The Next Sect Master
Editor: Atlas Studios
In the mountains, countless demons surrounded a man in golden robes. It was the Formless Sect's Dong Wangxian.
Dong Wangxian wielded his sword with both hands as he flew through the air. A red umbrella opened up and spun at high speed around him. It sliced through the attacking demons and blood rained down.
Looking down, the entire mountain was filled with demon corpses. They were all incomplete and horrifying.
"Is that all you have? Where's your king?"
Dong Wangxian laughed impudently. High-spirited, his anger faded from the excitement of killing.
This was what he wanted the most!
Acting recklessly!
Being unstoppable!
Boom—
At the end of the horizon, a terrifying demonic aura suddenly rose. It broke through the clouds and shook the mountains, causing the trees on the mountains to shake violently as if they were about to be blown away.
Dong Wangxian suddenly turned around with a solemn expression.