The Sect of Interception Marches Forth

He could see the resolve in their eyes, their fearlessness in the face of death.

A warm current surged through Yang Jian's heart. He knew these were people truly willing to entrust their lives to him.

He took a deep breath, his voice carrying across the entire training ground.

"Everyone, the three-month deadline has arrived!"

"Today is the day I, Yang Jian, collect the blood debt from the Heavenly Court!"

He abruptly drew the massive Shield-Axe from his back. Blood-red light surged from its blade into the heavens, staining even the clouds on the horizon crimson.

"Target: Peach Mountain!"

"Move out!"

At Yang Jian's command, all of Plum Mountain erupted into a frenzy!

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Thirty-six thousand demon soldiers roared in unison. Their soaring demonic aura and Killing Intent gathered into a column of black smoke that shot straight into the nine heavens, churning the winds and clouds until the skies changed color.

Rumble rumble!

The entire army became a black torrent. Led by Yang Jian, it surged forth from Plum Mountain in magnificent force, crushing its way toward Peach Mountain.

Wherever the army passed, heaven and earth trembled, and Myriad Spirits bowed their heads.

That undisguised, towering killing intent was like a storm sweeping across heaven and earth, instantly alarming the entire Primordial Wilderness and Three Realms!

Countless great experts in seclusion opened their eyes at that moment, casting their divine senses toward that menacing army.

"That is... the direction of Plum Mountain?"

"What terrifying killing intent! Who is that man at the head? He actually possesses the cultivation of an early-stage Quasi-Saint!"

"It's Yang Jian! The son of that Judicial God! Wasn't he a Daluo Golden Immortal? How did he suddenly become a Quasi-Saint?"

"What is he planning to do? That direction is Peach Mountain! Is he