Boom!

Muddy waves rolled up like raging dragons and crashed hard against the sky-propping pillar.

In the black, lowering sky, divine light flashed and stretched out for ten thousand li, becoming a vast, sweeping painting of rivers and mountains. Inside it rose the clamor of countless voices, as though the Immortal Court had come down to earth—yet there was nothing peaceful about it. Only majesty and a cold, deadly air spread quietly outward.

A Boundless Dao-Sovereign Palace of this level was perhaps appearing in Xihong for the first time in all these years.

And two of them had appeared at once.

The two rivers-and-mountains paintings faced each other from afar, closing the whole towering mountain between them. Under those ten thousand li of rivers and mountains, the Mountain-Moving Sect, which had once soared into the clouds, looked tiny and fragile, as if it might collapse at any moment.

“The exalted Boundless Dao-Sovereign Sect has come in a rage. Get away, quick…”

The creatures who had come nearby out of curiosity all soon noticed something was wrong.

They knew little of the world, but they knew the Boundless Dao-Sovereign Sect followed the path of an orthodox sect—teaching and uplifting all living things, so that every man might be a dragon. Yet now it was showing such an overbearing face. It plainly hadn't come to pay the Mountain-Moving Sect a call.

“What have they gone mad about?”

Under the cover of the glow from a dragon pearl, Ye Jiu's eyelid twitched a few times. He was Nanhong's sharp sword, and a sword moved as its master willed—but in truth he was also a man of deep feeling. Otherwise he would never have given up the chance to kill the South Dragon King back then to save Qi Yansheng.

What the Mountain-Moving Sect Master had done was very much to his taste.

Now, watching this allied sect being bullied, a wicked spark of anger flared up in Ye Jiu's heart. “Even if they're looking for someone, even if they want to interrogate him, do they have to come at it as if they're…