The Arrival of Sanxian

Within the crystal sphere, Lian Duoli was so frightened by Floating Slaughter's words that he immediately dropped to his knees again, repeatedly kowtowing as he begged for mercy. "Aah, aah, aah~ Demon Venerable, spare my life! Demon Venerable, quell your wrath—"

"Ah, come now~"

Floating Slaughter Demon Venerable's cold expression vanished, and she instantly became cordial. "Old Lian, I already said I was joking. Why are you taking it so seriously? Tch~ How boring."

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Lian Duoli still did not dare raise his head. Terrified out of his wits, he babbled incoherently, "What Demon Venerable says is right, absolutely right!"

Floating Slaughter Demon Venerable no longer paid him any heed. Her gaze turned toward the deathly silent battlefield below. Looking at the countless billions of immortals and demons kneeling on the ground and trembling, she suddenly said with great interest, "You were about to go to war just now, weren't you? Why did you stop? Keep fighting. I'm bored right now. Hurry up and fight—I want to see rivers of blood!"

The moment Floating Slaughter spoke, it was as though her words became law, forcing the entire Profound Emperor Realm to shudder as boundless strange power surged forth, sweeping in from every direction across the immortal-demon battlefield.

Buzz—at that instant, a bizarre scene unfolded upon the battlefield.

The terrified expressions had yet to fade from the faces of the countless billions of immortal and demon soldiers, whether they were immortal troops of the Nine Heavens Cloud Court or demon pawns of the Ten Thousand Bones Abyss.

Yet their bodies were no longer under their control. Like puppets tugged by strings, they stiffly raised their weapons and activated their arts, then charged madly at enemies or comrades alike with howls and roars.

In an instant, radiant immortal arts and