The Nether Heaven Imperial Son's hundred-zhang-tall body toppled.
"Your Imperial Highness!"
"No, impossible..."
The three thousand Horned Demon Imperial Clan guards stared in horror. Their imperial son had fallen dead after a single move, as fragile as duckweed in the wind, as helpless as an ant.
"Kill him! Avenge His Highness!"
"Kill..."
Many of the guards roared.
But before they could act, the searing cry of a sword filled their seas of consciousness, and they lost their minds.
Bodies fell in swathes. Heavy armor struck the ground, and the weapons painstakingly forged by the imperial clan tumbled after them.
"No!"
"Leave them alive!"
An Tuzi, the Black Tortoise Daoist Heir, and the others shouted without thinking.
Jiang Ding ignored them. With a movement of his divine sense, he arrived atop the fallen Nether Heaven Imperial Son and stood on his mountain-sized head, gazing into his dim eyes.
The other Dao Children hurried after him.
The Tianji Daoist examined the Nether Heaven Imperial Son carefully with his divine sense for a long time before finally breathing a sigh of relief.
He was not dead.
A single sword strike had severed the connection between his soul and body with terrifying precision.
His sea of consciousness was filled with the Great Sun Annihilation Sword Intent. The sword intent had formed Great Sun sealing talismans, locking it down layer upon layer without leaving the slightest opening. He could not even self-destruct.
"Marvelous."
"Jiang Dingzi, you're quite accomplished in matters of the soul and sealing."
Somewhat surprised, the Tianji Daoist praised him. "I always thought sword cultivators were too rough for such delicate arts. Now I see that was prejudice, born from how poor the sword cultivators in my order are."
The other Dao Children gazed hungrily at the fallen Nether Heaven Imperial Son and