“Not a single demon shall live?” Atop a ridge to the west of Dark Abyss Mountain, a beautiful woman in a black dress stood, her presence boldly asserted against the tempest. As her garments danced violently in the wind, her eyes locked onto the surging tide of a hundred thousand demons ahead, and a chilling aura billowed around her.2

“A mere boy, regardless of his talent, is worthless without sufficient intellect. He's destined to die sooner or later. There's absolutely no merit in cultivating him.” With those words, the woman in the black dress turned away, ready to depart.0

“Great Sword Venerable Ning!” Elder Wang and Shangguan Jia hastily blocked her path.1

“Great Sword Venerable, please grant him one more glance! Once the battle begins, Yun Xiao is sure to catch your discerning eye,” Elder Wang implored urgently.0

“What battle? You three thousand Azure Spirit Sword Cultivators merely need to guard the gate to the thousand mortal nations. Why venture into this demon nest? Could it be that you're all just tired of living?” The woman sneered disdainfully. “And don’t tell me this is youthful fervor. The brave without strategy meet their demise sooner. It’s a path of pure idiocy, utterly uninteresting!” Ning Yang's brows furrowed as she gazed at the two men before her. These two, one pudgy and the other uncouth, stood in stark contrast...0