Azure Dragon Origin-Returning Art, Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Fist

An unknown place.

In the dim side hall, the light was faint, dark red curtains hung on the walls, and a few oil lamps flickered with a gloomy yellow glow.

This was a small stronghold of the Heaven Overturning Cult Branch Altar in Cangwu Prefecture.

One person sat in the master seat, and not far in front of him, a young cultist walked through the hall.

His pace was not fast, his expression devoid of any humility, and the gazes of the people around him carried a hint of envy as they watched him.

His cultivation realm was not high, merely at the Body Tempering Realm, yet when he walked among the Meridian Opening supervisors, he showed none of the respect a subordinate should show to a superior.

Because this person was the apple of Deputy Altar Master Black Crow's eye, having been groomed to the brink of Meridian Opening in less than a year since joining the cult.

Black Crow had even given him a specific moniker: "Number One".

Number One walked through the crowd, his gaze fixed straight ahead, paying no mind to anyone at all.

His appearance was ordinary, but amidst the crowd, he exuded a discordant aura.

Black Crow sat in the master seat, watching Number One walk over with a calm gaze.

Number One stepped forward, and only when facing Black Crow did he show a respectful expression.

"Altar Master."

The very next second after his voice fell, Black Crow's figure vanished from the master seat, reappearing before Number One in an instant.

Black Crow raised a hand and slapped Number One across the face.

The sound was sharp, crisp, and decisive.

Number One was sent flying by the blow, crashing into a wooden table by the wall, sending the items on it tumbling to