The plain before the Eternal Night Sect (formerly Azure Cloud) was a vast killing field.
On one side, the Righteous Alliance: 15,000 cultivators, shining with gold and white light. On the other, the Eternal Night Army: 8,000 Devils, assassins, and mutants, shrouded in darkness.
Jian Wushuang floated at the front of his army. He held a massive, ornate greatsword—the Heaven-Splitter (Main Body).
Mo Tian floated opposite him, sitting on a throne made of black Qi.
"Mo Tian!" Jian Wushuang shouted. "Your tricks end here! Surrender, and I will grant you a swift death!"
"Jian Wushuang," Mo Tian replied, his voice amplified by the darkness. "You brought me a gift. Is that the sword?"
"This sword will sever your head!"
"KILL!"
Both armies charged.
It was a collision of light and dark. Spells exploded. Bodies were torn apart.
Xue Yao found the Violet Sword Leader (the new one) and engaged him in a duel of brutality vs. speed.
Yan Luo commanded the defensive arrays from the walls, raining down arrows of light upon her former allies.
But the real battle was in the sky.
Jian Wushuang charged at Mo Tian.
"Heavenly Severance!"
He swung the Heaven-Splitter. A beam of sword light, capable of cutting a mountain in half, slashed toward Mo Tian.
Mo Tian didn't move.
The Nascent Soul Puppet stepped forward.
"Palm of the Azure Sky!"
The puppet unleashed the signature move of the old Sect Master. A giant wind palm collided with the sword light.
BOOM!
The sky cracked.
"That technique..." Jian Wushuang's eyes widened. "That's... Sect Master Azure Cloud? You turned him into a puppet?!"
"Recycling," Mo Tian grinned.
"You possess no humanity!" Jian Wushuang roared, his fury spiking. "Die!"
He engaged the puppet. Even as a corpse, the old Sect Master was a Nascent Soul entity. He fought Jian Wushuang to a standstill.
Mo Tian watched, analyzing.
"Jian Wushuang is strong. The puppet can hold him, but not kill him. The sword protects him."
Suddenly, a System Alert screamed.
[WARNING: High-Speed Object Approaching.] [Signature: Chaotic / Solar / Devil.]
Mo Tian looked to the West.
A black meteor smashed into the flank of the Righteous Alliance army.
CRASH!
Hundreds of Righteous disciples were incinerated by black fire.
A figure stood in the crater. Ye Chen.
He looked monstrous. His skin was red, his hair white. He radiated a chaotic energy that was neither Righteous nor Villainous. It was pure Hate.
"Mo Tian!" Ye Chen screamed, ignoring the Righteous disciples he just killed. "I found you!"
"Ye Chen?" Jian Wushuang looked down, confused. "He is attacking us? But he is a disciple of Azure Cloud!"
"I am the Eclipse!" Ye Chen roared. He launched himself into the sky, aiming straight for Mo Tian.
"A three-way dance," Mo Tian laughed, standing up from his Qi throne. "Perfect."
He drew the Horizon Sword.
"Come, Hero! Come, Saint! Let's see who eats whom!"
Mo Tian engaged Ye Chen.
Clang!
Ye Chen's strength was terrifying. He pushed Mo Tian back.
"You ruined me!" Ye Chen screamed, swinging wildly.
"I improved you!" Mo Tian countered, parrying with elegant precision.
Below them, the armies slaughtered each other. Above them, the kings fought for the crown of the world.
And in the shadows, waiting for the moment of weakness... Mo Tian's true trap was waiting to spring.