Mo Tianheng's name had spread across the world like wildfire.
He stole countless martial arts from major sects.
He kidnapped their young geniuses during secret missions.
He even took the daughters of influential sect leaders and made them part of his sect.
Or worse, part of his personal training plans.
Everyone was furious.
The righteous sects called him evil.
The demonic sects called him unstable.
The neutral sects? Even they were scared.
"He stole our sword technique!"
"He took our saintess!"
"He humiliated our elders!"
In every corner of the world, the same question was asked:
How do we stop him?
One elder from the Pure Sky Pavilion slammed his hand on the table.
"He dares touch our legacy arts and mock us with his copies!"
A demonic sect master gritted his teeth. "He doesn't care about rules. He doesn't even pretend to follow our code. He's mad."
Another sect leader spoke coldly. "He acts like he owns the world. That boy needs to be erased."
