The wind and snow filling the sky became mere backdrop.
A robe of azure, a famed sword of the realm!
His voice rang clear, as though making heaven and earth resound.
A stir ran through Frost Wind Valley.
In the world today...
Who did not know the Marquis of Wu'an!
Yellow River Champion, First Inner Palace in History, Great Qi Empire's youngest military merit marquis, the one who had pursued and slain the Life-less Cult Ancestor across ten thousand miles...
Even though many among them had fought behind the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons for years and rarely returned to The Present World, they had inevitably heard this name through various channels.
Hearts soared with excitement!
The three words "Marquis of Wu'an" were themselves a banner. They themselves represented the Human Race's young prodigies, the future the Human Race could see.
Ji Zhaonan had said he had brought reinforcements. How could this not count!?
Even the Demon Race erupted with renewed ferocity, warriors rushing this way one after another. Killing one prodigy was worth more than killing thousands or tens of thousands. Who would not covet military merit?
Yet at that very moment, four Starlight Saint Towers hung radiant in the high sky.
Star paths wound together into the handle of the Dipper.
The light of the Northern Dipper shone over wind and snow.
Beneath the starlight piercing through the snowstorm, Jiang Wang stood with his cloak wreathed in flame and sword light reflected in his eyes, charging straight toward the densest concentration of Demon Race warriors.
He did not conceal his edge in the slightest. His Sword Qi already connected heaven and earth, sweeping through the valley, fiercer than a gale and colder than frozen snow!
This was Jiang Wang's first sword since arriving in the demon realm. He