Chapter 116.1: The Crimson Land’s Eight Demons

As everyone’s emotions surged and rose, inside the Faint Mist Sect that was hidden within layers of rolling peaks, at the bottom of an immense raging waterfall, the torrential waters were stained red with blood.

It must be known that the flow of this wide waterfall was unbelievably rapid and powerful, where even a fully grown man weighing several hundred pounds would be immediately washed away. To stain these waters red over such a large area, it could well be imagined how much blood would be needed to achieve that.

Although the entrance was behind the waterfall, it hid another world inside. But even if someone came to this spot, they would still not be able to go inside.

There were several tens of significantly skilled disciples guarding the entrance and nothing untoward had happened for the past many decades as no one had been daring enough to come find trouble with the Faint Mist Sect, so they had not kept their guard up. But unexpectedly, someone had come attacked them on this day.

At that moment, a good half of those many tens of disciples were dead, the many years of lazy and idyllic life causing their defence capabilities to have slackened greatly from those times in the past.

“Tsk tsk tsk. So this is what the level of the leading sect among the fabled Three Great Sects is like? Just a bunch of utter rubbish.” The voice was extremely arrogant, and looking over, seven or eight figures in scarlet battle robes were seen. They looked to be merely about twenty to thirty years of age and there faces were tattooed with patterns of various types of ferocious beasts.

There group of people had some notoriety in the pugilist world, not belonging to any sect or clan, but were feared by many.

Those things on their faces were not drawn on for fun, but they were born with them. It was said that they could control those types of spirit beasts in battle, possessing strange talents and were prone to slaughter, bringing disaster everywhere they went. Never had it been thought that they would make their way here to the Faint Mist Sect.

“I heard that the Faint Mist Sect holds quite a lot of rare and precious treasure and many high grade martial arts skill manuals. If we are able to take out some of those, it would surely be quite a haul.” The man with a scorpion tattoo on his face said sinisterly as greed flashed across his face.

“I am more interested in the little beauties they have inside. It is said that the Faint Mist Sect’s girl disciples are all great looking and every single one of them are still untainted virgins!” Another man with an anaconda tattoo on his face said lecherously. He was born living among snakes and he had inadvertently come to assume a snake’s traits, seeming to prefer darkness, and having strong desires.

There were only four left among the disciples guarding the entrance who were still breathing at that moment and when they heard those despicable and vulgar words from the man, anger immediately rose up in their hearts. The more rash one among them then could not help but mutter indignantly: “Utterly despicable and shameless!”

The smile immediately faded from the man’s face and his jet black eyes turned to fix onto the disciple who spoke, his voice so calm with absolutely no emotion. “Say that again?”

The disciple guarding the door looked up at him subconsciously and found that the man’s eyes were extremely strange. The irises of his eyes were vertical slits like those of a snake’s, and just as shock ran through him, he suddenly let out a agonizing cry. He raised his hands up over his eyes, as bright red blood flowed out between his fingers.