The three elders of the Blazing Fire Sect looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Dead, he killed the Great Emperor Elder. Could it be that the Fiery Demon has advanced to the Great Emperor level?"

"But before, he was only at the early stage of the Saint Realm!"

"This is outrageous! Did they eat some kind of magic pill? I'm so envious!"

The Fiery Sect Master waved his hand and said, "Shut up, all of you. The Fiery Old Demon has not advanced to the Great Emperor level, but he is still a half-step Great Emperor and should not be underestimated. I just received news that Daoist Wuchen from the Carefree Immortal Palace has led the experts from the five major sects toward the War Slave Sect. I am wondering whether I should go and get a share of the spoils!"

"Under the pretext of executing traitors to our sect, we'll latch onto the coattails of the Carefree Immortal Palace so that we can live a more comfortable life!"

An elder of the Blazing Fire Sect grinned maliciously.

"I understand what the sect leader means. As long as we successfully pledge allegiance, we will have a suitable reason to attack other sects and expand our territory!"

The Blazing Fire Sect Master nodded: "That's right. Before the other sects can react, we should quickly advance and seize the advantage!"

The three elders of the Blazing Fire Sect nodded in agreement.

Soon, hundreds of cloud boats took off from the Blazing Fire Sect and headed towards the War Slave Sect.

News of the great battle spread like wildfire.

Countless martial artists turned their gazes in that direction.

They put down what they were doing and set off in their cloud boats.

This battle!

Who won and who lost?

...

War Slave Sect Leader!

Tang Xuan sat atop the peak, leisurely sipping his tea.

But his eyes were unusually cold.

Behind them, Shi Yanrou and Murong Ting stood quietly.

The five thousand disciples of the War Slave Sect remained silent, led by their sect leader.

Waiting for the enemy to arrive.