Published: August 15, 2025
Chapter 95: The Rise of a Fearsome Name
Han Li lifted his head and looked toward the outskirts of the arena. Whether they were from the Seven Mysteries Sect, the wild wolf gang, or other factions, every person was pale and looked at him with eyes full of fear.
It was clear that whether it was collecting flying swords, killing Master Golden Light, or turning dozens of experts including Jia Tianlong to ashes in an instant, these actions showed that Han Li was not only an immortal expert like the dwarf but also ruthless—he was no kind or benevolent person.
Therefore, wherever his gaze fell, everyone quickly lowered their heads to avoid eye contact. No one dared to look him in the eye. At this moment, Han Li was truly feared by all.
“Still not leaving? Do you want me to send you off as well?” Han Li suddenly said coldly toward the wild wolf gang.
His voice was not very loud, but to the thousands gathered on the peak, it was like a thunderclap that immediately threw them into panic.
“Run! If you don’t leave now, he might start burning people again!” someone shouted first.
Immediately, the wild wolf gang and other smaller factions erupted into chaos. Everyone rushed down the mountain as fast as they could, the dark crowd crowding the narrow path at the base of the peak so tightly that no one could get through. Along the way, many were trampled and injured.
After a short while, Sunset Peak became deserted. Except for the disciples of the Seven Mysteries Sect, no one else remained.
Wang Juechu was both surprised and delighted. He hadn’t expected his sect’s crisis to be resolved so easily, not to mention that Jia Tianlong was wiped out in the process. Besides sheer joy, he also felt a twinge of unease.
He knew that since this person could help the Seven Mysteries Sect overcome such a disaster effortlessly with his divine arts, he could just as easily suppress the sect, perhaps even leaving them in a worse state than the wild wolf gang now.
Thinking this, Sect Master Wang’s previously eased mind tightened again, and his eyes involuntarily turned toward the center of the scene.
“Huh! Where is Divine Doctor Han?” Sect Master Wang was quite shocked.
The person he viewed as a great expert and a wild card, Han Li, was no longer in his original spot.
“Has anyone seen Doctor Han?” Wang Juechu quickly asked those around him.
“No idea!”
“Didn’t notice.”
…
Almost everyone shook their heads, unsure. No wonder—everyone had been intimidated by Han Li’s fiery cruelty, and no one dared to keep a close watch on this harbinger of death. With his ghostlike movement technique, disappearing without a trace was an easy feat.
“Stop looking. I just saw this person blend into the crowd going down the mountain. He’s already left Sunset Peak,” a man in gray suddenly said, looking much better in spirit.
“He’s gone down the mountain. Where would he go?” Sect Master Wang smiled bitterly, his expression complex, muttering to himself.
As he scanned the surroundings, his gaze unexpectedly fixed on one person.
Wang Juechu’s eyes suddenly gleamed, and a sly smile curled the corner of his mouth, revealing a cunning look.
At this moment, Li Feiyu, excited by his friend’s sudden rise to an otherworldly expert, was talking with Zhang Xiu’er and unaware that someone had set their sights on him.
Thus, the wild wolf gang and other factions quickly withdrew from Rainbow Cloud Mountain, continuing their escape overnight out of Seven Mysteries Sect’s territory. And since the Seven Mysteries Sect’s senior members, led by Wang Juechu, had also suffered heavy losses, they did not send anyone in pursuit.
For a long time after, both the wild wolf gang and the Seven Mysteries Sect lay low, recuperating.
The convoluted battle between the Seven Mysteries Sect and the wild wolf gang soon spread across thousands of miles, becoming a local legend tinged with immortal and demon elements. It was discussed widely by both the underworld and the righteous, and even ordinary people eagerly retold it as a story that never grew old.