The Sword Demon moved swiftly, obliterating any obstacle in his path. Blood stained the ground as creatures from various races fell before him.
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**At the Quinlan Sect:**
A gathering of powerful auras converged at the entrance as a woman sat in meditation, cross-legged. She slowly opened her eyes.
"Enter, Elders," she spoke softly.
"Yes, Sect Master," echoed several voices as aged men and women stepped into the chamber, one after another.
"It's about the Peak Master, the Sword Demon. What happened? I thought he was laying low," an elder woman asked, concern lacing her tone. The others nodded in agreement.
"He was—until something happened," the Sect Master replied, her face betraying little emotion. Sword Demon was a formidable Rank 2 being, and his sudden anger signified something serious. Someone had touched a nerve.
"What are your orders, Sect Master?" an elderly man inquired.
