Central Region.
Imperial Capital.
Inside the outer ring, disciples from the evil sects patrolled the streets with solemn expressions.
Their faces lacked their usual proud glares. A thick, suffocating tension wrapped their bodies like a second skin.
Everything had been going smoothly for their sects, and the imperial capital seemed on the brink of conquest.
But a few days ago, everything changed. Disciples from the ancient forces and smaller factions began to push them back.
What had once been a one-sided battle had become a struggle for life and death.
They had been the ones who did the killing, but now they were the ones being killed.
Every day, thousands of their fellow brothers died at the deadly blades of the righteous force.
"Young Master, what do you think is happening with the ancient clans?" a beautiful young woman asked, staring at the handsome young man who led their group.
Feeling the eyes upon him, the Young Master cleared his throat with a smug expression.
