The main hall of the Seven Kills Saint Sect is grand and imposing, with sinister demon patterns carved on the black pillars, and a huge blood-colored glazed lamp hanging from the ceiling. The flickering lamplight casts a dark red hue throughout the hall.
At this moment, dozens of Demon Monarchs dressed in various magic robes have gathered here. What should be a solemn and austere meeting place has turned into something like a marketplace due to the clamor of the crowd.
"Where is the Seven Kills Saint Monarch? If he doesn't show up soon, our sect is going to be completely wiped out by that Sword Cultivator!"
A burly Demon Monarch with a fierce face slammed his palm on the stone table in front of him, making the teacup on the table buzz. His eyes were filled with anxiety and discontent, and his voice boomed like thunder.
