Hangzhou Santai Mountain, Santai Pavilion… the most mysterious organization in the Hongmao and Lantu dimension.
They have existed since the birth of the martial world, holding a disciple recruitment assembly every ten years.
They possess the world's number one treasure, the 'Purity Origin Pearl', and have an immensely profound foundation.
Even the Demonic Sect at its peak could not find their hiding place.
Now…
Countless clues all point towards this mysterious martial arts sanctuary.
Even Hantian's identity has become shrouded in mystery.
"If you dare lie to me, even if I have to search heaven and earth, I, Lantu, will definitely take your life!"
"This lowly one wouldn't dare, wouldn't dare."
Lantu looked at the groveling manager and sighed softly.
It seemed she couldn't help him with the matter of Hantian's mother's necklace.
However…
"In this beast fighting arena, are there any divine medicines that can heal the severely injured?"
Lantu raised an eyebrow and asked solemnly.
At the very least, she had to save Hantian from the brink of death.
"Yes, yes. The boss has many enforcers under him, so he keeps a good supply of high-grade herbs. As long as there's still a breath left, they can be saved."
The manager quickly nodded and hurried towards a spot in the northwest corner.
Lantu nodded, took some miraculous pills and medicines with Niu Xuanfeng, and then swiftly headed to where Hantian was, wanting to treat his injuries immediately.
However, when Lantu pushed open the secret chamber door and looked towards that simple straw mat, her pupils abruptly contracted sharply.
"Hantian... is gone?"
At the same time, on the road leading out of the fighting arena towards Coconut Island,
Hongmao held his sword with one hand, his expression calm as he looked at the two figures before him.
His lips parted slightly, uttering icy words.
"Put that person down, and you can leave."
Hongmao's sharp gaze was fixed on the youth held at the waist by the mysterious man in the white cloak before him.
He wouldn't mistake it.
This figure, this face.
Hantian!!!
That guy who, after he lost all his martial arts, tried take Lantu from him.
The hatred for stealing one's wife is irreconcilable.
Even though he hadn't succeeded yet, for Hongmao, merely harboring such thoughts deserved death.
The current him had long abandoned moral restraints and ethical shackles.
Anyone who displeased him would be killed without exception!
Without a doubt, Hantian was the most hateful among all those who displeased him!
"And if I refuse?"
The white-cloaked man took off his bamboo hat, his face full of disdain.
He was an inner disciple of the Santai Pavilion, a reclusive master whose strength far surpassed that of a school master level.
His internal energy was as vast as rivers, profoundly deep.
If Hongmao still had his martial arts, he would have considered himself capable of fighting him for three hundred rounds.
Let alone now, when Hongmao had lost all his martial arts. Even the Sect Leader had determined it would be impossible for him to return to his peak in this lifetime.
"Then leave your life here along with his."
Hongmao snorted coldly. The Demonic Rainbow Sword in his hand danced, transforming into a sky-devouring azure demonic dragon that charged towards the white-cloaked man's head.
Feeling the overwhelming, vast demonic might, the white-cloaked man's face changed dramatically. He formed hand seals with both hands, hastily using his internal energy for defense.
Boom…
The demonic dragon roared. The terrifying power of the eighth level of the Heavenly Demon's Wild Dance directly pierced through the white-cloaked man's protective internal energy, sending him flying seven or eight meters away.
That white figure tumbled three or four times in the air like a ragged doll before heavily crashing to the ground.
"Pfft…"
The white-cloaked man spat out a mouthful of blood, clutched his chest, and looked at Hongmao with disbelief.
"You... you aren't... how could...?"
'Impossible!'
'The Sect Leader's divination of the heavenly secrets couldn't be wrong.'
'He said that in this life, Hongmao absolutely cannot restore the Changhong internal...'
'Wait!'
The white-cloaked man's eyes froze as he looked at the billowing, profound demonic aura around Hongmao.
He let out a disbelieving, distorted voice.
"You... you didn't restore the Changhong internal arts? You specialized in the Demonic Sect's techniques instead?!"
'So that's how it is! So that's what the heavenly prophecy meant!'
The white-cloaked man laughed miserably, a look of despair on his face.
The azure demonic dragon's baleful energy had entered his body through his chest, completely destroying his meridians.
Even his internal organs were only being supported by a surge of internal energy.
Once his true energy dissipated, he would turn into a pile of flesh and die miserably on the spot.
"As expected of Hongmao, as expected of the one even the Sect Leader praised as 'the unparalleled number one in the world'. Such talent and perseverance are rare even in our Santai Pavilion."
This was Hongmao's strength!
Even after switching to demonic arts, turning from a hero to a demon, he could still shatter his heart meridian with one sword strike, shattering the Sect Leader's plan spanning over a hundred years.
"One question. Answer me, and I'll give you a quick death."
Hongmao instantly moved in front of the white-cloaked man and asked coldly.
"What is your relationship with him?"
The Demonic Rainbow Sword pointed at the unconscious Hantian, his tone growing sharper.
Eliminate the root of the problem...
The more he thought about Hantian's encounter with Lantu, the more it felt like it wasn't a coincidence.
It was as if a hidden hand was behind everything, pushing it all to happen logically.
"He... Hongmao, I advise you not to touch him."
The white-cloaked man glanced at Hantian, took a deep breath, and said sincerely.
"Otherwise, even if you've switched to demonic arts and your strength rivals that of the former Demonic Sect's elders, you will still face certain death."
"Because he, he is, the Santai Pavilion Sect... urgh..."
Tap.
Before he could finish, the white-cloaked man's eyes suddenly contracted, as if he had triggered some terrifying mechanism.
The next second, his entire body was covered by a crystal-clear liquid. The liquid flowed down his skin and flesh, looking extremely gorgeous.
However, beneath this gorgeous, pure liquid, the white-cloaked man's physical body turned into a wisp of green smoke, slowly dissipating between heaven and earth.
Not even a trace remained.
Seeing this, Hongmao frowned deeply.
"Corpse Dissolving Liquid? No, Corpse Dissolving Liquid only works on the dead. He was clearly not dead yet."
'Such a strange poison that turns a living person into green smoke, killing as if painting a picture…'
'Even a divine doctor of Doudou's level would find it extremely difficult to concoct.'
'It seemed this Santai Pavilion hid many secrets I didn't know.'
"But, so what?"
Hongmao drew the Changhong Sword, a cold and ruthless smile curling on his lips.
The Demonic Sect obscured the heavens… he destroyed the Demonic Sect.
The Rat Tribe brought chaos to the world… he pacified the Rat Tribe.
Ten years ago, he could become invincible to protect all living beings under heaven.
Ten years later, he could slaughter all beings to hold his beloved's hand and wander the world with his sword.
Even if this Santai Pavilion had the power to spy on the heavens and seize heavenly abilities…
If they provoked him, they must die!
Swish…
The Demonic Rainbow Sword traced a perfect sword flower in the air and slashed across Hantian's throat.
Blood soaked the earth.
Hantian, his eyes tightly closed, was frozen in that instant.
Hongmao didn't torture him, letting him depart in just one second.
Because, letting a man who coveted Lantu live in this world, even for one second more, made him feel as if sitting on pins and needles, unbearably stifled.
Killing him wasn't because he was heinous and committed countless crimes.
It was because he touched someone he shouldn't have and harbored thoughts he shouldn't have!