Chapter 5777

“Paxton, the Myriad Souls Demon Sect has swaggered through level ten for years.” Jared’s gaze cut toward the sect master. “Surely they’ve collected mortal rivals-people who resent every breath they take. Which force clashes with their profits most, matches their strength, and keeps the peace only because neither side can quite crush the other?”

Paxton blinked, momentarily caught off guard, then fell into stony contemplation.

At Paxton’s side, Bartram suddenly stiffened, eyes flaring like someone glimpsing dawn after a night without end.

“There is there is!” He lumbered forward, voice tight with excitement. “The Infinite Soul Demon Sect’s arrogance has birthed enemies everywhere, yet none hates them more, or stands nearer their level, than the Mystic Sky Sword Sect!”

Jared arched an eyebrow. “Mystic Sky Sword Sect?”

A faint, intrigued smile touched his mouth. The single word from him felt like a spark against tinder.

“Yes! Their peaks lie in the Myriad Sword Mountains,” Paxton continued, voice now quick with purpose. “The Myriad Beast Mountains, Blood-scar Plains, and the Myriad Sword Mountains form three prongs of one great trident. The sword sect cultivators walk a path of blazing righteousness, their techniques forged from the purest, hottest positive energy.