The Flame Demon Giant's aura visibly collapsed, plunging sharply as his strength dwindled.
The battle had reached this point.
More than twenty kings of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan had already died!
Some had come from beyond the Flame Stone Starfield as the Azure Sky Imperial Son's guards. Others, including Demonflower King and Tyrant Saber King, were kings he had won over within this starfield.
Every one of them had been a renowned powerhouse in their own land or minor world. They had lifespans of ten thousand years and stood like patriarchs over their lineages.
Yet on this battlefield, such powerhouses died as easily as ants beneath a boot, without raising so much as a ripple.
Now the Horned Demon Imperial Clan's kings had fallen one after another. Only the Azure Sky Imperial Son, Spiderstar King, and a few other grievously wounded kings remained. Their power to resist had dwindled almost to nothing.
They stared in terror at the blood-robed Daoist in the sky.
Never before had they imagined they might die at the hands of a slave king. They had dismissed the idea as a wild fantasy and treated the war as a hunting game.
Now the tables had turned. Those who fancied themselves hunters were about to die.
Boom!
In the sky, the blood-robed Daoist remained expressionless. A dazzling blood sun bloomed in his hand, and another blazing orb descended from above. Its power had not waned in the slightest as it hurtled toward his dying enemies.
"Could it be,"
"that swordsmanship truly belongs to humankind alone?"
The one-horned Demon God's murmur carried a trace of coldness.
One fact was beyond dispute: his saber art was indeed inferior to this slave king's.
But how could that be?
He was an ancient imperial heir of the Azureflame Ancient Emperor