The Martial Tower used to be the sacred ground with the strongest fighting force in the Wanxiang Pagoda. Unfortunately, they didn’t produce any talents in the past century. There were very few young disciples who were able to enter the Hundreds’ List, resulting in the tower’s gradual decline from its former glory.

The hundred-level was majestic and magnificent. The bright sunlight shone down with a metallic luster.

This was a place that used to produce many superb experts that swept over the world. Each level had engravings left behind by the seniors regarding their best cultivation methods. This could be said to be a real sacred ground for martial arts cultivation.

After being taken by Zhang Badao to be the Divine King’s disciple, Feng Feiyun immediately became the junior brother of the Martial Tower Lord. Although he was the son of the evil demon, no one dared to gossip now that he has the Divine King as his master.

One month later.

“So what if he is the son of the demon? It’s none of your goddamn business! Motherfucker, say one more word and see what I’ll do to...