Yang Ying felt her body slipping from her control. She wanted to rise from her seat, but a large hand took hold of hers. Suddenly, the disorienting feeling vanished.
Wang Meng glared at the Soul Refining Ghost Ancestor. 'Damn it,' he thought. 'The world outside the Holy Hall is far more complicated than I imagined. The Ten Thousand Demons Sect is unbelievably arrogant.'
"Second, the Celestial Demon Sect Leader of my Ten Thousand Demons Sect has broken through to the Great Perfection realm and is now advancing toward the Supreme Heavenly Dao. In one year, we will hold the Ten Thousand Demons Conference at the Ten Thousand Demons Sect, and we invite the leaders of every sect and school to attend!"
The Soul Refining Ghost Ancestor's tone was not an invitation, but a command.
But this news was enough to shock the entire Small Thousand World. The fourth Sect Leader had been born.
