Boom!
A colossal palm formed of Sword Qi descended from the heavens, crushing everything beneath it.
This Heavenly Lord from the Immortal Sect clearly wielded a sword, yet he had chosen to set it aside and fight barehanded. His contempt could not have been plainer.
"Hah!"
"Human vermin..."
Demon Mountain King roared and burned his blood essence in an instant. Boundless mana and strength surged through his meridians, swelling his body to more than twice its size.
He knew that only by showing his strength could he earn the right to speak with the Immortal Sect!
He had long been prepared for this day. He had made many preparations and had not placed all his hopes in the Shadow Demon Abyss envoy's promise.
"Kill!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Demon Mountain King gripped the black Giant Axe. His cavernous maw swallowed the spiritual energy gathered by the ancestral land's formation, while he drew in the mana and battle formation Killing Intent of the countless clansmen and kings of his race.
All that power fused into one furnace and rose to its utmost. It gathered upon the Giant Axe, which he swung at the colossal palm descending from the sky.
The instant the Giant Axe struck, countless visions appeared: scenes weathered by time, of Rock Demon clansmen born from mountain peaks, growing up and carving a path through hardship to become masters of a minor world. They had lain low, endured, and fought. It was as though volume upon volume of their history had been smelted into this terrifying blow.
If the Rock Demon Clan had a future, Demon Mountain King would surely be hailed as a sacred king of his race.
This blow
was the Sacred Path Axe of the Rock Demon Clan itself!
Now it carried the hopes of countless Rock