Jiang Ding ignored King Shen Shan's rebuke.
He strolled forward, countless Blood Red Sword Qi blooming around him, slaughtering every enemy in his path and draining their divine souls and blood essence dry, leaving only withered corpses to fall to the ground.
The shriveled corpses were incomparably fragile, breaking into several pieces. Every trace of essence within their bodies had been drained away.
Amid the endlessly circling Blood Qi, Jiang Ding's expression was somewhat dazed.
This scene seemed beautiful.
Beautiful, very beautiful.
And somewhat familiar.
It seemed that in the distant past, scenes like this had often been seen.
Boom, boom boom!
"Blood River King,"
King Shen Shan charged forward with heavy steps, each step upon space like a beating war drum. He dragged a silver-glinting Metal Mountain in his hand!
At this moment, he did not waste a single word.
The mountain instantly expanded to a thousand zhang, merging with the Horned Demon Tribe's ten-zhang Indestructible Chaos Space. It was gripped by a colossal arm thick with knotted muscles and smashed fiercely down at the Blood Robe Daoist below!
The Magic Rock Tribe king, Magic Mountain, who was guarding the Flame Liu Imperial Son, felt his eyelids twitch at the sight.
Boom!
The Metal Mountain smashed down by that colossal arm seemed to transform into a Chaos Black Hole, radiating boundless attraction, swallowing everything and destroying everything.
This was the ultimate power of the Horned Demon Tribe!
This race, which had achieved brilliant accomplishments on the path of body cultivation, possessed indestructible, undying bodies and mastered ultimate power. It filled every race with despair, leaving them afraid to make any move that might challenge the imperial tribe's majesty. They willingly became slaves, regarding it as the highest glory.
Both were at the King Stage Peak, yet this one strike