Within the brilliant glow of the blood sun, fear began to appear in the eyes of the demonflame giant, whose chest bore a gaping hole.
"So,"
"an imperial son was nothing more than this."
A blood-robed Daoist stepped through the void, gripping the sword hilt as he slowly drew out the crimson blade. A frozen, terrifying aura filled heaven and earth in every direction, as though all things and all living beings were about to be sealed in ice.
"A human sword-path prodigy..."
The one-horned demon god phantom behind the demonflame giant no longer concealed its awareness of its own existence. It trembled.
It seemed that, in his eyes, humanity was not merely an ordinary slave race among the myriad races.
That did not quite accord with common sense.
Humanity was even weaker than most slave races. Their divine soul talents and physical talents were exceedingly frail, and their strength was weak. Even among slave races, they stood at the bottom, with nothing remarkable about them.
Yet the result before him—a slave king driving back the combined assault of dozens of kings head-on—both surprised him and somehow seemed only natural.
"Die."
Clang!
Boom!
The bloodlight between heaven and earth waited for nothing.
Amid the roaring of the skies and violent changes in the heavens, the sea of clouds parted. A dazzling crimson Great Sun emerged between heaven and earth, its dark-red sword intent firmly locking onto the core of the demonflame giant before crashing down with a rumble.
The instant the blood sun descended, the entire world shook, as though heaven and earth had collapsed and fallen, pressing down from above.
It could not be stopped. It would destroy all things.
"Roar!"
"Kill!"
In that brief span, the one-horned demon god phantom had completely taken control of the Azure Sky