The Great Sun's radiance
descended before an army of millions from the Horned Demon Imperial Clan.
This was the Horned Demon Imperial Clan's elite, organized army: hundreds of kings, dozens of imperial sons, and nine ancient imperial sons. They had formed a terrifying battle array. Even a casual strike could easily kill anyone below the Emperor rank and wipe out every cultivator below Void Refining across an entire region.
In the distant past, the Horned Demon Imperial Clan's imperial sons and ancient imperial sons had slaughtered every member of the Skullblood Vine Demon Clan below the Emperor rank with just such cold ruthlessness. In doing so, they had rendered a crucial service in securing their clan's dominion over the realm.
Now the human army and its imperial sons had all withdrawn, fleeing far away as if from disaster. A young man in azure robes appeared in the sky.
He stood alone. Nor was he especially tall—just the ordinary height of a human youth, nowhere near the towering, brawny figures of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, who were often several meters tall.
Yet when he stood there, his figure seemed infinitely vast, the only one beneath heaven and above earth.
Terrifying pressure burst from him, crushing space and snapping order. The aura of the army's millions faltered. Their presence contracted into a single whole, no longer daring to spread out in the slightest. It was as though they had sensed a natural enemy.
Mingtian, ancient imperial son of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, and dozens of imperial sons stared fixedly at the young man in azure. None dared take a step past him to pursue the human army.
Azureflame Ancient Imperial Heir's pupils contracted. He seemed to have remembered something.
"Hello."
"Azureflame, it's been a long time."
Jiang Ding smiled gently.