When the catastrophic disaster came crashing down, Qin Changsheng of Qin Kingdom, one of the True Lords on rotation at Sui Ming City, descended without warning!
He held his blade in a reverse grip, laying it across from the Celestial Demon Shi Anxuan. Beneath his conical hat, his utterly unremarkable eyes rested above the blade, parallel to its edge.
His gaze lay level with the trapped beast, meeting Shi Anxuan's eyes just like that.
His eyes were like a pond—ordinary in size, ordinary in water quality... yet full of life, with an ecosystem all its own. They were anything but ordinary.
Watched by such tranquil eyes, Shi Anxuan actually felt a faint chill rise in his heart.
It could hardly be called fear. What scene had a Celestial Demon of his seniority not witnessed? Nor did he lack the courage to stake life and death at the summit.
Still, he could not help but marvel at the speed with which Qin Changsheng had come...
All these years, no matter how fiercely the Human Race nations slaughtered one another on the other side of the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons, within this Heavenly Prison world, their blades had always faced outward as one. The Battle of River Valley in the Present World had ended not long ago, and he knew even in the Demon Realm how savagely Qin and Chu had fought. Yet today, as the Chu True Lord Zuo Xiao fought a bloody battle here, the Qin True Lord Qin Changsheng's reinforcements had arrived not a step late.
Today was as yesterday, and as every time before.
He had thought that, by swallowing his pride and bullying the young with his seniority, he might more or less pick up an advantage.
Failing to gain that advantage was not, in truth,