Jiang Fengwu prostrated himself, kowtowing again and again. Though his face was smeared with filthy blood, he seemed not to notice at all. He cried out, "Daoist Master, your magic power is boundless—you are sure to attain eternal life! Crown Prince, your majesty is awe-inspiring and dignified. With Your Highness as Crown Prince, the Liulan Dynasty will surely flourish... Sword Son, your swordsmanship is divine! The saying 'one sword breaks ten thousand techniques' fits you perfectly..."
"Jiuyi Mountain, the Liulan Dynasty, and the Cold Abyss Sword Sect—all are worthy pillars of the Human Race!"
"Earlier, I thought the demon son Pei Ling of the Chongming Demonic Sect was quite powerful, with profound cultivation. But compared to the three of you, he's no more than a chicken or a tile dog, unworthy of a single blow!"
"I'll sing of your splendor and righteousness wherever I go, so the whole world will know that Jiuyi Mountain is indeed the foremost sect of the righteous path; the Liulan Dynasty is truly a dream land for us Rogue Cultivators; and the Cold Abyss Sword Sect is the holy land of sword cultivators, where one sword breaks ten thousand techniques. Seeing you in person surpasses hearing of you..."
Hearing Jiang Fengwu's words, the imperial demons came to their senses. They, too, emerged from their hiding places and stepped forward to bow. "Thank you, Crown Prince, for saving our lives! Thank you, Daoist Master Fu! Thank you, Sword Son Ning!"
"Hmph! Crown Prince is the Crown Prince of our dynasty, with a status most exalted! The Daoist Master and Sword Son are Young Masters of Jiuyi Mountain and the Cold Abyss Sword Sect, respectively. The three of you have graced Qingyao Mountain with your presence, bringing glory to this humble place! These uncivilized beasts didn't prostrate