Jiang Ding's gaze was calm.
He spread open the Blood River Sword Domain, his divine sense and sword intent falling upon the formation array that the Magic Leaf Family had activated through external force, continuously calculating its formation array nodes in his mind.
"Who?"
"Who dares invade my Magic Leaf Family?!"
The instant an External Enemy invaded, dozens of General Grade Horned Demon Tribe cultivators shot into the air from the skies above Magic Leaf. They formed a formation array among themselves, then joined with over a hundred thousand clansmen to form a military formation, sparing neither the old, the young, women, nor children.
It was truly an entire populace under arms. The weakest Horned Demon Tribe cultivators were all at the Qi Refining Grade; they were a race born for battle.
All the General Grade cultivators of the Magic Leaf Family stared fixedly at that blood cloud, at that unfamiliar King Grade expert.
Once they saw his face and realized he was not a Horned Demon Tribe king, all the horned demon generals breathed a collective sigh of relief and unconsciously assumed a lofty, downlooking posture.
"Blood River King,"
"Why have you come here instead of serving under the Flame Liu Imperial Son?"
"Leave at once, or do not blame me for reporting this to the ancestor."
An elderly Horned Demon Tribe cultivator at the peak of the General Grade, whose single horn bore vine-like patterns, barked down at him.
A General Grade cultivator was berating a king.
Yet no one around found anything strange about it. Quite a few Horned Demon Tribe cultivators were even eager to make a move, seized by the urge to take the initiative and surround and kill a slave-race king.
This was the innate confidence of a Realm Overlord race toward the slave