Declaring War on the Hundred Ghosts Sect

Behind Long Aoyun followed two rows of black-clad men, their overwhelming aura forcing everyone present to lower their heads slightly.

Such an intimidating presence!

An Yi’s gaze turned solemn as he locked eyes with Long Aoyun.

Since arriving in this world, this was the first time he had felt such crushing pressure!

The top-ranked expert on the Great Xia Heavenly Rankings truly lived up to his reputation.

In terms of strength, this man had far surpassed the limits of this world’s power level!

An Yi’s expression grew grave.

Most crucially, Long Aoyun’s Destiny Value was displayed as one hundred—

The maximum!

It was almost certain—another protagonist!

And this one was likely more troublesome than the others.

Long Aoyun glanced at An Yi.

Their eye contact lasted only an instant.

"In a world so lacking in spiritual energy, how could such a powerful human even exist?"

For once, Hongtian was serious, shaking his dog head in quiet amazement.

For some reason, this guy gave him a sense of kinship.

Long Aoyun’s arrival sent a chill through the entire assembly.

Clad in black, tall and imposing, his half-long dark hair framed eyes that were as sharp as blades yet deep as the cosmos.

Without facing him in person, it was impossible to imagine this suffocating pressure.

And it wasn’t just Long Aoyun—even his subordinates radiated an oppressive aura.

Especially the eyepatch-wearing muscleman at the front and the short, sinister-looking figure behind him.

Lin Chen narrowed his eyes and remarked coolly, "All at the Void Realm."

Indeed, all twelve members of the Divine Hall were Void Realm experts, and their cultivation was far from weak.

The two at the front exuded a presence no less intimidating than Han Bing’s!

The martial artists present trembled in silence. Against An Yi and the Enforcement Bureau, they had still dared to resist or stir trouble.

But facing the War God who stood at the pinnacle of Great Xia? Not a single one dared to act out of line.

"The conflict between Great Xia and the Hundred Ghosts Sect traces back three hundred years! How many of you can swear your sect hasn’t suffered at their hands?"

Long Aoyun stepped onto the assembly platform, looking down at the crowd.

His tone was calm, but the weight behind his words was undeniable.

Those with ulterior motives paled, their backs drenched in cold sweat.

Indeed, while outsiders might not know, these so-called elite martial artists were well aware.

The Hundred Ghosts Sect had always been Great Xia’s greatest threat.

Every sect here had, to some extent, been victimized by them.

The Four Demon Halls were merely the sect’s public face.

Having fought against Great Xia’s martial world for three centuries without falling, the Hundred Ghosts Sect’s true power was terrifying beyond measure.

And now, someone slays their leader, and suddenly it’s a crime against heaven and earth?

Long Aoyun’s gaze swept across them like a blade. "Where’s your courage when fighting among yourselves? As warriors of Great Xia, where’s your backbone? If the sky falls, I, Long Aoyun, will hold it up! What are you afraid of?"

His voice was domineering, brimming with arrogance. "I’m here to announce one thing—from today, Great Xia declares war on the Hundred Ghosts Sect! Anyone who disobeys… prepare your own coffin."

The crowd shuddered at his words, yet none dared to speak.

Long Aoyun, the Dragon Marshal of Great Xia—he absolutely meant it.

With that, Long Aoyun and his Divine Hall entourage departed.

Only after their black figures vanished did the hall remain deathly silent.

Heads bowed, not a soul uttered a word.

"Such spiritual pressure… Brother Yun seems even stronger now."

Master Yuanyi lifted his head, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Brother who?"

An Yi, standing nearby, pricked up his ears in confusion.

Master Yuanyi was over three hundred years old—who could he possibly call "brother"?

But all An Yi heard next was the old man’s snores.

"An existence I’ll never reach in this lifetime…"

Cangqiong Daoist sighed softly.

Hailed as a once-in-a-millennium prodigy since childhood, surpassing Master Yuanyi might still be within his grasp. But Long Aoyun? He didn’t even dare to dream.

Every Divine Hall leader began at the peak!

He couldn’t fathom how someone so young had cultivated to such heights.

Still, the mention of war with the Hundred Ghosts Sect reminded him of that bewitching serpent demoness.

His face weathered with melancholy, he sighed deeply and clapped a hand on An Yi’s shoulder. "Young friend An, I’ve heard you possess a pill that cures colds. Is it true?"

"A cold remedy? I don’t have—"

Wait, the third-ranked expert on the Heavenly Rankings, brought down by a mere cold? Ohhh—!

"Daoist, you—"

An Yi was stunned.

"You old rogue, how old are you?! Can your body even handle a Tiger Yang Pill?"

Ahem. "Seeing the Daoist unwell, I’ll gift you these three—no, five pills. One dose guarantees potent effects."

An Yi played along, discreetly slipping a vial into Cangqiong Daoist’s hand.

"Haha, young friend, your wisdom shines bright indeed!"

The Daoist beamed, reciprocating by handing An Yi a slip of paper.

Unfolding it, An Yi frowned at the string of numbers. "This is…"

Lottery numbers? A Daoist secret manual?

Coming from a top-three Heavenly Rankings expert, it had to be valuable!

The digits seemed to shimmer with an inexplicable profundity, as if infused with Daoist essence.

Cangqiong Daoist nodded sagely. "This is my disciple Xiao Xiao’s phone number!"

An Yi: "…"

In the Daoist Alliance, Xiao Xiao was hailed as heaven’s favored daughter, adored by countless.

Winning her affection was the ultimate dream of every toad in the alliance.

Thus, in the Daoist’s eyes, this punk would surely be overjoyed. Such a generous gift!

"Uh…"

An Yi forced a grin.

He already had her contact info—and it was she who had shoved it at him, leaving no room for refusal.

Cangqiong Daoist stroked his beard, smiling smugly at An Yi.

As if flaunting his magnanimity.

An Yi’s smile screamed internal curses.

One Tiger Yang Pill cost three hundred thousand. Five? Fifteen million!

A hundred-and-fifty-million-yuan pill, traded for a useless scrap of paper?!

Pah!

Shameless old con artist!

Give me back my 1.5 billion!

Long Aoyun came and went swiftly, but his presence left the unruly martial artists thoroughly cowed.

Han Bing was pleased. Smirking at the petrified crowd, he drawled, "As the War God declared, Great Xia’s martial artists stand against the Hundred Ghosts Sect! Those who wish to withdraw… we won’t stop you."

Withdraw?

How the hell could they?

The martial artists cursed inwardly.

They knew the Divine Hall’s methods—ruthlessly domineering, decisive in execution.

Why else would it reign as Great Xia’s strongest faction?

Even the Daoist Alliance, a coalition of major sects, paled in comparison.

At the assembly’s entrance, Lin Chen and Chen Bing exchanged glances.

"This meeting might be an opportunity for the Asura Gate," Chen Bing adjusted his black-framed glasses and said solemnly.

Lin Chen nodded. "Mm."