Stop Hiding Behind Someone Else's Power. You Have Only One Choice

The Clear Sky Sect was quiet beneath the night sky.

A patrol of disciples passed along the mountain path. Only when their footsteps faded did two figures emerge from the shadows.

Chen Xin spread his spiritual power. Silent and unseen, it swept over half the main peak.

Every lit room, every gathering of people, every hidden sentry post came into view.

Then he said to Qin Yun:

"That should be an elder's room."

Following his directions, Qin Yun passed through two covered walkways and slipped around the shadows of two watchtowers before reaching a secluded courtyard.

It stood on the far eastern side of the main peak. Its lights were the last to go out. This was where the elder who managed the sect's affairs lived.

A light still burned inside.

Qin Yun stepped up and knocked.

Knock, knock.

His knuckles tapped against the door, steady and unhurried.

"Come in!" the second elder called from within.

Qin Yun pushed the door open and stood just inside.

A gray-robed old man sat beneath the lamplight, reading through sect records.

At the sight of an unfamiliar young man, the second elder froze, then immediately grew wary.

It was the dead of night, deep inside the Clear Sky Sect, and a stranger had simply opened his door and walked in.

In all his decades as an elder, he had never encountered anything like it.

His first instinct was to raise the alarm.

But as soon as the thought arose, he saw a flash of sword intent.

The second elder's level ninety-three cultivation surged, and the phantom of a Clear Sky Hammer formed in an instant.

Before he could act, however, Sword Douluo had him pinned down.

Sword intent had come to rest three inches from his throat without him knowing when it had