Atop Dragon Tiger Mountain, Bai Qicang's face showed a faint smile. Without saying much, he picked up his long sword and began descending step by step from Dragon Tiger Mountain.
For this determined warrior, becoming immortal and growing stronger was currently the greatest reason that sustained him in this world. He would not miss any opportunity of becoming immortal that presented itself before him.
Sword Sect, Taisu Sect, Xuantian Sect, the old monks from the Buddhism School...
All the strong ones in this world gathered within the Demon Domain, for that slim chance of breaking through to the Immortal Path.
In the Demon Domain, atop a mountain peak, Pang Hong stood with his hands behind his back, a divine sword hanging at his waist, his robes fluttering without any wind.
Ever since the Bloody Trial began, Pang Hong and the others had completely separated, each searching for their own chances of survival.