Primeval Demonic Realm, southern front battlefield. Flames of war stretched endlessly. At this critical moment, the Heavenly Demon Red Armored Army arrived, shocking the kings of the Scale Race.
Before the Red Armored Army, an ancient sword wreathed in Ghost Qi tore through the air and swept into the battle. A powerful sword pressure spread out, changing the color of heaven and earth.
In the blink of an eye, a Plain-clothed Figure walked into the battlefield. His right hand rested on the ancient sword as his gaze swept over the kings of the Scale Race. He said calmly, "Everyone, please withdraw your troops!"
His casual voice carried not the slightest threat, yet it possessed an authority that brooked no refusal. With the king's sword in hand, none under heaven could stand against him.
Looking at the young man who had appeared on the battlefield, King Li's expression darkened greatly. After weighing the matter for a moment, he said in a deep voice, "Retreat!"
The Heavenly Demon army's reinforcements had arrived, and continuing the battle would bring no benefit. The young man before them was no weakling, while he and the other three kings were all seriously wounded. There was no need to fight him now.
At the command, the Scale Race army immediately withdrew like a receding tide. King Li and the other three kings stared at the Heavenly Demon reinforcements ahead, then retreated as well several breaths later.
With the Scale Race withdrawing, Ning Chen waved his hand and put away the ancient sword. Looking at the badly wounded Sixth Heavenly Demon Prince behind him, he bowed respectfully. "Greetings, Sixth Martial Uncle!"
Seeing the Sixth Heavenly Demon Prince face-to-face for the first time, Ning Chen's eyes held a faint trace of surprise. This Prince Xuan Xiao truly did not