Somewhere far away:
Malachi, a man with red hair and black eyes looked at 14 of his peers, equal beings at the eighth stage. They all assembled to discuss the upcoming Martial Arts Summit. If Elmer had seen them, he would have recognized them from the day the portal to the secret realm of the Bloodthirst Sect was opened.
"Why should we go in such a roundabout way to fight the righteous sects? We are evil sects, we should just kill whomever we want to kill, and conquer the places we want to conquer!"
A burly man with short white hair raised his voice. His face was quite memorable as cultivators with short hair were relatively rare. On the sleeve of his robes was the symbol of a roaring bear.
"Because most of us aren't a bunch of vulgar animals like you. There are more sophisticated ways to manage warfare than storming in and killing," An elegant feminine figure with light makeup and flowing pink hair scolded.
