Far beyond the heavy clouds that smothered the Chong estate, the group of the strongest fighters from all five spirit families was approaching the invisible boundary that had divided the spirit mountain for ages.
For generations, neither side had crossed it. Neither alone nor in a group. But now....
Four had already crossed it. And they didn't just cross it. They had forced the other side to do the same.
At the very front stood Hueng Long. His long robes fluttered in the night wind, eyes sharp, unwavering. Beside him were the patriarchs and peak experts of the other four Spirit Families — the Rui, Zhong, Lian, and Dao. All of them were martial sovereigns.
Behind them...
Six more martial sovereigns. Each family had brought two. Only the Long Family had three.
Behind the Sovereigns stood rows of Martial Emperors. Then Martial Saints. The lineup stretched like a living wall of power.
