At the edge of the sky.
Billowing red mist spread from the horizon, churning endlessly in an unbroken tide.
Deep within the red mist.
A white-robed figure slowly stepped forth.
He was tall and slender, his face indistinct.
His presence alone actually overwhelmed the towering killing intent of the three Great Demons below.
Yet the three colossal creatures stood among the clouds, looking down upon that searing blood-red expanse without the slightest ripple in their expressions.
"I was wondering what this was..."
The Tiger Demon looked down with disdain, mockery filling his enormous slit pupils. "So it's just some little punk in the two-piece chessmaster realm... You were lucky enough to pick up a trace of the painting realm's aura, and now you dare come knocking of your own accord."
In truth.
To comprehend even a sliver of the painting realm's true essence at the meager two-piece chessmaster realm was indeed extraordinary.
But that merely spoke to his future potential. It did not mean he possessed the power of the painting realm.
Much less that he could exert any real pressure on these three Great Demons of the Cloud-Dream Palace.
Faced with the demons' undisguised contempt.
Amid the red mist filling the sky.
The white-robed man remained coldly silent.
He merely raised one hand slowly, flames hissing deep within his palm.
Only the corner of his mouth lifted in a grim, savage smile. "Isn't this enough...?"
Despite those words.
Mo Qianxun's heart only grew heavier.
He finally understood what Mo Yang had faced back then.
It was a despair so profound that even the will to resist struggled to take root.
Though his opponents currently possessed only eight-piece chessmaster realm cultivation... the immense reserves of the Cloud-Dream Palace behind them were still suffocating.
And this was merely the tip of