Under the Throughgate, out of the five people who were previously blocking the road, only the second cloudmist disciple, Jing Xuan, remained standing, while the others were sprawled on the ground. The three onyx disciples were in a sorry state, either foaming at the mouth, covered in scars, electrified, or burnt to a crisp. Their lifebound beasts had fared no better. They had expected Sikong Tianchen to avenge them, yet the man was seriously injured. Their eyes rolled back and their hearts felt like they had been stabbed into a million pieces.

"He’s definitely at Unity. How did he defeat Sikong Tianchen, who’d already advanced to Heavenly Will..."

"Just who is he?"

The three onyx disciples shrank to one side. Recalling their previous taunts, their miserable state only felt more embarrassing.

"Senior Brother!"

A pale Jing Xuan tried to help Sikong Tianchen, but was pushed away. It was a pity the latter used too much strength, pulling at the sword wound in his...