Jiang Ding stared intently at the Netherheaven Ancient Imperial Heir before him.
In that instant, he clearly sensed that the man before him had become someone else. The pure power of strength-order surging around him was beautiful and intricate, crystal clear and utterly captivating.
It was hard to believe.
Strength-order was such a brutal thing, yet it could display such elegance and beauty.
In that instant, the Netherheaven Ancient Imperial Heir felt different.
Before, he had been a beast of boundless strength, capable only of hacking and killing in a frenzy. He had possessed little tricks akin to "one pounce, two bites, three flips," but he had still been a beast.
That hulking body and those clumsy techniques, for all his boundless strength, had nearly lulled a seasoned hunter to sleep. Jiang Ding could see the ending at a glance. Only his discipline as a swordsman had kept him fully attentive.
That was the vast gulf in technique, in the depth of civilization, and in the use of order's power.
But at this moment, the Netherheaven Ancient Imperial Heir, commander of nine million troops, was no longer a beast. He was a formidable warrior who possessed both supreme strength and supreme skill.
"My lord,"
"My name is Jiang Ding. Please grant me a lesson."
Jiang Ding straightened and bowed slightly, his expression solemn and courteous.
"Sword cultivator!"
The Netherheaven Ancient Imperial Heir roared.
He raised the Heavenly Giant Axe as though to split open the heavens. It naturally became the center of strength-order's power for tens of thousands of miles around, as if an ancient demon god who governed strength-order had awakened. An unfathomable, crushing pressure spread in every direction, freezing the entire star river until only the Heavenly Giant Axe remained.
At some unknown moment, strength-order's power had woven