Xia Ming appeared, hands behind his back, a serious expression on his face. He glanced at the disciples gathered in the plaza, a slight smirk forming at the corner of his mouth.

He couldn't believe that when push came to shove, the other Five Great Clans could truly stand by and do nothing. After all, these disciples were the descendants of the Five Great Clans.

Now, the Demon Lord Yimo had previously taken out his heart's blood and was severely weakened. ...