Chapter 201: The World Against the Sect

The wind that swept across the peaks of the Dao Sect carried not the scent of pine and spiritual herbs, but the cold, metallic tang of war. Below the sect’s grand mountain gate, a seemingly endless sea of soldiers and cultivators had assembled, a suffocating blanket of steel and killing intent that choked the very spiritual energy of the heavens and earth. Banners snapped violently in the gale, each one representing a power that could make the world tremble. The golden dragon of the Human Dynasty,...