With the unique forces and circumstances within the Ruins, who would quietly and stealthily become the Master of the Ruins?
Thinking of this possibility, Fang Xing couldn't help but shiver as if envisioning an ominous prospect!
Even during his ten years in the mortal realm, he had often heard of the Supreme Dao Lineage being established in the Northern Territory, aligning with the Demon Land and the Four Seas Alliance, becoming a colossal force. It was impossible for them to be quietly obliterated or for someone to usurp them. So, this left only one possibility: the Ruins willingly surrendered to someone...
Who on earth could possess such power?
"Old Demon, you bastard, Young Master trusts you, but if you dare play tricks on me, I'll kill you..."
Fang Xing's heart burned with rage, his teeth clenched unconsciously.
Facing this group of white-clad cultivators who were clearly close attendants of the "Lord of the Ruins," Fang Xing showed no mercy in his attack.
