Jiang Ding's eyes widened.
He couldn't help looking again.
Slaughter Spirit True Lord, True Lord Dinghai, An Siyan, Jin Lingfeng... they were all still here. Their injuries were severe—missing arms and legs, some with only half a body left. Slaughter Spirit True Lord had it worst: only his soul remained.
But they were all alive!
"Hahaha..."
Jiang Ding burst out laughing, waving his arms and kicking his feet. He had never felt so happy.
"Senior, you have my respect!"
"How could I not?"
"The future great power who once defeated Chong Guangzi at the peak of Nascent Soul—the mighty Sun Slayer Heavenly Lord—is standing right before me. Who would dare withhold their respect?"
Jiang Ding looked solemn.
"Ah, well..."
Sun Slayer Heavenly Lord grew a little embarrassed himself and jerked his chin at An Siyan.
"What is it, Senior?"
An Siyan glanced down, baffled.
"Scratch my head! Kid, that's what people do when they're embarrassed."
Sun Slayer Heavenly Lord sounded displeased.
"Why don't you..."
An Siyan glanced at Sun Slayer Heavenly Lord, who had only a head left. Realization dawned, and she hurriedly scratched his head.
"Mm, not bad."
Satisfied, Sun Slayer Heavenly Lord scratched his head and went on bashfully, "Chong Guangzi was actually a tiny bit stronger than me."
"Of course, he lost in the end and wound up dead. That's the essential difference between him and the wise and mighty me."
"You're far too modest, Senior. That's just one tiny part of your many virtues."
Jiang Ding kept piling on the praise.
"Haha... well... you see... haha..."
Sun Slayer Heavenly Lord was unused to it at first, but he soon settled in and nodded in deep agreement. "Indeed. As expected of the Great Sun Sword Heir—you saw straight through appearances to my true nature at a glance."