Lu Qing was one of the candidates to become the World Association's fourth hall master.
There were six candidates for the position of Hall Master of the Fourth Hall. He had heard that the others had chosen minor sects such as the Qingcheng Sect and Shushan, but Duan Lang, whom he considered his greatest rival, had chosen the Emei Sect. He had to outdo Duan Lang, so he had gone straight for the Five Poisons Sect on the border between Shu and Dali.
Everyone else knew that the Five Poisons Sect was subordinate to the Sun Moon Demon Cult, whose influence blazed like the midday sun throughout the Jianghu. But so what?
Since Chief Xiong had ordered them to wipe out the other sects in Shu, his ambition clearly encompassed the world. In the future, he would not spare even the Sun Moon Demon Cult.
If Lu Qing destroyed the Five Poisons Sect, the chief would surely value him, and the fourth hall master's seat would certainly be his.
He might even get a chance to become the chief's disciple and learn his supreme arts.
The chief was not merely skilled in fists, palms, and kicks. His swordsmanship was also immensely powerful. Lu Qing had seen him practice with a sword, and its power had been astonishing.
"Have you people of the Five Poisons Sect thought it through? Don't force me to act."
Lan Fenghuang came out with several elders of the Five Poisons Sect. "Where did this stray dog come from, barking at the gates of our Five Immortals Sect? The paltry World Association dares attack us?"
"Kneel and knock your head against the ground a hundred times, and I can spare your life."
Enraged, Lu Qing thrust his sword at Lan Fenghuang.
He could tell that Lan Fenghuang