Troops at the City Gates

The wild wind blew.

The sky was pitch-black.

The air high above was oppressive, making it hard to breathe.

Tonight, there was no moon, no stars, not a shred of light.

An indescribable feeling surged into Jiang Dao's heart.

If asked whether Jiang Dao regretted swallowing the Human Monarch Pill and inheriting the Celestial Punishment Seal—

The answer was naturally yes!

If possible, he would rather not concern himself with the suffering of all living beings and only look after himself.

But in this dark and chaotic age, human lives were like grass. Though he only wanted to protect himself, how could heaven and earth permit it?

What a fucking world.

A despairing human realm.

This chaotic age should be utterly destroyed, never to exist again.

Especially the humans here. Their lives were worth less than ants, like pig-headed beasts!

What made this rabble worthy of his protection?

A sinister smile crept across Jiang Dao's face.

He raised his head and looked at the dim heavens, as though a giant hand had shrouded the world, making sunlight impossible to see. Huge snowflakes silently descended from the sky, blanketing the vast city.

"Snow! It's snowing!"

"How could it suddenly snow?"

"It's only August. Why is it snowing so early?"

"It's so cold! Hurry, hurry, let's go back inside!"

All kinds of voices quickly rose from within the city.

Bustling and clamorous, displaying all the myriad faces of the human world.

Jiang Dao narrowed his eyes, cold light bursting forth as he looked into the distant darkness.

"Are they coming?"

His voice was icy. "Heavenly Venom Monarch, guard the city walls. I want to see whether what comes is human or ghost. If they want to kill me, how can they do so without paying a price?"

A golden battle spear appeared