The Steward Demonic Emperor

sages’ mouths and looked within.
“There’s just one guy left.
Let him out and just beat him up.”

 

“Agreed.” The others nodded and the sages undid their domain.

 

The elder saw the light of day once more, but now he was the picture of solitude.

 

Everyone on the battlefield looked over and saw how thirty got trapped and now only one survived.
The shock was palpable.

 

But the lone survivor had no time to even stand straight as the five were on him in a blink.

 

Boom!

 

Fire, water, savagery, yin and yang, all came down on his head like heaven’s wrath.
In moments, the old guy did not even have the chance to take a breath of fresh air before he was put down, his body gone.

 

Every onlooker stood there dumbfounded. 

 

[Who are they to be so strong? Killing thirty by themselves?]

 

The Mystical Heaven Sect was stunned, the Demon Scheming Sect was looking dumbly, and even Zhuo Fan flinched.
Then he nodded.

 

[These five sure are strong.
I didn’t waste all that effort after all.] 

 

Not even he thought they would make such an effective team.

 

Yue’er kept looking back and now was stumped as well, he stammered at Luo Yunhai, “T-they…”

 

“Ha-ha-ha, brother Zhuo taught three of them himself, while the other two merely gave them hints.
That’s why they became our first generation of venerables.”

 

Luo Yunhai chuckled, “They are stubborn and prideful people, always acting alone, but they actually joined hands this time.”

 

Yue’er sighed, “They’re all freaks.”

 

“Like master, like disciple.
They never became brother Zhuo’s true disciples.
Who’s to say what his disciples would become later on? Maybe even stronger, ha-ha-ha.
Calling them freaks is a bit premature.” Luo Yunhai chuckled.

 

Yue’er’s face grew hard, “But master doesn’t seem to care much about us.
He also said that he only got into the Demon Scheming Sect because of the Sect Leader’s deal…”

 

“Oh, acting cool.
Let me tell you what I know from my time with brother Zhuo.
He does care about you, ha-ha-ha…” Luo Yunhai chuckled.

 

Yue’er gave him a long look and smiled.

 

“Kill!”

 

In front of them, someone started shouting.
They saw Kui Gang’s team fighting Mystical Heaven Sect disciples.

 

They all had around the same cultivation, making the fighting bitter and harsh.

 

Luo Yunhai shouted, “Flying Tiger Army, wing formation.
Charge! “

 

“Yes, sir!”

 

The soldiers followed Luo Yunhai’s lead into battle.

 

They were like wolves among sheep.
One side had forty thousand men, the other a hundred thousand war puppets.
One side was made of secluded disciples, while the others were veterans of war.

 

Despite the similar cultivation, the outcome was obvious.

 

Luo Yunhai’s Flying Tiger Army turned the previous deadlock into a win.
Flying Tiger Army was like a cleaver, cutting its way through Mystical Heaven Sect disciples, leaving Kui Gang’s side stumped.

 

[Fricking hell, master, how are master’s clansmen so strong? They’re at the same level as us but so much better in group battles.
That’s what it means to be in the military.
]

 

Kui Gang directed the Demon Scheming Sect disciples to attack as well, and the Mystical Heaven Sect disciples had no way of stopping such brutal assault.

 

Soon, they arrived before the treasury, but the gates were closed tight.

 

“We’re here!” Luo Yunhai lit up and ordered, “Attack the treasury and cut off their supplies!”

 

Roar!

 

The men shouted, even the Demon Scheming Sect disciples, all excited about burning it to the ground.

 

However, in a yellow flash, an immense power swept them and spread blood and gore in every direction.

 

Ten thousand died just like that, with thousands being from the tough Flying Tiger Army.

 

An aged voice sounded, “Who dares come to my treasury?”