The Arranged Battle, Part One

Heaven's Will Blade was a burly, dark-skinned man. A peculiar greatsaber twisted into an S-shape was strapped across his back. Hearing this, he merely cupped his hands toward the group.

Then he walked beneath the archway and sat down cross-legged. The disciples had long prepared a cushion on the ground, with fellow disciples guarding him on either side. An incense burner was carried before him, its fragrance curling through the air and slowly spreading into the surroundings.

Time passed slowly, and the sun gradually rose from the east to hang overhead.

Noon arrived.

Heaven's Will Blade slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the sky, and frowned slightly.

"Still no sign of him, Sect Leader."

An elder at his side spoke in a low voice.

"No rush," Heaven's Will Blade said flatly. He was about to close his eyes again and regulate his breathing.

Suddenly, a man in black slowly flew over from the distant sky.

The mask on the man's face was precisely the Three-Eyed Divine Lord mask the disciples had described earlier. The silver mask faintly reflected the light, rather dazzling, and could be noticed from a great distance.

"He's here!"

"He's here, he's here! That's him!"

"A three-eyed mask—how arrogant. The Three-Eyed Divine Lord has always represented the War God in battle and slaughter. Anyone daring to use that as a disguise must have extreme confidence in himself."

The observing cultivators began to stir restlessly.

"If it were me, I definitely wouldn't be this arrogant, flying over directly while surrounded by enemies. He's treating everyone in the Heavenly Dao Sect as if they were nothing."

A young cultivator shook his head.

"That is courage and presence."

"Or perhaps, to me, it looks more like courage without strategy."

Ignoring how the others judged him, Heaven's Will Blade slowly rose