Extreme Imperial Submission

Outside Jade Dragon City, the wind and snow still raged.

But now, amid the once deathly-pale storm, thin strands of dark red had somehow begun to mingle.

On the city wall, Yang Wudi stood with his hands clasped behind his back.

Behind him were three thousand Yang Clan elites, as well as the cultivators of the Extreme Speed and Extreme Aperture Sects, who had only just been reorganized into their ranks.

None of them looked good.

News of the destruction of the Extreme Strength Sect and the Extreme Blood Sect had already spread through every possible channel.

The terror brought by that calamity of annihilation was like a layer of dark cloud hanging over everyone's head.

"They're here."

Yang Wudi fixed his gaze on the distant horizon.

A wretched, battered torrent was stumbling toward Jade Dragon City.

They were the routed remnants of the Extreme Defense Sect.

The Extreme Defense Sect that had once shaken the Northern Lands—how did it still look anything like a great sect now?

At their head, the Sect Master of the Extreme Defense Sect had one arm severed clean from the root, strange black qi churning from the wound.

His whole body was mottled with blood, and his once-luxurious long robe had become strips of ragged cloth.

Behind him, the tens of thousands of disciples they once had now numbered fewer than three thousand.

Every single one was wounded, and every face was filled with terror pushed to the extreme.

Less than ten li behind them, a dark-red fog that blotted out the sky and covered the sun was like a monster opening its huge maw, biting hard at their tail.

"Open the gate! Hurry, open the gate!"

Before the Sect Master of the Extreme Defense Sect had even reached the foot of the wall,