For a junior at the Void-Returning Stage to slay a Supreme—if he did not have some great fortune at his side, that would hardly make sense.
What was more, he was the person Lin Ziqing had chosen. If he did not even have this much ability, how would he be any different from trash?
Once he was suppressed and captured, every last bit of fortune on him would have to be seized.
Xiao Juming smiled without speaking. The Martial Emperor was still as spirited and high-spirited as ever.
Three days later, the Northern Domain moved.
Black clouds that blotted out the sky seemed to herald ill omen. From south, north, east, and west, they seemed intent on covering the entire continent's vault of heaven completely.
Rumble!
Dugu Gui and the others stood atop the Mysterious Pass. Looking at the neat, unified steps, the solemn expressions, and the densely packed black dots in the far distance, their hearts could not help but shake.
The Demon-Slaying Army. It really was the Demon-Slaying Army.
It seemed that apart from the Demon-Slaying Army, there were also the Four Azure Sparrow Armies and the Six Black Tortoise Armies.
These were all powerful armies trained in the bitter battles against the Demon Race back then.
Perhaps if any single soldier were taken out alone, his strength would not amount to much. He could even be described as an ant.
But the power they formed together could erase any Supreme-level powerhouse.
The people of the Old Lin Family were the most familiar with this, because they had always been studying the things Lin Ziqing had left behind.
Whether literary writings and martial accomplishments, or Formations and pill arts.
Lin Tiancheng's gaze narrowed slightly, and his face carried an unprecedented gravity as he said, "Look. There are at