“Damn! I’ll fight you to the death!” Stout roared, raising his hand as if to charge forward.
“Come back!” However, just as he took a few steps, Billy grabbed the back of his clothes and pulled him back.
“Boss, don’t stop me, I’ll fight them!” Stout danced around, showing a desperate posture.
“Stout, don’t be reckless, listen to boss!” Night Orchid also looked at Stout and said, “Going up there is futile, don’t make unnecessary sacrifices!”
“Fine…” Stout slumped.
“Godfrey Hargraves, you old bastard, daring to have killing intent towards the young master of Ether Mountain, you’re really living on borrowed time!” At this moment, a male voice echoed in the valley.
At the same time the voice sounded, a chilling blade aura, accompanied by a strong death aura, shot towards the black-robed old man like a fleeting white horse, disappearing in an instant.
“Sweeping Demon Blade Technique?!”
Recognizing this blade technique halfway through, the black-robed old man’s pupils instantly shrank to the size of wheat grains, his face filled with intense fear. Without much thought, he quickly dodged to the side. However, the strength of the newcomer was obviously above him, and coupled with the sudden attack, he had nowhere to escape.
After the blade aura passed, the black-robed old man’s figure came to an abrupt stop, as if he had been acupunctured, standing still on the spot.
“Are you Sweeping Demon Swordsman?!” After a long while, the black-robed old man looked towards the direction behind Billy and spoke with difficulty.
“You… You’re alive. And… you even went to Ether Mountain?”
Hearing his words, the gray-robed old man and Theobold, as well as the Grand Elder, all sucked in a cold breath, their pupils shrinking in fear.
A person’s reputation preceded them, and just the title of Sweeping Demon Swordsman was enough to make them panic.
Sweeping Demon Swordsman had become famous more than thirty years ago, and no one knoew where he came from or who his master was. When he first emerged, armed with a large broadsword, he stirred up the entire martial world, causing a great commotion. In his debut year, he used his broadsword to overthrow notorious families and sects in the ancient martial world, creating a sensation. It was said that more than thirty years ago, he had already reached the level of a First-Rank Sovereign, making it difficult for ordinary first-class forces to contend with him. In the first few years of his debut, dozens of sects, large and small, were overturned by him. During those years, any sect that knew it had a stain on its record was in constant fear, worrying that Sweeping Demon Swordsman would show up one day.
Later, several top-ranking first-class sects, fearing that Sweeping Demon Swordsman would eventually come for them, secretly conspired and spent a huge sum of money to hire experts from a super sect to deal with him.
It happened on a certain day more than twenty years ago. Sweeping Demon Swordsman was ambushed by four Sovereign experts sent by the super sects at the edge of a cliff. The battle was earth-shattering, and the powerful martial aura within a radius of tens of kilometers made the martial artists in the vicinity tremble.
However, no one knew the outcome of that battle. Because, after a day and night of fierce battle, all five of them disappeared without a trace, as if they had vanished from this planet. There were rumors in the martial world that there were two possibilities. First, all five fell into the thousand-meter cliff, their bones shattered. Second, all five mutually perished, self-destructing. Whichever possibility it was, since then, no one in the martial world had seen Sweeping Demon Swordsman again.
“Even an old man like you hasn’t died. How could I possibly die!” The man’s voice sounded again.
Following that, two figures entered the field of vision of Billy and the others. One of them was Adam Greenleaf, and the other looked to be in his fifties. His actual age was unknown. With a square face, thick eyebrows, and a burly figure, he carried a large broadsword forged from mysterious iron on his shoulder. The blade emitted a dense cold aura.
“Young Master!” The two of them came to Billy’s side, and Adam greeted first.
“I am the Outer Court Chief of Ether Mountain, Fabian Mills, pays respects to the Young Master!” Fabian Mills bowed to Billy.
“Young Master, sorry for the delay on the way. Please forgive me!”
“Uncle Fabian, you’re being too polite!” After nodding to Adam, Billy smiled at Fabian Mills and said, “Thanks for making a special trip, Uncle Fabian!”
As Night Orchid had guessed, Billy had made preparations early on. He hadn’t reached the point where he thought he could overthrow a super sect with just himself and a few of them. At least at this stage, it wasn’t possible.
So, back in the Ancient City, Billy had already discussed his arrangements with Adam, who knew how to handle it.
Fabian Mills had a significant background. He was the Chief of the Outer Court of Ether Mountain and had personal strength that could rank in the top ten of Ether Mountain. Adam Greenleaf invited him down the mountain to ensure Billy’s safety. With Fabian’s strength, no one in Sky-Quaking Daoist Sect could rival him.
“Young Master, I was feeling bored in Ether Mountain, so I came down the mountain for a stroll.” Fabian smiled and said, “First, let’s deal with these small fries from Sky-Quaking Daoist Sect!”
“Okay!” Billy also smiled and nodded.
“Godfrey Hargraves, among the four people who ambushed me more than twenty years ago, one of them was the so-called Supreme Venerable Elder of your Sky-Quaking Daoist Sect, right?” Fabian Mills continued, looking at the black-robed old man.
“Right, just like me, none of those four have met their end. Do you want to know where they ended up?”
“What… what do you mean?” The black-robed elder exerted the last bit of his true energy and uttered a few words once again.
“They are all currently residing in Snowy Prison inside Ether Mountain, on the Ether Mountain’s summit!” Fabian Mills said with a faint smile.
Snowy Prison, as the name suggests, was located on the mountainside of the icy Ether Mountain, serving as a prison. The prison was not only the most chilling place in Glavale but also one of the world’s four most renowned prisons. As for how many people were incarcerated in Snowy Prison and who they were, even Billy was not clear. During his years on Ether Mountain, he only visited once. That time, he almost couldn’t make it out, and it was Adam Greenleaf who went in and brought him out after receiving the news. Since then, the old master ordered that any people of Ether Mountain should not approach within ten kilometers of Snowy Prison.
“Your… your meaning is that twenty years ago, it was… the people from Ether Mountain who intervened to save you…” After the black-robed elder finished speaking, he could no longer hold on, and with a thud, his legs knelt down. Following that, a bloodline emerged from his chest, extending all the way to his waist, and a large amount of fresh blood gushed out. He struggled to lift his head and look at Fabian Mills, wanting to say something more. But after opening his mouth, he couldn’t produce a sound. His head drooped, pupils rapidly dilated, and he immediately lost his breath.
The last surviving monster of Sky-Quaking Daoist Sect, a powerhouse in the late-stage of the Third-Rank Sovereign realm, officially fell.