A Youth in Green Robes appeared before the Ice Snow Palace.
Jiang Ding said nothing.
He flicked out a strand of Sword Qi, cutting open the shield of the Demon Race's inherited treasure, the Ice Emperor's Palace, and ignored the furious demon king guards around him.
As though no one else existed, he walked straight toward the center of the palace, his goal clear.
"Human True Lord!"
"Kill!"
"He dares violate the Emperor's palace! Kill him!"
A Horned Demon King at the peak of the Demon King realm had bloodshot eyes.
Though he faced a Human True Lord, he showed not the slightest fear. Gripping a giant axe, he charged straight ahead alongside dozens of demon kings in military formation.
They were enraged beyond measure, as though the supreme faith in their hearts had been desecrated.
"Kill!"
Farther away, great swarms of demons, whether demon kings or demon generals, charged toward this place with Killing Intent blazing.
The murderous aura of their military formation shot into the heavens, while demon clouds blanketed the sky!
These demons were clearly only at the Golden Core and Foundation Establishment levels, yet they possessed the fierce courage to charge a Nascent Soul True Lord.
This was the imperial guard of the Western Desert Demon Race Dynasty.
The strongest soldiers beneath heaven!
"Not bad."
"They truly are warriors."
This courage and ferocity made Jiang Ding pause slightly and offer them his respect.
"Die!"
Dozens of demon kings and hundreds of demon generals glared with eyes wide open, their Killing Intent soaring. Being the closest, they charged in formation without hesitation, giant axes, bronze hammers, and other heavy weapons crashing down at once.
For an instant, the combined aura of these many attacks even surpassed that of a Nascent Soul Early Stage Cultivator, fierce beyond compare.