Chapter 16: Visitors from All Sides!

Above the Heavenly Path Sect, dark clouds parted, swirling with demonic energy. A blood-red, almost black cloud of vitality spread across the entire upper space, covering it completely.

In midair, a figure clad in crimson slowly materialized—a man holding a black feather fan, reclining on a throne carved with a dragon motif.

In his arms lay a masked, slender young woman radiating an aura of malevolence.

Flanking the throne, ten attendants resembling celestial maidens stood respectfully in two neat rows.

Upon closer inspection, thousands of demonic prodigies from the Demon Realm followed behind them.

“Yi Xing!”

The man on the throne was none other than the notorious villain Yi Xing, the foremost figure in Eastern Continent’s demonic cultivation, and the greatest adversary of the Heavenly Path Sect. The two factions were mortal enemies, irreconcilable forces locked in perpetual conflict for years.

Shi Murong silently recited Yi Xing’s name in his heart, marveling at the grandiosity of the villain’s entrance—no one could help but be awestruck.

No one had expected Yi Xing and his retinue of demonic prodigies to appear at such a critical moment.

Perhaps due to the recent incident with the Beast King, the Heavenly Path Sect had been caught completely off guard.

The foremost sect of the Eastern Continent—what a joke.

Zhai Zhe, already wounded with a severed arm and still recovering, looked uneasy but quickly regained composure.

He waved his hand, activating a barrier to keep Yi Xing and his faction out.

“You demon! What business have you in the Heavenly Path Sect, coming here without cause?”

“Business?” Yi Xing’s entire being radiated unrestrained wickedness as he narrowed his eyes at Zhai Zhe. “Naturally, to seek revenge!”

“Look at you, the so-called number one sect leader. The world says you’re my greatest rival, but honestly, I think you’re nothing special.”

Yi Xing’s mockery deepened Zhai Zhe’s humiliation, stirring unpleasant memories.

“Desperate for death!” Zhai Zhe roared, charging forward to engage Yi Xing in a reckless grappling match.

“Hah, it seems you’ve truly lost your mind, letting anger override reason. You’re acting without thought—desperation, isn’t it?”

Yi Xing was surprised by Zhai Zhe’s sudden attack but delighted by his fury.

Only such passion could prove how severely Zhai Zhe’s lost arm had affected him.

Zhai Zhe’s displeasure was Yi Xing’s joy.

The two clashed repeatedly, neither yielding easily.

Meanwhile, Shen Beijia, initially cradled by Yi Xing, floated above, gazing coldly at the Heavenly Path disciples below.

“The Heavenly Path Sect, your disciples have stolen a precious treasure from my lord. Return it at once!”

The sect’s disciples arrayed themselves cautiously, eyes fixed on the air.

Had this confrontation come earlier, they would not have feared. But having just suffered a severe loss of vital energy, they dared not underestimate their opponents, lest disaster strike.

The Grand Elder smiled kindly: “Ha haI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.