Primeval Demonic Realm, southeastern battlefield. The Stone Clan's three Sacred Guardians joined forces against Xuanqi. After more than a hundred thousand years, the Fourth Prince of Heavenly Demon once again displayed earth-shattering prowess.
The Foremost Sword Under Heaven, unmatched by any. The Heart-Burning Demonic Sword shook the nine heavens, startling all gods.
After one battle, one of the Stone Clan's three Sacred Guardians died while the other two were wounded, retreating a thousand li in defeat.
Before the hundred thousand-strong demonic army, Xuanqi, clad in purple battle attire, watched the retreating Stone Clan forces without pursuing them.
Do not chase a cornered enemy. The Stone Clan was, after all, a royal clan; they would not be so easily crushed. The true war had yet to begin.
Just as the Stone Clan retreated, a plain-clothed figure strode over from afar. At his side followed a white tiger with wings upon its back. His extraordinary bearing drew countless sidelong glances.
Before the Heavenly Demon army, Xuanqi's gaze narrowed slightly, and he more or less guessed the newcomer's identity.
Within the Primeval Demonic Realm, there was only one person who had lost all cultivation yet still possessed such extraordinary sword intent: Jiuyou's disciple.
"Greetings, Fourth Martial Uncle."
Ning Chen stepped forward and respectfully bowed.
"No need for such ceremony."
Xuanqi spoke calmly. "Where have you been?"
"Qihuang Island."
Ning Chen did not conceal it and answered truthfully.
At the mention of Qihuang, Xuanqi's expression visibly darkened. "What did you go there for?"
"The Qihuang Clan's methods are not weak. This nephew has lost his cultivation for a long time, so I went seeking an opportunity—a method to restore it," Ning Chen answered respectfully.
"Did you gain anything?" Xuanqi asked blandly.
"Other than this white tiger descendant, I gained nothing," Ning Chen replied.
Xuanqi's