Chapter 532 — The Fall of the Xuantian Sacred Sect
Hangzhou Prefecture. Before the sacred mountain gate of the Xuantian Sacred Sect.
The air shuddered without warning.
A long tear split open across the sky, as though celestial silk were being ripped apart. Twelve terrifying forces—each the ruling hegemon of a region—stepped out from the rift, their arrival warping the heavens themselves.
The disciples guarding the mountain gate froze for a heartbeat, shocked by the spatial storm that swept across the clouds. When their eyes adjusted, they saw a dozen figures descending from the broken void, their every step heavy enough to make the earth groan.
Yet the disciples still mustered their courage and shouted, voices ringing sharply across the stone steps:
"Who goes there? State your purpose in trespassing the sacred grounds of the Xuantian Sacred Sect!"
