There was a pool of dark red blood on the ground in front of Cloud Billow. His face was pale and there was anger and panic in his eyes.

There were three black-robed demons standing around him. Their auras were threatening and formidable and they each held onto demon-imprisoning shackles.

If this was normal times, then with Cloud Billow’s strength, while fighting one against three would be difficult, it wouldn’t be hard to escape. Even if they had specially prepared demon-imprisoning shackles.

As the one recognized as the most outstanding bloodline descendant amongst the old King’s lineage and one of the most powerful contenders for the new King’s throne, it was easy to guess how valued Cloud Billow was.

Others might have one or two life-saving cards, but Cloud Billow actually had multiple of them.

If this wasn’t the case, did people think that the factional strife and tumult within the Nightmare Clan would be settled with gentle words?

But today’s accident was truly unexpected. No one had ever dared to make a move in Nine Nether Pagoda, let alone arouse the strength of the ancestral...