Holy Fist
Chapter 581 - 291 The Beginning of the Melee_2

Chapter 581: 291 The Beginning of the Melee_2

"Ghost Mask, remember to fulfill your promise."

"The Void Crystal of my Evil Ghost Court isn’t so easily obtained."

The man in sunglasses suddenly spoke up, his deep voice echoing in the car.

"Rest assured, Senior Luo Sha."

"This time, I just need to get what I want from the Eternal Sleep Sect. As soon as I return to the Netherworld Martial Arts Hall, I will attempt a breakthrough. With the Void Crystal you’ve given me, plus my four to five years of accumulation, success is the only outcome, not failure! If everything goes right, after the breakthrough, I will leverage my foundation to leap directly past the early Sect Leader Realm. By then, when I announce the establishment of the Netherworld Martial Arts Hall, I can certainly create a formidable reputation in a short time..."

Ghost Mask responded, seemingly having emerged from the shadow of defeat. His tone was rising slightly, suggesting a state of brimming confidence.

"It’s a pity you didn’t win the championship of the Eastern Dark World Martial Arts Competition. Otherwise, you could have announced the establishment of the Netherworld Martial Arts Hall right after defeating your opponent in the final tournament. That kind of momentum is irreplaceable now..."

Luo Sha said with some regret.

Ghost Mask fell silent for a moment, and the atmosphere grew somber before he spoke again.

"By the way, are you planning to capture Bai Xiao alive?"

Luo Sha nodded.

"Then you should be careful when you encounter him. I have personally fought with him, and he is probably not as simple as you think, Senior. Although you are in the Sect Leader Realm and can indeed defeat Bai Xiao, capturing him alive will be much more difficult. Bai Xiao is essentially one of the strongest under the Sect Leader level. Especially his robust Physique and overwhelming Qi-Blood, capturing him alive won’t be easy. Senior Luo Sha should adjust your expectations..."

Ghost Mask warned, based on his own firsthand experience.

"Heh, don’t worry."

Luo Sha let out a low chuckle, followed by a confident statement.

"Coincidentally, I also excel in Horizontal Training."

"I will suppress him at his strongest and capture him alive!"

...

At 6 o’clock in the evening, under a moonlit sky dotted with stars, wisps of fog drifted in the air.

The Eternal Sleep Resort was in total darkness, with not a single light shining.

It had been abandoned by the Eternal Sleep Sect.

All the Cult Members had withdrawn to the Mountain Villa, as tonight was an extremely crucial night. The Vice Sect Hierarch of the Yongnian Sect, who was always elusive, appeared brazenly today at the sect headquarters.

The Eternal Sleep Sect headquarters was located about three kilometers from the seaside resort.

As night fell, darkness enveloped the world in its embrace. The waves tirelessly lapped against the shore, creating rhythmic sounds like whispering with the sea breeze. The moonlight, like spilled mercury, poured onto the sea surface, causing the water to glimmer and undulate with the waves. Mountains rose by the shore, their dark silhouettes cutting into the night sky, their outlines harsh, and their dense verdure obstructing the moonlight.

At the foot of the mountain lay a vast Mountain Villa. Its geometric-shaped buildings were arranged in a stylish and simple manner. Inside, the lights were bright, with occasional shadows passing by. The inhabitants, dressed in heavy robes, patrolled silently and calmly.

From a bird’s-eye view, one would notice:

Around the perimeter of the Mountain Villa, modern concrete walls could be seen, adorned with metal decorations and glass glistenings. The closer to the interior of the mountains, the more ancient the renovations appeared to be. Especially the innermost section, it was a complete piece of ancient architecture. Carvings were blurred, heavily weathered, and the patterns on the buildings were indiscernible. Yet it was barely distinguishable as a religious edifice. The wood was rotting, and the paint on the plants had faded.

Under the moonlight.

One after another, figures cloaked in long robes and holding torches appeared here. Their attire differed in color from that of most others in the Mountain Villa; even the lowest ranks draped in black robes represented special-grade Hypnotists. In addition, there were three figures in golden robes, unmistakably the three great bishops of the Eternal Sleep Sect.

