"Demon Hunter Kong."
Xiao Kong's gaze slowly met the Elder who'd spoken.
There was no anger. No acknowledgment. Just a faint, effortless look—cold and indifferent—as if he were observing something small, forgettable, and beneath notice.
The Elder felt his spine tighten.
That glance alone was enough to remind him of the rumors—of the countless demons slain, the sects silenced, the wars ended before they began.
This was not a man one challenged. This was a force. A calamity wearing human skin. And he was none other than Xiao Fang's grandfather.
'How can they be classified as a 2nd Tier sect,' the Elder thought. 'That man alone… could singlehandedly bring a 2nd Tier sect down to their knees.'
If the classifications of a sect could be given based on the strength of a single person, the Heavenly Fate sect would certainly be considered a 3rd-Grade sect. However, one man alone couldn't change the grade of a sect.
