"ARRGGGGGGGG"

Hou Yi whose consciousness returned back to his realm looked at the sky and yelled angrily. At first he wanted to lash out at Sam in frustration, but Sam instantly destroyed the statue without letting him speak.

As expected his anger didn't go away, immediately closed his eyes once again.

Far away in Hel's realm.

Hou Yio's image appeared in her front yard. It is a semi-translucent image.

Hel sensed it instantly and asked.

"Why are you here?"

"Hel, you bitch. Who do you think you are to call me dumb? You think you are so smart just because you are Loki's daughter?"

Hel frowned at this, she got angry at his words, but as she said, she is not as dumb as Hou Yi to react on impulse.

"Mind your words. As you said, I am Loki's daughter, do you think you would have a peaceful life ahead if he listens to you. Even if I forgive you, he would not."

"Yeah, everyone knows how powerful he is. All he could do is hide and make others do his work."

Hel frowned and black flames appeared in her hands.

"You little bastard. I told you to mind your words." She threw the black flames and Hou Yi started burning. The image was gone and back at his home Hou Yi started destroying the things in his vicinity.

Meanwhile, Hel is also frustrated and wanted burn Hou Yi's ass in an instant.

If Sam saw those people's state, he would have been completely satisfied. He is pretty pissed about the game these gods are playing with them. If possible, he really wants to beat the crap out of them. But there is nothing he can do at the moment and all he can do is satisfy his urges by pissing the gods off.

That is why he started provoking them one by one as he liked. Even though he couldn't see the direct reaction, he knew they were pissed and that satisfied his urges a bit.

Currently, Sam is standing in the temple with his two swords.

He swung them a few times carving the three words on the stone platform.

SAM WAS HERE.

He wanted to do this, in the Night Demon family too, but he couldn't.

The Five great sects were involved, since he is bound to face them in the future, he decided that when he was ready to deal with them, he would go to the Night Demon territory and carve these words himself.

The three words gave the sword aura which Sam didn't think much of and left.

The Hob Goblin just stared at it and bowed his head before leaving. He and several other people heard Hou Yi cursing them for being trash. They fought to the death with a person like Sam and even knew how to show them some respect for their efforts, but Hou Yi who is the cause of all this didn't show it.

How can anyone be still worshipping him?

They also bowed to the three words.

Sam and his team left to the next realm. They didn't exhaust themselves that much and this tribe is nearly as much trouble as they initially thought, so there is no need for them to think too much at the moment and decided to move since they already have the next target in their mind.

While Sam is busying himself, somewhere far away.

In the five great sect's common ground where the elders from the five sects hold the meetings regarding all of their combined issues, two young men are standing in front of a bunch of elders.

There is a night demon standing in front of him and he asked once again.

"So, what young master is saying is that someone massacred the entirety of the core branch of the Night Demon family and you don't know who he is, even Davon was killed in that?"

He is none other than the father of Davon the Night Demon who is also the outer deacon of the five great sects.

"Deacon, Dang. What we said is true. We are not lying. But the enemy didn't reveal themselves and he didn't attack until all of us except Davon left. At first, we thought, that the enemy is someone our sect knew as they said they don't want a war to happen with our sect over that, and Mavy is also frightened by something familiar.

But when we came back, we confirmed it is the not people who we initially assumed to be."

"I understand what you are saying. But how can there be no clue at all."

"Ther.." the young man wanted to say something, but he stopped, the elders looked at him and said.

"You don't have to worry too much. Speak your mind."

"Demon Soul swordsman's disciple is also with us and when he looked at that thing we mentioned, he took it and said that the enemy of night demon family is definitely not someone who we assumed them to be, but instead even more terrifying entity.

We think that he knows, but he didn't want to tell and we didn't dare to force him."

The elders and outer deacon frowned. They knew the Demon Soul Swordsman is an eccentric man. He is not even an elder and there is no official title for him in the sect for him to begin with, but he is daring enough to not give a crap about the five sect leaders combined.

He would even curse them on their faces if they pissed him off and they only found out about this because of that disciple. Otherwise, they wouldn't have understood how powerful he is.

After some discussion, someone still sent to the Demon Soul swordsman and his disciple. Both of them came. The disciple is in a black cloak, but the demon soul swordsman is calm as he sipped from a wine gourd and a sword is hanging on his waist.

"What do you old farts want from my disciple?"

They explained the situation and the disciple looked at the two senior brothers.

"Idiots. I told you to keep your mouths shut and stay out of trouble. But you don't listen do you?"

He directly scolded them without a care for etiquette or the surroundings, when the elders were about to rage, a faint sword keen was heard from the Demon soul swordsman's sword which made them sit down.

The disciple turned to look at his master and said.

"Master, I don't have anything to say to these people. Let us go."

The master nodded and both of them turned around to leave.

The outer deacon became anxious and grabbed the disciple, cloak. The cloak covering the head dropped and the disciple's face was revealed.

If Sam was here, his face would have beamed with a grin of happiness.

After all, his friend who he didn't meet in many years is standing there.

It is none other than Jack. During this time, his aura changed. There is some dark and ominous feeling along with that sharp sword aura.

There is a scar on his face over his left eye.

He looked at the Outer Deacon coldly but the deacon didn't let go of the cloak and said.

"My brothers, son, and all my family members died. Please do tell me the identity of that person. Even if he is strong and I couldn't do anything to him, I will at least get closure. Please do it for my sake."

"And why the fuck would I do that?"

"I…" The deacon wanted to say something, but Jack continued.

"I know the identity of the person, but I am not telling you. As for why you ask. It is just the law of jungle which you so essentially liked to preach whenever you killed families and organizations for your personal gain.

The strong can do whatever they want, while the weak can either fight back or cower and perish if the strong, willed so.

This is the same. Your family is weak, they tried to fight back against an enemy who would find it beneath him to disdain your family. They died, they perished. That is it. Now let go of my cloak."

"You…" The Outer deacon became angry and was about to say something, but…

*SLASH*

A sword keen was heard and the arm that was holding the cloak was severed. Jack sidestepped to not let the blood fall on him, but his cloak still got some blood on.

"Master, you didn't control it properly. I got blood. You better get me a new cloak."

He didn't even care as the deacon writhed in pain on the ground as he tried to stop the bleeding, while the Master is still standing there drinking, nobody even saw him move.

The elders didn't even know what to say and just let the Master and disciple leave.

"Brat, who is that guy that you are trying so hard to hide?"

"Hard to hide? You don't know anything about him, master. I am not trying to hide, I am just making sure that you both don't need to clash. After all, the contract between you and the five sects will end in a few years. In this time if these idiots provoke, I am afraid, you would be pitted against him. Then I would be put in a hard spot."