On the throne built from piled white bones, Hun Sha, Sect Master of the Myriad Souls Demonic Sect, sat like a frozen demonic god statue.
Only the uncontrolled surging of pitch-black demonic qi around him revealed the towering rage in his heart.
The demonic qi, like living tentacles, wrapped around the armrests of the throne, emitting “sizzle” sounds of corrosion.
The armrests, forged from thousand-year cold ironwood and giant beast skeletons, slowly melted under this demonic erosion, dripping viscous black liquid.
Inside the grand hall, the light was dim. Only a few flickering ghostly green soul lamps illuminated the fearful and uneasy faces below.
A group of demonic sect elders stood with hands hanging down, heads deeply bowed. Even their breathing was deliberately suppressed to the lowest level, fearing that the slightest sound would ignite the thunderous fury of the evil god on the throne.
The air stagnated like ten-thousand-year profound ice, heavy enough to make hearts stop beating.
“Black Flame Valley… our sect’s resource stronghold operated for hundreds of years, plundered clean. The stored essences, not even one in ten remains!”
Hun Sha’s voice finally rang out, low and hoarse, as if squeezed from a crack in the nine nether hells. Every word carried bone-piercing chill and bloodiness.
“Yin Soul Medicinal Garden… where countless rare demonic plants were nurtured, the foundation for our sect’s refining of ‘Myriad Souls Pills’. Now turned to scorched earth, hundreds of years of effort gone with the wind!”
He suddenly raised his head. Blood-red light exploded in his eyes, like two wheels of bloodthirsty remnant moons, sweeping over the crowd below who had fallen deathly silent. “And those incessant harassments everywhere! Squads wiped out, outposts uprooted, disciples panicked, morale fallen to the depths!”
“In such a short time, our Myriad Souls Demonic Sect has suffered such monstrous humiliation! This Chen Ping… this Myriad Beasts Sect… do they truly think I, Hun Sha, am made of clay? Do they truly believe the sharp blade of our Myriad Souls Demonic Sect has rusted?!”
“Boom!”
Hun Sha slammed his palm fiercely on the throne armrest. The entire grand hall shook violently. The already heavily corroded armrest shattered in response, turning to dust.
Violent demonic qi exploded outwards with him at the centre, forming a black shock ring. The elders closest were pushed staggering backwards by this wave, their faces deathly pale.
“This cannot go on!”
Hun Sha stood up abruptly. His tall figure cast a massive shadow in the dim light, as if to swallow the entire hall. “Pass my command!”
His voice boomed like thunder, exploding in everyone’s ears.
“Assemble! Assemble all combat forces of the sect! Apart from necessary personnel left to guard the soul hall and maintain basic array operations, all elders, deacons, and inner disciples at Heavenly Immortal realm and above: assemble fully!”
“This seat will personally lead the army to raze the Myriad Beasts Sect! I will extract Chen Ping’s soul and refine it, eternally suppressing his divine soul beneath nether ghostly flames!”
“I will dismantle that old crackpot Heaven Splitting’s bones one by one, grind them to powder!”
“I will ensure that from this day, not a fowl or dog remains in the Myriad Beasts Mountain Range, not a blade of grass grows! With their fresh blood and souls, recast the supreme prestige of our Myriad Souls Demonic Sect!”
Mad flames of vengeance burned in Hun Sha’s eyes, a destructive desire that spared no cost.
“Sect Master! Think thrice!”
An elder with the longest tenure, sparse hair and withered features, steeled himself and stepped forward shakily to advise. “Mobilising the entire nest like this will leave the sect interior extremely vulnerable.”
“The situation in the Tenth Heaven is complex. Forces coveting our sect are not absent. If someone with ill intent takes advantage of the emptiness, the consequences would be unthinkable! Better to plan long-term, proceed gradually…”
“There are no ifs! And no proceeding gradually!” Hun Sha brutally interrupted him. Killing intent almost solidified, sending that elder into an ice pit. The remaining words were swallowed back.
“Now in the Tenth Heaven, who does not know the ferocious might of our Myriad Souls Demonic Sect? Who dares lightly stroke our tiger’s whiskers? Mere petty rats: lend them ten guts, and they still would not dare infringe upon our sect!”
