The Wudang Sword Saint was renowned throughout the world. However, he spent his life in extreme paranoia, always feeling that the world owed him far too much. Perhaps even at the moment of his death, he never understood what he truly wanted. Was a thousand years of evasion really worth it?

However, he would no longer ponder these questions, for he was already a dead man.

Ye Fan now held his Wudang Sword. As for the Sword Saint, he had plunged forever into Clear Lake. In the dark, icy depths, he would be tormented by cold and solitude, atoning for all the lives he had taken.

As for Ye Fan, his heart was undisturbed, without even a flicker of pity. He wouldn’t feel the slightest unease even if an extremist like that died a hundred times. On the contrary, he found it deeply satisfying.

The Wudang Sword Saint, one of the hidden masters of his era, had been slain, and the Wudang Sword was now his spoil of war. Otherwise, he would have shattered the blade long ago. The Wudang Sword was a fine blade, still an exceptional weapon even covered in rust. Alas, it never met a worthy master, and its brilliance was doomed to be buried.

Ye Fan put the Wudang Sword away, intending to find it a new master. As for the Wudang Thirty-Six Sword techniques, he destroyed them himself. Such a swordsmanship style, created by such a paranoid man, would surely lead any practitioner down the old path of Demon Possession. He would not allow it to remain in this world and continue to harm people.

Unfortunately, the truth behind the old man’s millennium of seclusion greatly disappointed Ye Fan. It seemed that every era had its share of such selfish cowards. But selfishness wasn’t the worst of it. In truth, the world owed the Wudang Sword Saint nothing; it was merely his own twisted consciousness that made him believe so.

The Wudang Sword Saint was dead, but Ye Fan knew the battle was far from over. His next move would be difficult. Heather had mentioned the Four Great Iron Generals, and they typically operated as a single unit. To strike at one could mean facing a group attack from all of them.

This is going to be a challenging battle. Had I known, I would never have accepted this mission. Now I’ve just brought trouble on myself!

He was at a loss for words, but there was no other option. This was the path he had chosen.

Ye Fan returned to Jiangning. The elimination mission had gone smoothly. He bestowed the sword upon Black Fog who, by merit, deserved such an honor. Black Fog treasured the sword and declared that he would use it to help Ye Fan elevate Heavenly King Hall to new heights.

Ye Fan trusted Black Fog’s character completely. Others might betray Heavenly King Hall, but Black Fog never would. If he had ever intended to, he wouldn’t have waited until now.

Just as he was about to get detailed information on the Four Great Iron Generals from Heavenly King Hall, a major event shook the underworld. A group of young Martial Artists calling themselves the Dominators had appeared, shattering the peace. This time, they had come out for "training," and they held the underworld in utter contempt.

"What exactly is going on?" Ye Fan asked Heaven’s Remnant.

"The details are in," Heaven’s Remnant replied. "This group of young Martial Artists comes from a small pocket world, one they call the ’Dominator World’! They’ve emerged from that place, proclaiming their disregard for both the human Secular World and the underworld!"

"I see," Ye Fan said. "Where are they now?"

"They’ve set up an arena on Yue Mountain," Heaven’s Remnant answered. "They’ve sworn to defeat every Martial Artist in the underworld and won’t leave until they do. Moreover, they’ve already issued a challenge to Heavenly King Hall and said that you, Chief..."

Heaven’s Remnant faltered, not daring to continue.

"Stop mincing words. Spit it out," Ye Fan said.

"They said you’re nothing but a frog in a well," Heaven’s Remnant said hurriedly. "And that if you dare to show your face, they’ll break both your legs!"

Ye Fan was instantly enraged. "Very well," he declared, his voice cold. "Just a bunch of short-sighted, second-generation martial artists. To think they’d dare make such threats. It seems I have no choice but to take action!"

He was furious. How dare people from some hidden pocket world presume to act superior in his presence? And worse, how dare they call their world the "Dominator World"? Who gave them such audacity? Ye Fan announced he would go to Yue Mountain and personally deal with this brood of runts. Although they were older than him, in his eyes, they were nothing more than juniors.

Heaven’s Remnant felt helpless. His chief was renowned globally as an undefeated champion. It was inevitable that he would be angered by those who dared to humiliate him so brazenly.

"Chief," Heaven’s Remnant added, "weren’t you investigating the Four Great Iron Generals? As it happens, these people are their descendants!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Fan’s interest was immediately piqued. If he could topple their descendants, his expulsion plan could proceed smoothly. It seemed everything was falling right into his lap.

Excellent. Perhaps a trip to Yue Mountain would be a good choice after all.

"Then I’ll make the trip," he said.

***

Yue Mountain, a renowned and sacred peak in the Divine Land, was considered one of its dragon veins and was not to be defiled. It had always been an ideal, tranquil place for Martial Cultivators. This time, however, was an exception. A group of young Martial Artists claiming to be "Dominators" had set up an arena here.

Many Martial Artists, unable to bear the humiliation, had already come to challenge them. But they were all defeated and had their martial arts crippled. The people of the underworld could only seethe with a rage they dared not voice, for the strength of these young Martial Cultivators was terrifying.

Today, Ye Fan arrived.

To the underworld’s Martial Artists, the arrival of the King of Heaven was a godsend, for he was a man known for working miracles. From the very beginning, he had vanquished top-tier experts. He later fought against powers like the Mo Sect, the Divine Dragon, and the European Church Court. Was his own strength truly as great as theirs? The answer was no. They knew the King of Heaven was an expert who forged his path by creating one miracle after another. Now, these powerful young cultivators had targeted him, a clear sign of their contempt.

However, with so many opponents, they still couldn’t predict the winner. Even so, they placed their hopes on the King of Heaven. After all, a victory for him would, at the very least, allow them to vent their frustrations. These young Martial Artists were too arrogant. This was no way to "train" in the underworld.

On Yue Mountain, a man with a sinister gaze and formidable strength easily defeated a challenger, taunting him mercilessly until the man fainted from pure rage.

He sneered, "So this is the secular underworld? Our elders told us not to cause trouble when we came here. But in such a pathetic place, who dares to step forward and fight? As far as the eye can see, there’s no one. How boring!"

"Hahaha, exactly! The legends don’t match reality. This place is pathetic. Let’s just challenge the strongest fighters in this world to come here."

"Then I myself will crush them one by one and let them know the meaning of defeat! The meaning of humiliation! Hahaha!"

The young Martial Artists roared with arrogant laughter. And why not? They had the capital to be arrogant. After all, back in their own world, they had yet to meet a worthy opponent.