Jiang Ding stared intently at the Ancient Imperial Prince Ming Tian before him.
In that instant, he clearly sensed that the person before him seemed to have become someone else entirely. The pure Strength Order Power surging around him was so beautiful, so exquisite—crystal-clear as crystal itself, enough to intoxicate the beholder.
It was hard to believe.
Strength Order, something so brutal, could actually display such elegance and beauty.
At this moment, the Ancient Imperial Prince Ming Tian gave off a different feeling.
In the past, he had merely been a beast of boundless strength, capable only of hacking, slaughtering, and rampaging like mad. Though he had minor tricks such as "pounce once, bite twice, flip thrice," he was still, overall, a beast.
That clumsy body and crude techniques, despite his boundless strength, were enough to make a seasoned hunter drowsy. One could see the final outcome at a glance; only a swordsman's professional discipline had kept Jiang Ding fully alert.
This was the immense gap in technique, civilizational heritage, and the use of Order Power.
But at this moment, the Ancient Imperial Prince Ming Tian, commanding an army of nine million, was no longer a beast. He was a powerhouse who possessed both supreme strength and supreme technique.
"Sir,"
"My name is Jiang Ding. Please enlighten me."
Jiang Ding straightened, slightly bowed in salute, and wore a solemn yet courteous expression.
"Sword cultivator!"
The Ancient Imperial Prince Ming Tian roared.
The Heavenly Axe in his hand rose high with the momentum of splitting open heaven and earth. It naturally became the center of Strength Order Power across tens of thousands of miles, as though an ancient demon god who governed Strength Order had awakened. An indescribably heavy pressure spread in all directions, freezing the entire river of stars until