The violent wave of air rolled through the bronze hall, causing the ancient structure to tremble violently.
The pillars hummed, reliefs flickered with demonic light, and dust fell like rain.
He stood at the center of it all.
Luke.
Master of the Blackspire Mountains.
Sect Master of the Heavenly Demon Sect.
Only a few days ago, he had successfully stepped into the Perfect Supreme Realm. He had sealed himself beneath the Demon Ancestor Altar, suppressing joy, stabilizing his cultivation, waiting for the day he would announce his breakthrough to everyone.
But now—
All joy had vanished.
Only rage and confusion remained.
"Rules and restrictions exist within the Training Trial Secret Realm," Luke said slowly, his voice heavy and cold.
"Everyone is suppressed to the peak of the Ninth Turn Mahayana."
His brows furrowed deeply.
"Under such conditions… who could possibly kill Luca?"
Luca was not an ordinary disciple.
He was the Holy Son of the Heavenly Demon Sect.
