I Shall Assume the Venerated Role of Sect Master!

"The man took care of the Bishop and Archbishop. He's coming this way!"

One of the women in ancient attire fleeing for her life looked hopefully at the shopkeeper in front. "Lord Deacon, what should we do?"

"Ahhh!!!"

Hearing the screams of the fellow cultists at the rear as they were caught, her body trembled almost imperceptibly. She squeezed every last bit of Essence from herself, all to run a little faster.

A searing pain came from behind. Her internal organs felt as though they had been steamed alive. The flamboyantly dressed female follower of the Mist God Cult turned into a pinch of ash and scattered in the wind.

"They're dead. They're all dead. I'm the only one left." The shopkeeper dragged out a series of afterimages, terror filling his heart. He had never imagined that what should have been a sure thing today would be disrupted by an unexpected intruder.

He was merely a lowly deacon. Even the Bishop and Archbishop had died at that man's hands one after another. He knew perfectly well how slim his chances of escaping alive were.

"Ha!" With a furious roar, he temporarily drove away the fear in his heart. The shopkeeper abruptly turned and threw a punch. "This deacon will fight you to the death!"

In his vision, a large hand burning with golden flames rapidly filled his sight...

Elder Ge, Hall Master Mu, and the others watched the group vanish into ash, their gazes eventually settling on the tall, burly youth who had shed his disguise as a middle-aged man.

They exchanged glances, yet no one dared step forward to ask questions. Anyone with eyes could tell that many secrets were hidden here, but those secrets no longer mattered.

"Your subordinate, Mu Dazhi, Hall Master of the Might-Proclaiming Hall of