This iron token was the size of two adult palms. Neither gold nor jade, it bore ancient seal-script inscriptions and nine carved dragons. As the Earth Demon Lord hurled it forth, it swelled before Xiang Yang's face. Before long, it towered into the azure heavens, square and massive as it pressed down horizontally, like some magic treasure from myth and legend.
Yet in truth, the iron token had not changed at all on the material level. Even someone like Xiang Yang, whose martial arts had plumbed the secrets of heaven, could not rotate creation and alter the level of matter. This sensation arose only because the token's aura was too tyrannical, provoking a mental illusion.
Clearly, the token was made of extraordinary material, and an invincible, earthshaking expert had imprinted a fragment of his spiritual will within it. Only when activated could it display such incomparably resplendent might.
Looking again at the token's two sides, one bore the character for Emperor, the other the character for Demon. The carved lines were filled with crimson-gold powder, imposing and solemn beyond compare. It represented the supreme Emperor Demon lineage among the Demonic Sect's thirty-six branches, and even more so, one of the greatest invincible experts alive today—the Demonic Sect's Demon Emperor, or rather, Great Zhou's Founding Emperor.
"Good!"
The three great experts—the Demon Sword, Heart Demon, and Blood Demon—had been slain by Xiang Yang's single slash. Yet to be precise, Xiang Yang had not used any real skill at all. It had not even counted as a warm-up.
The Three Pass Martial Path reached up to the vault of heaven and down to the solid earth, its power limitless. It had truly transcended mortal martial arts and entered the ranks of supreme divine martiality. Only those of the same rank were fit