บท 50: I have the best sword in the world that can kill immortals and gods and save the common people.

Upon hearing Ye Daocang's words, one of the Four Lords, the Night Ghost Lord, remained expressionless.

"Ah, Ye Daocang, you are truly patient one. To bury your hatred for the death of your father and the destruction of your clan for thirty years, hiding your strength all this time—your perseverance is something I must admit I admire!" In the hearts of the Netherworld Sect, Ye Daocang had always been an enigma. They believed that he had not obtained the ultimate treasure of the Fire Cloud Sect, so they saw no immediate threat from him. Only after years of silence had Ye Daocang finally emerged.

However, they had always suspected that Ye Daocang's current strength was due to something from the Fire Cloud Sect. The treasure, after all, had been passed down from ancient times.

Ye Daocang, uninterested in explaining, calmly raised his sword.