The aura of the giant of demonic flames visibly collapsed, dropping by a huge margin as its strength weakened sharply.
The battle had reached this point,
and more than twenty kings of the Horned Demon Tribe had already died!
Some had come from beyond the Flame Stone Star Domain, serving as Azure Sky Imperial Son's imperial guards. Others were kings he had subdued within this domain, such as Magic Flower King and King Overlord Saber.
All of them had been renowned experts of a region, figures in a Minor World as famous as lineage ancestors, with lifespans of ten thousand years.
Yet such powerful figures died as easily as ants and weeds upon the battlefield, without even stirring a ripple.
By now, the kings of the Horned Demon Tribe had withered away one after another. Only Azure Sky Imperial Son, Spider Star King, and several severely wounded kings remained, their power of resistance weakened to the utmost limit.
They stared at the Blood Robe Daoist in the sky in terror.
Before this, they had never imagined that they would die at the hands of a mere Slave King. They had considered it a fantasy and laughed it off, treating the war as a game of hunting.
Yet now, the situation had reversed. Those who called themselves hunters were about to die.
Rumble!
In the sky, the Blood Robe Daoist remained expressionless. A brilliant blood sun bloomed in his hand, and another blood-red sun descended from the heavens. Its power had not diminished in the slightest as it blasted down upon the dying enemies.
"Could it be,"
"that swordsmanship truly belongs only to the Human Race?"
The one-horned demon god murmured coldly.
There was one indisputable fact: his saber technique was indeed inferior to that of this Slave King.
But how