Pitch Black Darkness

Hui Yue strode towards the pillar behind which the oldest martial brother was standing, and although the many Saints noticed his movements, no one tried to stop him. The oldest martial brother was the strongest of them while Hui Yue was a mere Emperor. How could their brother need help? Even with his overdraft of energy, just a simple slap should be able to beat this arrogant Emperor into submission.

Although they were slightly startled as they saw the black whip in Hui Yue’s hand, none of them truly paid it any attention and instead returned to their own battles. Truth be told, they were not doing as well as they expected they would.