The Eternal Might of Northern Mount of the Moon Iron Fist Sect
It wasn't a mere name of grandeur.
If the monks of Mount of the Moon unleashed their full killing intent, the resulting calamity would be too horrific to imagine.
The Iron Fist Sect was not merely a collection of monks.
If they designated someone or something as a public enemy, it would be nothing short of a disaster for that entity. And Iron Fist Sect had never, not once in its history, made an unjust public enemy declaration.
Yet among those who had been declared Iron Fist Sect's public enemies, there was one group that had managed to survive without facing annihilation.
The only reason they remained was because no one had ever discovered their true base of operations.
That group was the Bloodshadow Pavilion.
"Master, it has been confirmed. They ascended Mount of the Moon."
"I see... is that so."
"What are your orders?"
