Only now did Sheldon see the larger design.
From the moment the Mystic Sky Sword Sect had marched out, every twist of this bloody conflict had been orchestrated by this young man.
He was a sect master. A Heavenly Immortal powerhouse. Yet, he was tricked by a junior way weaker than him!
Bitterness surged up his throat. He coughed a dark gout of demon blood across the broken stone, his aura flickering like a candle in the wind.
"You have a death wish, boy! lwill tear you apart and refine your soul for a thousand years!" he roared, each word drenched in murderous promise.
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