?"

"Return my Sword Sect's Mountain Gate—just as you wish..."

"And reestablish the Demon Refining Mystic Sect..."

"Liu Dongqing!"

"Do you have any idea whatsoever of the weight carried by the words 'sacred land great sect'?!"

"From the age when the ancient gods stood at the height of their glory until today, how many great Dao struggles have swept across the world? Generation after generation of heavenly prodigies and monstrous geniuses rose and fell, yet my Myriad Phenomena Sword Sect has always stood upon the land of the mortal world!"

"Always!"

"You wish to destroy my Sword Sect's lineage? Sever my Sword Sect's incense and inheritance?"

"What countless Dao-proving Heavenly Venerables failed to accomplish—you? By you? By you, now isolated and without aid? You dare call yourself worthy?!"

At this moment.

Now elevated to a Spirit Transformation Dao Lord, Hechu was as wildly arrogant as he was furious.

Moreover.

It was plain for all to see, obvious at a glance.

The old Daoist Hechu had not taken Liu Dongqing's words to heart at all.

He still believed them to be some soft, feeble threat like words uttered before crossing tribulation, powerless interference aimed at his own Dao heart.

This fiend had repeatedly let tribulation Qi cloud his heart and had long since lost the capacity for truly lucid, rational judgment.

But.

Once his words fell.

Liu Dongqing continued crossing through the air, neither hurried nor slow.

His figure, wicked as a demon, had already penetrated deep into the heartland of Central