In Blue Star terms, the Little Marquis was something of a lunatic. He had never liked a life as placid as still water. He was always like a blazing sun, burning and shining at every moment, or a gale before a downpour-even knowing the skies would clear moments later, he still had to sweep spectacularly across the human world, leaving his mark on every inch of earth and dust.
Few ancient sects and immortal sects in this world could understand him, and fewer still had given him anything that could be called "spectacular." Great Might Heavenly Dragon counted as one, and now the Divine Court's Military Faction counted as another.
When he had first set foot in the Migration Land, Great Might Heavenly Dragon had dispatched hundreds of thousands of its main force to take him down. Tonight, the Divine Court's Military Faction had honored his wishes as well, deploying over three thousand soldiers, hundreds of Fourth-Grade cultivators, nearly a hundred Fifth-Grade cultivators, and two Dao-Touching Realm cultivators to send him to his death.
His battle cry had rung out loud and clear, and he had looked very dashing holding his spear in one hand. Even when thousands charged at him, he had held out against more than ten Fifth-Grade cultivators for over three hundred exchanges. But in the end, even a fierce tiger could not fight off a pack of wolves. The Little Marquis was surrounded atop a desolate grave by a dense mass of cultivators, who grabbed his white hair and relentlessly beat and kicked him.
Though dazed by the beating, he remained defiant. Baleful energy soared from his body, and the will in his heart burned without end. He could always cling tenaciously to life in the most desperate circumstances.
Eventually, a Dao Realm cultivator arrived in