Curse Demon Bloodline Meng Tianyang, Tyrant Blade Ancestor's Astonishment!

Just think about it.

Tyrant Blade Ancestor was a Great Ability Realm expert.

A Venerable Realm elder had killed an exceptionally promising disciple of their Tyrant Blade Sect.

That disciple had possessed an immense chance of reaching the Great Ability Realm!

Even the Saint Realm had not been beyond possibility!

Back then, Tyrant Blade Ancestor had placed immense hopes upon that prodigy.

Yet he had been directly slain.

Later, elders from the Limitless Sacred Land had even brought people to the Tyrant Blade Sect to demand an explanation. Tyrant Blade Ancestor had paid a considerable price, and one of the Tyrant Blade Sect's vice sect masters had even had an arm crippled.

All of it was utter humiliation—unforgettable for a lifetime, and something that would be difficult to erase from the Tyrant Blade Sect's history for generations.

Now that he had the chance to go to the Great Yan Dynasty, Tyrant Blade Ancestor was naturally overjoyed. He nodded and said, "Time waits for no one. I'll go at once."

With that, Tyrant Blade Ancestor departed as well.

The other Great Ability Realm Demon Sect elders went about their respective tasks.

As a Great Ability Realm powerhouse, Tyrant Blade Ancestor was exceedingly fast. Before long, he was nearly at the Great Yan Dynasty.

At that moment, Tyrant Blade Ancestor sensed a group of people approaching.

After waiting a moment, Tyrant Blade Ancestor focused his eyes and looked.

The leader wore pale purple robes, one hand behind his back. A black blood mark rested on his forehead, an extremely peculiar mark resembling an imprint upon the soul.

Behind him followed more than a dozen disciples of the Ten Extremes Demon Sect.

The instant Tyrant Blade Ancestor saw the newcomer, he recognized him.

Wasn't this one of the Ten Extremes Demon Sect's Sequence