Eastern Continent.
Inside the main hall of the Qianyuan Sacred Ground.
Qin Yuanbai's expression was grim as he stared down at Zhang Ergou, killing intent flashing in his eyes.
Meanwhile.
The other elders of the sacred ground sat on either side, each wearing a different expression.
Some looked displeased, some bemused, and others openly delighted at his misfortune.
"You want to challenge me for the position of Sacred Lord. Have you really thought this through?"
Qin Yuanbai's voice was icy.
He had never expected his position as Sacred Lord to come under threat just after he returned from the Demon Abyss.
Even more unexpected was this.
The challenger was Zhang Ergou.
To be honest.
Qin Yuanbai had vaguely heard of Zhang Ergou. He was considered a fairly strong cultivator in the Origin Sect, but no matter how strong he was, he was no different from an ant in the eyes of a true immortal.
Moreover.
His name was utterly unrefined.
After all, even if a powerhouse did not have an impressive name, it should at least fall within the bounds of normality.
No matter what.
Surely no one would actually be called Zhang Ergou.
Er Gou—Two Dogs?
What sort of oddball would choose a name like that and keep using it to this day?
Faced with the threat in Qin Yuanbai's words, Zhang Ergou stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm.
"The Qianyuan Sacred Ground has a rule: only its strongest member is qualified to serve as Sacred Lord. Every sect also has the right to challenge the Sacred Lord once every ten years. I, Zhang, am merely following the sacred ground's rules."
For some reason.
When he first noticed how often Qin Shujian liked to stand with his hands behind his back, Zhang Ergou had been