The Black-Corner Region lay wedged between numerous empires. Its uniquely rugged, treacherous terrain made it the destination of choice for many powerful fugitives. Everyone who survived here was a ruthless outlaw. Mercy, kindness, and empty talk were worthless; only absolute power could make the people of the Black-Corner Region obediently listen.
The renowned Jia Nan Academy stood at the heart of the Black-Corner Region, carving out a haven of order within this chaotic, lawless microcosm of the continent.
Hovering in midair and surveying the city below, Ye Uchiha scratched his head and muttered helplessly, "So where exactly have I ended up?"
Seemingly alerted to Ye Uchiha's presence, a surge of energy suddenly rippled through the city below. Twenty or thirty figures flapping wings of Dou Qi flew toward him.
A handsome young man dressed in luxurious black robes bowed to Ye Uchiha and asked, "I am Han Feng, the lord of Maple City. May I ask what brings you here, Senior?"
A Dou Zong? Since when had someone this powerful come to the Black-Corner Region?
Han Feng's thoughts weighed heavily on him. As a peak Dou Huang with one foot already in the Dou Zong realm, backed by the soul strength of a peak sixth-rank Alchemist and his trump card, the Sea Heart Flame, he was qualified to challenge a Dou Zong. But that was all-qualified. If they truly fought, he would likely end up fleeing in disgrace.
Until he understood this mysterious expert's origins and intentions, Han Feng could only treat Ye Uchiha with the respect due a senior. If the man had come with ill intentions, however, Han Feng was no pushover either. Surely the Hall of Souls would be delighted to receive a Dou Zong-level soul body.
Looking at the young Dou Huang before him, whose bearing