At long last, a chosen from the Seven Sect Coalition had come to challenge the Seventh Peak, which up to this point, remained unchallenged.

The person to do it was Huang Yikun from the Dark Serenity Sect! He wore his violet robe inlaid with gold, and as the moonlight shone on him, he looked unusually extravagant. His expression was haughty as all four of his life flames burned brightly, as though he had an entire world burning within him. Especially noteworthy was his red glove, which bent light toward it, such that all the moonlight in the area seemed to sweep toward his hand. All of it made him seem like the most dignified and imposing thing on the Seventh Peak.

“So this is the miserable Seventh Peak? Pitiful.”

He slowly walked up the stairs, looking like he was merely going for a walk on a moonlit night. That said, he had an odd feeling. The Seventh Peak seemed too quiet and peaceful. There were no lamps lighting the path, and he didn’t detect any disciples about. It was as if the entire mountain was empty.

It was very different from how the challenges had gone on other mountain peaks. From what he had been told, there had always been lots of disciples present to watch things play out. He had sent a formal letter of challenge earlier, and had expected crowds to show up to watch. But at the moment, not a single person could be seen.

“They must be sore losers who can’t stand being beaten in public.” Huang Yikun sneered as he reached the halfway point up the...