Northern Border of the Great Qin Empire, Red Maple Mountain located in the central area.

The mountain is covered with red maple trees, their leaves as fiery as flames, dyeing the entire mountain crimson. From a distance, it resembles a blazing flame burning between heaven and earth.

On the mountain peak, under an ancient, towering red maple tree, two figures stand facing each other.

"Sword Master, I'm not sure why you invited me here. What's the matter?"

The Daoist, exuding an ethereal aura with a golden glow flickering between his brows, looked at the Sword Master of Shushan and asked lightly.

The Daoist was quite puzzled. Although they were both top talents among the human race's major forces, they were more like mere acquaintances.

Yet, the other party had specially sent an invitation to the Celestial Dao Sect, inviting him in such a formal manner, leaving him unsure of what the matter was.

The Sword Master was a young man with a lean build, starry brows, and sword-like eyes. He wore tight-fitting clothes with an immortal sword at his waist, emitting a sharp aura all over.

At first glance, it gives the impression that standing there is not a real person, but a divine sword emitting a fierce sword light.

"Daoist, don't rush, wait a while, there are others who haven't arrived yet."

The Sword Master untied the wine gourd from his waist, took a sip, and looked at the Daoist with hidden sharpness in his eyes, smiling.

"Others?"

The Daoist furrowed his brows.

What on earth is this Sword Master up to?

Originally, he thought he was the only one invited, but now it seems that the host must have invited quite a few people.

What are they plotting...

Just as the Daoist frowned and was about to ask.

Woosh!

Outside the mountain, a stream of black light swiftly approached the peak, rolling with black energy and glowing with blood light, resembling a great demon in motion!

"Saint Son?"

At first glance at the black light, the Daoist recognized the other party, and his expression changed at once.

Immediately, the Daoist redirected his gaze to the Sword Master, with deep eyes, wondering what this guy is really up to?

Not only did he invite himself, but also the Saint Son, indicating that he might also have invited the Buddha's Son from Little Leiyin Temple.

Boom!

The black stream of light carrying endless black energy and blood light finally landed, the ground shook violently, the light dissipated, revealing the form of the Saint Son.

The Saint Son was a robust figure draped in a black robe embroidered with blood clouds, with a fierce black mask covering his face, revealing only his eyes.

"Hehe, gentlemen, I'm not late, am I?"

"Speaking of which, Brother Sword Master, when you invited me, you didn't mention that the Three Eyes would come either?"

The voice of the Saint Son came from beneath the mask, very hoarse.

"Hmph, I didn't expect a demon brat like you would come either!"

The Daoist's expression turned cold as he replied in an unsatisfied manner.

Next to them, the Sword Master felt helpless. Both the Saint Son and the Daoist found each other extremely irksome.

When he invited them, he naturally did not tell either that the other would come.

Otherwise, both of them might not have shown up.

"Hahaha~ What's the matter, Little Bull Nose, don't you find me annoying, come on, take me down?"

The Saint Son burst into a wild laugh, taunting the Daoist.

"You..."

The Daoist glared at him, his aura suddenly bursting forth, and the golden light between his brows flickered slightly.

"Heh, others may fear you, but I do not. Come on, let me see what you're made of?"

Although saying this, the Saint Son's expression did not change, lightly laughing as he spoke.

Meanwhile, the Saint Son's body surged with blood qi, exuding a primitive aura.

"Gentlemen, calm down, this is not the time to duel. I have invited you here for a serious discussion!"

The Sword Master, a bit exasperated, flashed to stand between the two, speaking solemnly.

Upon hearing this, both the Daoist and the Saint Son restrained their auras, focusing their eyes on the Sword Master with curiosity.

"Sword Master, what exactly is the matter? What could have prompted you to call us here? Your strength isn't weak. Could there really be something in the Great Qin Empire that's troubling you?"

The Saint Son, having completely retracted his aura, examined the Sword Master with a look of doubt.

"This..."

The Sword Master wasn't unwilling to speak, but because not everyone had arrived just yet.

And just then, the sound of chanting resounded from outside the mountain, and a golden lotus, glimmering with golden light, flew towards the peak.

Buddha's Son!

Gazing at the figure clad in moon-white robes on the golden lotus, the Saint Son's eyes shifted.

"Amitabha, Fellow Daoists, this Monk greets you!"

The Buddha's Son, with his feet on the golden lotus, slowly descended with a faint smile, hands pressed together, speaking softly.

"Haha, Brother Buddha's Son, you've arrived just in time; now everyone is finally here."

The Sword Master laughed heartily.

"I wonder, Sword Master, what is the reason for inviting this Monk here?"

The Buddha's Son kept his smile unchanged and inquired.

The other two also directed their gazes at the Sword Master, and with their top four celestial pride list talents gathered, the plot of the other party was certainly not small.

"Everyone, you should be aware of the Celestial Pride List recently; presently, the fame of us four has spread throughout the Great Qin Empire.

However, there are still many controversies over the strength rankings.

It just so happens that the demon tribe is currently wreaking havoc on the human race, requiring a strong countermeasure.

I propose that on the basis of slaying demons and evil beings, we have a demon-slaying contest, using the results of this contest as factual evidence for the Celestial Pride List rankings, what do you think?"

The Sword Master no longer concealed his intentions and laid out his thoughts openly.

"Demon-slaying contest?"

The Daoist was taken aback, a flicker of movement in his eyes.

"Interesting, interesting, a demon-slaying contest?

Originally, I had no interest in the Celestial Pride List rankings, but now after hearing Sword Master Brother's proposal, I do find it intriguing.

Great, great, let's see who can kill more demons."

The Saint Son's eyes lit up at the words, showing great interest without hesitation, agreeing immediately.

"Amitabha, Sword Master Brother, this Monk has no attachment to the Celestial Pride List rankings and is willing to remain below the three of you. Regarding the demon-slaying contest, pray forgive this Monk for being unable to participate."

The Buddha's Son displayed an attitude of detachment, directly withdrawing.

Regarding rankings, he truly didn't care.

"Since that's the case, I won't compel you!"

Seeing the Buddha's Son was willing to rank last, what else could the Sword Master say?

"A demon-slaying contest is a fine idea, a great opportunity to suppress the demon clan's momentum and let them know that the land of the Great Qin Empire belongs to the human race!"

After a moment of silence, the Daoist spoke out, his eyes flashing with a sharp glint.

"Since it's a demon-slaying contest, naturally we need a target, Sword Master Brother, you think…"

"…"

Meanwhile, under operations from the Ten Thousand Beasts Hall, they lay low, but the reputation of Tiger King Ridge kept growing, showing signs of becoming the top force among the demon tribes.

After some discussion, all agreed to first target the well-known demon force Tiger King Ridge within the Great Qin Empire.

Imperial Capital.

Upon receiving the news, Director Lin's expression changed, urgently summoning Assistant Zhang over.

"Quick, send someone to persuade those celestial talents, the depths of Thunder Tiger King are unfathomable; for the time being, it's best not to provoke it!"

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