Dark clouds bore down on Chen City, threatening to crush it!
But a closer look at the black mass spreading rapidly beyond the city revealed that those were no ordinary storm clouds. They were people!
Wherever they passed, even the sunlight vanished. In mere seconds, the clear morning sky turned dark with the promise of a storm.
Shadowy figures flickered deep within the clouds. There were dozens of them, each at least a Dou Zong.
All of them were Soul Hall Protectors.
Elder Mu Gu stood at their center, surrounded by them.
His robes snapped in the storm winds, and cold killing intent filled his eyes.
After who knew how many years, a Battle Venerable had finally come to the northwestern reaches of the continent again. But he came as an enemy, not a friend.
"Lord of the Divine Court," Mu Gu said with icy arrogance, "hand over the Flame Mantra and those three Heavenly Flames, and I'll spare your life."
His voice swept across Chen City with terrifying pressure, leaving everyone inside shaken!
"Heavens... That has to be a Battle Venerable!"
"How did we provoke someone like that?!"
"Is the Divine Court going to fall today?"
Countless people in Chen City cried out in despair.
The Black-Corner Region had always been a land of chaos. Only when Meng Chen, the lord of the Divine Court, appeared had it been united and given a foundation for peace and prosperity.
Yet that hard-won peace seemed as fleeting as a flower blooming for a single night, about to perish for the sake of one Battle Venerable's selfish desires.
But while everyone in Chen City feared the worst, Elder Mu Gu frowned deeply in the sky above.
How dared that damned Little Divine King refuse to answer him?
After days of investigation, he