The atmosphere was decidedly strange. Countless gazes converged on Ning Xuanyuan, their expressions varied.
It couldn't be helped. Whether in status or sheer presence, Ning Xuanyuan's entrance had been far too dazzling.
Nine dragons pulled his carriage, while five young kings stood in attendance, like stars gathered around the moon.
But Jian Wuya and the others soon recovered. They were all proud geniuses of their respective factions, dazzling figures accustomed to being the center of attention. Their natures were, of course, incomparably arrogant. Thus, the surprise in their eyes quickly sharpened into hostility.
"So you're the Asura Blood Scion?" an unruly voice called out. Ao Mo stared coldly at Ning Xuanyuan, killing intent chilling in his eyes. "You actually dared to enslave demonic beasts. You're courting death!"
Demonic beasts and human martial artists already bore deep grudges against each other, and their mutual hatred ran deep. Ao Mo came from the Demon Dragon Clan, and his bloodline had some connection to the golden demonic flood dragons. Seeing Ning Xuanyuan use demonic flood dragons to pull his carriage naturally provoked an even stronger reaction from him.
Hearing Ao Mo's angry shout, many people's expressions turned rather strange. This dragon prince of the Demon Dragon Clan really had some personality, huh? He'd just been about to trade heated barbs with Su Ting, and now he'd turned on the Asura Blood Scion.
Was this guy arrogant, or did he have a screw loose? At this rate, was he trying to make an enemy of the whole world?
Ning Xuanyuan was stunned for a moment too. What the hell? What's going on? I'm just here to pass through and watch the show. Why the fuck are you coming after me?
"How dare you!"
At his side, Qin Lang's eyes were sharp as blades, his expression icy. He stepped forward and looked Ao Mo straight in the eye. His presence swept out in rolling waves, and overwhelming sword intent soared into the sky, piercing straight through the heavens.
"So strong!"
Feeling that sword intent looming over the heavens, many people felt their hearts tremble wildly. Jian Wuya's gaze instantly grew razor-sharp, and a ringing sound seemed to rise within him.
Jian Wuya, who came from the Sword Emperor Sect, was a sword cultivator through and through. His entire cultivation had been immersed in the sword path. Qin Lang's presence had evidently stirred the sword intent within him, which was now on the verge of bursting from his body.
"What powerful sword intent. He should have already comprehended a sliver of the rules of the sword path." A strange look appeared in Jian Wuya's eyes. He was devoted to the sword path and had already cultivated a Clear Sword Heart. Within the Sword Emperor Sect, no one apart from the sword scions of the other six peaks could stand shoulder to shoulder with him. And this Qin Lang was in no way inferior to a sword scion, whether in cultivation, strength, or talent in the sword path. "He truly deserves to be called a young king of the Blood Race."
"I don't care what Asura Blood Scion you are. Daring to enslave my Flood Dragon Clan is a capital crime!" Ao Mo said coldly. Teng Yun, at his side, also wore a hostile look, while the great demons around the two of them roared in unison. For a time, demonic winds surged, and heaven and earth changed color.
"You beast, you're courting death!" Cold light blazed in Qin Lang's eyes. Sword Qi howled around him, blood-colored sword light flowed through the air, and terrifying currents of sword-path power churned the void as he prepared to strike.
"Qin Lang." A voice rang out, and Qin Lang's step faltered. He turned to Ning Xuanyuan and bowed slightly, an inquiring look on his face. "Your Highness?"
Seeing this, the strange looks in the crowd's eyes grew even more pronounced. Qin Lang's cultivation had already reached the peak of the Soul Sea Realm, and the sword intent he had displayed earlier was terrifying. Yet before Ning Xuanyuan, he behaved with such humility and deference?
Just what was so outstanding about this Asura Blood Scion that he could make a young king lower himself so far? And from the look of it, Qin Lang was definitely not acting this way because of the other man's status. It came from the bottom of his heart.
