The ninth mountain peak was shaped like a Celestial Sword pointing toward the sky.
It was rugged and uneven, completely lacking the smoothness of the previous eight peaks.
Before Fang Yang even set foot on it, he could feel a fierce wind blowing down from the mountain, sharp enough to flay the flesh from his bones.
And in this trial, the Trialist could fight alongside their flock of Slave Beasts.
'A condition like this,' Fang Yang thought, 'is practically tailor-made for me!'
Perhaps in a contest of manipulating flocks of Slave Beasts, he might not be a match for the peak's guardian.
But in a contest of personal combat, as long as no Sacred Body was involved, he was fearless.
And this peak guardian, whose name was Zhang Chi, was an outstanding genius of the Zhang clan, but he was ultimately no Sacred Body.
"Zhang Chi once enslaved a thousand Larks and forcefully annihilated a clan of Reversed Scale Electric Snakes, killing their Hundred Beasts King."
