The Most Famous Red Tower Under Heaven

With Cult Leader Fang Tianyu dead, the White Socks Divine Cult, a great sect that had endured for centuries, lost its last hope. It collapsed, becoming yet another tragedy in the martial world.

The Glazed Fire Women who had hoped to rule the mortal world fell with it.

The annihilation of the cult was no more than a passing note in Young Hero Duan's little notebook. To the martial world, it was a bloodbath too horrific for words.

Some even felt deep sympathy for the White Socks Divine Cult, once the overlord of Qing Prefecture.

After all, not everyone had the privilege of being taken in turn by the Jade Pearl Demons.

There were so many Jade Pearl Demons, and they were so big and so strong. How could the White Socks Divine Cult's delicate frame withstand them?

The Jade Pearl Demons were simply too terrifying!

Who in this vast martial world could stop them now?

The Martial Arts Myth, Jade Radiance Palace?

No. Word had it that Duan Old Devil had thoroughly bedded even the palace's second mistress!

The world might never know peace again!

Of course, that was only how some people saw it.

At least, that was not what Duan Yun and his companions heard people saying.

As they traveled, what they heard most was praise.

"Who saved the martial world of the Nine Provinces from fire and flood? Who kept the mortal world from falling?"

"It was him! Him! None other than him!"

"Our great hero, Young Hero Duan!"

At an inn, the Bloodthirsty Storyteller was spreading tales of Duan Yun's chivalrous deeds with wild enthusiasm.

Every time the old man spent a while praising Duan Yun at the top of his lungs, he could not help shouting, "I want to be a great hero!" Clearly,