Ning Xuanyuan waved a hand and stepped forward, looking down at Ao Mo and the gathered demonic beasts.
"You said you were going to sentence me to death?" Ning Xuanyuan folded his arms, a smile that wasn't quite a smile on his face.
"That's right!" Demonic might surged from Ao Mo, terrifying to behold. "A mere lowly human like you dared to enslave my Demon Race. Naturally, you must die!"
"Is that so?" Ning Xuanyuan nodded, the smile spreading across his lips. "Then I'd like to see whether you have the qualifications."
As his words fell, Ning Xuanyuan's face abruptly turned cold. He extended a hand, palm facing the sky, and an enormous divine thunder formation immediately took shape high above. Five bolts of thunder, like pillars of light hanging from the heavens, pierced the void and came crashing down from the sky, enveloping every demon from the Demon Domain.
"Five Thunder Righteous Method, World-Destroying Tribulation Thunder!"
At the sight, Su Ting's pupils contracted violently. Among the thunder arts of the eight domains, Heaven's Gate reigned supreme! As a disciple of Heaven's Gate Palace, he recognized the secret art Ning Xuanyuan had used at a glance.
Even in Heaven's Gate Palace, only a precious few had managed to master the Five Thunder Righteous Method. He hadn't expected the Asura Blood Scion not only to have mastered it, but even to have condensed the World-Destroying Tribulation Thunder.
"What?!"
The expressions of Ao Mo and Teng Yi changed instantly. How could they have expected Ning Xuanyuan to attack the moment they disagreed? One moment he was all smiles; the next, his killing intent was laid bare.
Ning Xuanyuan had spent ten years in the Shura Domain Ancestral Land, and his character had been influenced to a great extent by the Asura Emperor. Besides, he was a transmigrator. More than anyone, he understood that this was a world where the strong preyed on the weak.
Status? Background? Those were utterly useless! Without great strength, one was nothing but meat on the chopping block.
Ning Xuanyuan had once asked the Asura Emperor what he should do if, while traveling the world, he killed the crown princes of imperial dynasties or the inheritors of orthodox lineages.
The Asura Emperor's answer had been simple and clear: "Kill them as you please! I'll handle everything!"
Thus, Ning Xuanyuan had no reservations whatsoever! Sentence me to death? Then I'll kill you!
"Out of the way!"
Ao Mo roared and revealed his true form at the same time as Teng Yi beside him. A demonic dragon roared, and a great peng spread its wings as they soared into the sky. Moving at tremendous speed, the two charged straight at Ning Xuanyuan to kill him.
"Fall!"
But Ning Xuanyuan uttered a single icy word and pressed his hand down through the air. In an instant, five enormous pillars of divine thunder descended, sealing off the entire area.
Thunder raged across the boundless space, filling the sky like an enormous net of lightning that slaughtered everything.
One demonic beast let out a shrill cry and charged outward, only for its body to be obliterated by the lightning and reduced to ash.
In an instant, the demonic beasts' wails shook the heavens. With nowhere to flee, they let out bloodcurdling screams as the thunder mercilessly pierced their bodies one after another, scattering their souls. The sight was too gruesome to bear.
Ning Xuanyuan watched it all with a cold gaze, showing no intention of holding back. Bolt after bolt of destructive thunder plunged down, mercilessly slaughtering the demonic beasts.
"What ruthless methods!"
All around, people in the distance sucked in sharp breaths. Countless faces turned pale, their expressions horrified. Was this the Asura Blood Scion? Decisive in killing, with a heart of stone and vicious hands!
"Roar!"
A dragon's roar suddenly rang out. Then everyone saw a demonic dragon and a demonic peng braving the terrifying thunder raining down from the sky, finally bursting out of that curtain of annihilating light.
Their two pairs of scarlet beast eyes were filled with boundless killing intent, shock, and fury as they stared fixedly at Ning Xuanyuan across from them.
Of those who had come from the Demon Domain this time, all but Ao Mo and Teng Yi had been slaughtered by Ning Xuanyuan!