The chapter begins in the depths of Hell. "Is this the same Sai who wiped out an entire sect?" Ming muttered, confirming it was indeed Young Master Sai. As the realization dawned on everyone present, they immediately dropped to their knees, trembling.
"Forgive us, Young Master Sai! We didn't know it was you! Please, have mercy!" the crowd pleaded in unison.
Sai remained calm, his expression unreadable. "It's fine," he said simply. However, he narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold glint flashing through them. "But remember... there won't be a next time."
The temperature in the room seemed to drop. The disciples felt a chill run down their spines, their hearts racing in terror. Ming quickly stepped in to calm the crowd before turning to Sai with a bow. "Young Master Sai, please, forgive their ignorance."
Sai looked away, dismissing the tension. "Enough. Let's get to business."
The Gathering StormTwo hours of intense discussion followed within the halls of Hell. Strategies were mapped out, and the fate of their enemies was decided. Once the meeting concluded, Sai and Ming emerged from the depths.
"Sir Sai," Ming began hesitantly, "if you don't mind me asking... would you like a room prepared for you?"
"No," Sai replied bluntly. "I stay in my own area."
Ming didn't dare press further. He knew Sai's temperament all too well; one wrong word could lead to the total destruction of his sect. As they walked, Ming turned her head for just a moment. When she looked back, Sai was gone—teleported away without a trace.
The Midnight AmbushMeanwhile, in the shadows of the night, a sinister plot was unfolding. The Profound Sect, a prominent member of the Righteous Alliance, was marching toward Ming's sect. They planned to use the cover of darkness to launch a devastating surprise attack.
At the gates of Ming's sect, the sentries were on high alert. Suddenly, a sense of dread washed over them.
"Did you feel that?" one guard whispered.
A small group went to investigate the disturbance in the nearby woods. When they didn't return, a second group was dispatched to check on them, while others ran to sound the alarm.
The search party ventured deep into the darkness. Suddenly, a strange, guttural sound echoed through the trees. One guard spun around, only to hear his comrade scream, "Look out! It's a trap! We're surrounded!"
From the shadows, scores of figures emerged, clad in pristine white robes. The moonlight revealed their identity: the Righteous Alliance.
"They're here to slaughter us in our sleep!" a guard shouted, drawing his blade.
The Battle JoinsThe clash was instantaneous and bloody. Ming's disciples fought with desperate ferocity, but they were vastly outnumbered. The Righteous Alliance pushed forward, their superior numbers giving them a massive advantage. Weapons clashed, sparks flew, and the air was filled with the scent of ozone and blood.
Just as the defense began to crumble and hope seemed lost, a massive Spear whistled through the air, impaling several enemies at once and exploding with spiritual energy.
A figure landed heavily in front of the disciples. It was the Sect Elder, known across the lands as the Spear Master.
"Are you all alright?" the Elder asked, his voice booming like thunder.
"Elder! You're here!" the disciples cried out in relief.
"I received the message and came as fast as I could," the Elder growled, gripping his weapon. "As for you lot—the enemies of our sect—none of you are leaving this mountain alive!"
The Alliance leaders faltered. "Wait... that's the Spear Master! The expert who can level mountains with a single thrust!"
Realizing they couldn't win easily, the attackers crushed a backup jade talisman. A massive portal tore open in the sky, and thousands of Martial Artists began pouring out, flooding the battlefield.
Ming's men watched in horror, their eyes fixed on the Elder. Could even a Spear Master stand against an army of a thousand?