Irrigation River Mouth, I, Yang Jian, Am Back

Above the sea of clouds, several heavenly soldiers fled in panic.

At this moment, where was the swagger they had possessed before descending to the lower realm?

Each of them only hated that their escape speed was not faster.

"Too terrifying!"

One heavenly soldier's voice trembled.

"Just who did Yang Jian take as his master?"

"A mere Golden Immortal actually broke the Heavenly Net Demon-Subduing Array!"

Another heavenly soldier gritted his teeth. "Stop talking. Return to the Heavenly Court and report to His Majesty first."

They naturally knew Haotian's temperament.

Ever since this Western Heavenly Emperor had Attained Sagehood, his majesty had grown even heavier.

If he learned that the heavenly soldiers he had sent had been almost completely wiped out, with only a few of them fleeing back in such a bedraggled state, he would surely fly into a rage.

But if they did not return, they had no way to survive either.

Yang Jian's icy gaze was still etched in their hearts.

That battle had been nothing short of a nightmare.

Over a thousand heavenly soldiers had formed an array to surround and kill him, yet Yang Jian had slaughtered his way through them alone.

The commander in golden armor had died.

Several heavenly generals had been severely wounded.

The army had collapsed in defeat.

If such a record spread, the entire Primordial Wilderness would be shaken.

After all, Yang Jian was no ordinary Rogue Cultivator.

He was Yaoji's son, an existence regarded as a disgrace by the Western Heavenly Court.

And yet such a person had now slaughtered the heavenly soldiers by his own strength.

It was no different from publicly slapping the Western Heavenly Court across the face.

At that thought, the few heavenly soldiers grew even more uneasy.

Meanwhile, Yang Jian had already arrived near