In the Primeval Demonic Realm, on the Eastern Continent, amid the layered mountain ranges, Ning Chen stood quietly. Ahead of him, the Heavenly Demon Clan's Third Prince, covered in blood, crashed to the ground. Crimson stained his body as his life reached its final moment.
The end of a king's road was so bleak. Once renowned throughout the world, he could now only linger on his last breath, unable even to control his own life.
Having successively devoured hundreds of King-realm Heavenly Demons, Ning Chen's demonic cultivation had risen rapidly. Now that he had devoured a royal-blooded Heavenly Demon at the peak of the King realm, the power of his bloodline finally underwent a qualitative transformation, gradually showing signs of returning to its ancestors.
Amid the black radiance, a faint trace of gold could be seen. Imperial Might flickered into view—slight, yet incomparably distinct.
After watching for a moment, Ning Chen stepped forward and punched apart Xuanlie's severely damaged sea of qi, forcibly tearing out the jade slip engraved with the Wind-Forest Secret Art.
The blood-soaked jade slip dripped blood, drop after drop, dazzlingly crimson. Yet Ning Chen's heart was as hard as stone.
"Thirteenth Prince... you will not escape!"
The feeble voice was so powerless. Xuanlie stared at the black-clad young man before him, hatred blazing to the heavens.
"I'll leave him to you."
Ning Chen spoke coldly.
"Thank you, Master!"
From within the Soul Suppressing Banner, more than a thousand great demons flew out and pounced madly toward the Heavenly Demon prince ahead.
It was a horrifying sight. In merely several breaths, the former Third Prince of the Heavenly Demon Clan was reduced to nothing but white bones.
Ning Chen raised a hand, and demonic fire spread forth, completely burning away the demon's remains.
Within the Heavenly Demon