Jiang Ding's gaze was calm.
He unfurled the blood-colored sword domain. His divine sense and sword intent settled upon the formation that had arisen from the Demon Leaf Family after being triggered by an external force, continuously calculating its formation nodes in his mind.
"Who?"
"Who dares invade my Demon Leaf Family?!"
The instant an enemy invaded, dozens of general-rank cultivators of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan soared into the air from within the Demon Leaf Firmament. They formed a formation among themselves, then joined with over a hundred thousand clansmen to form a military formation, with no exception for the old, the young, women, or children.
They were truly a people in which every citizen was a soldier. Even the weakest Horned Demon Imperial Clan cultivators were at the Qi Refinement stage—a race born for battle.
Every general-rank cultivator of the Demon Leaf Family stared fixedly at that blood cloud, at that unfamiliar king-rank expert.
Once they saw his face and confirmed that he was not a king of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, all the Horned Demon generals collectively sighed in relief. Unconsciously, they assumed an aloof, condescending posture.
"Blood River King,"
"Why have you come here instead of serving beneath Flameflow Imperial Heir?"
"Withdraw at once, or do not blame us for reporting this to the ancestor."
An elderly peak general-rank cultivator of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, whose single horn bore vine-like patterns, shouted down at him from above.
A general-rank cultivator was berating a king.
Yet no one around them found anything strange about it. Many Horned Demon Imperial Clan cultivators were even itching to make a move, seized by the urge to attack first and surround and kill this king of a slave race.
This was the innate confidence of the realm's ruling race