The sudden appearance of the blood moon in the sky swiftly attracted everyone’s attention. Ji Lingfeng, Xiao Yuanqi, and the Autumn Mountain Lord, who wanted to decide the first between them, were surprised and raised their heads.

“Hahaha! Brilliant! Truly brilliant! It looks like I’m not late. The Martial Dao Tea Party is more exciting than I expected.” A huge patch of bloody clouds charged towards Thunder Island under the blood moon. The blood cloud was like a river of blood rumbling towards Thunder Island.

Even from so far away, everyone could smell a bloody stench that made them feel uneasy. When the bloody clouds descended on the Dragon Pulse Ranking, they began to wriggle before condensing into a devilish youth. This youth’s face was as pale as paper, and he wore a black robe that was embroidered with weird blood-colored patterns.

Everyone exclaimed because this person was from the Blood Moon Demonic Sect. They call themselves the Blood Moon Sect, but others called them the Blood Moon Demonic Sect.

“The Lightning God General, Ao Feng?” The Autumn Mountain Lord softly said with his brows locked together.

When Ao Feng raised his head, he smiled, “I’m surprised the Autumn Mountain Lord knows my name. That’s right, I’m the...