Bab 2017: Finger of Death

In Donghua Academy, people were hurrying over, one after another. They stood on the mountaintops and looked at the virtuosos of the Desolate God Palace.

These people were all not friendly. However, they were not too concerned about this. The purpose of inviting all of these factions to Donghua Academy this time was to understand the extent of the cultivation of the various Renhuangs in the Donghua Domain.

It was just as well that the situation was like this.

The space around the peak that Desolation stood upon was especially tight. A dense shadow shrouded the space around the mountain; black tendrils swirled around, creating a feeling of desolation and destruction. It was a very uncomfortable aura.

"Since Ning Hua is not around, is there anyone from the Donghua Academy who wants to fight me?" Desolation asked. His voice reverberated in the entire space, and his tone was extremely overbearing.