In a mountain forest, so deep it appeared almost black from a distance, an expanse of golden rooftops suddenly materialized, like a blazing sun piercing the darkness.
A sacred and solemn aura inspired reverence.
This was the Ancestral Court of the Demon Hunters.
Today, the Ancestral Court was particularly bustling.
The chieftains of all three lineages and eleven clans of the Demon Hunters were present.
"You all can hide if you want. If the Witch Race dares cross Celestial Vault Mountain, I'll take them on. And nobody will be getting off easy."
The chieftain of the Celestial Halberd Clan, part of the Demon-Seeking Lineage, was the most hot-tempered of all.
An old crone to the side glanced at the Celestial Halberd Clan's chieftain. "Just you? The Witch Race wouldn't feel a thing even if your entire clan was wiped out."
"You old hag!"
The Celestial Halberd Clan's chieftain glared at the old crone, his eyes bulging like copper bells.