The reason there were three.

Was because Bai Xiao had killed a golden-robed bishop.

And in the very front, under the escort of numerous black and golden robes.

A figure in a red robe took large strides forward, slowly removing his hood, revealing an aged visage. This man was none other than the Vice Sect Hierarch of the Eternal Sleep Sect!

Zuo Ming.

He wore a scarlet robe that flamed like fire dancing in tranquility. Intricate golden embroidery on the robe glimmered under the dim torchlight, as if it were recounting the ancient history of the Eternal Sleep Sect.

The elder was lean but stood straight as a rod, each step he took was firm and strong, resonating across the empty space. His face was etched with the marks of age, wrinkles crisscrossing like ravines, yet it couldn’t mask the sharpness and depth in his eyes. Beneath a proud nose, thin lips pressed into a straight line, exuding unquestionable authority. A head of silver hair neatly tied back added to his imposing aura.

From a distance, he exuded a mysterious aura, like the mist on a high mountain, elusive and unfathomable. From behind, the golden and black robed Death Sleep Masters cast glances of reverence but dared not approach too closely, as though he was a messenger from another world, possessing a transcendental power.

The Vice Sect Hierarch of the Eternal Sleep Sect, Zuo Ming, commanded awe.

All Cult Members, retreat to the Mountain Villa; this night is of utmost importance. The Vice Sect Hierarch of the Yongnian Sect has long been as elusive as a dragon, seen in head but not in tail.

But today, he made his bold entrance at the headquarters of the sect.

The headquarters of the Eternal Sleep Sect, about three kilometers from the seaside resort.

Night falls, the boundless darkness embracing the world. The ceaseless waves lap at the shore in a rhythmic hush, as if whispering with the sea breeze. Moonlight cascades onto the sea’s surface, with glimmering waves undulating alongside. Mountains stand tall beside the sea, reduced to mere black silhouettes in the night, their rugged contours and lush greenery shrouded in moonlight.

At the foot of the mountain, a sprawling villa estate sprawls. Geometrically shaped structures scatter across the land, simple yet stylish. Inside, lights shine brightly, and figures in thick robes patrol in silence and calm.

If one were to view from above.

They would observe that the villa is encircled by modern concrete walls, with visible metallic decorations and the sheen of glass. However, moving inward towards the mountain, the decor becomes increasingly ancient. Especially in the innermost area, it is entirely an ancient structure. The carvings are blurred, weather-worn so much that the patterns on the structures are scarcely discernible. But it could just be made out that this was a religious building, wooden beams decayed, the pigment of the plant-based paint faded.

Under the moonlight.

One after another, figures cloaked in long robes and holding torches appeared here. Their attire differed in color from that of most others in the Mountain Villa; even the lowest ranks draped in black robes represented special-grade Hypnotists. In addition, there were three figures in golden robes, unmistakably the three great bishops of the Eternal Sleep Sect.

The reason there were three.

Was because Bai Xiao had killed a golden-robed bishop.

And in the very front, under the escort of numerous black and golden robes.

A figure in a red robe took large strides forward, slowly removing his hood, revealing an aged visage. This man was none other than the Vice Sect Hierarch of the Eternal Sleep Sect!

Zuo Ming.

He wore a scarlet robe that flamed like fire dancing in tranquility. Intricate golden embroidery on the robe glimmered under the dim torchlight, as if it were recounting the ancient history of the Eternal Sleep Sect.

The elder was lean but stood straight as a rod, each step he took was firm and strong, resonating across the empty space. His face was etched with the marks of age, wrinkles crisscrossing like ravines, yet it couldn’t mask the sharpness and depth in his eyes. Beneath a proud nose, thin lips pressed into a straight line, exuding unquestionable authority. A head of silver hair neatly tied back added to his imposing aura.

From a distance, he exuded a mysterious aura, like the mist on a high mountain, elusive and unfathomable. From behind, the golden and black robed Death Sleep Masters cast glances of reverence but dared not approach too closely, as though he was a messenger from another world, possessing a transcendental power.

The Vice Sect Hierarch of the Eternal Sleep Sect, Zuo Ming, commanded awe.