Jiang Wang's Mountain-Toppling sword crashed into the world. It scattered all the ghostly mist swirling around Swallow, tore through the blood-red face, and severed the bat wings, sweeping through them like a gale through dry leaves.
The edge of that sword blazed before the armies.
The hundred thousand troops of Qi and Jing watched it all, clear as day.
That sword cleaved the boundary between east and west and stretched from north to south. It had slain the Unmasked Human Demon on the spot—a Human Demon who would have ranked among the strongest even in the Outer Tower realm.
Everyone was aghast.
On Qi's side, the soldiers finally understood more clearly what Lin Xian had meant by "the strongest Inner Palace combat power the ages have ever seen." They understood what it meant to surpass the limits of the Inner Palace beyond all imagination.
If killing Jiemian today had looked like this, then what kind of bearing would he show when he killed Wan'e, Flesh-Carving, and Head-Chopping another day?
Lin Xian was truly lucky to have witnessed that battle firsthand!
Xie Baoshu showed no expression, but inside he was bitter and miserable. Back in Linzi, his uncle Xie Huaian had urged him again and again to make peace with Jiang Wang as soon as possible. But he had his pride, and he felt wronged in plenty of ways. The woman he admired, Wen Tinglan, had become engaged to Yan Fu, so he had taken the opportunity to bully Jiang Wang a little. In the end, he had been bullied right back several times...
He had been lying in the Imperial Hospital when Jiang Wang came to visit him. He had been cornered on the street and mocked to his face...
He was a prodigy of the Outer Tower realm, yet