Before the azure-clad youth.
The three imperial heirs of foreign races stood respectful and faintly afraid. Gone was the bloodthirsty bravado with which they had led the imperial guards in their frenzied charge. Now they were models of courtesy.
By comparison, the three imperial heirs looked like decent folk, law-abiding citizens.
"He's... terrifying..."
"He's a monster. Just looking at him makes my scalp crawl..."
In the legion channel, someone drew a soft breath. The pressure he gave off was even more frightening and unsettling than that of the Dao Children of the Nine Great Immortal Sects.
The Shadow Demon Daoist Heir, Black Tortoise Daoist Heir, Myriad Beasts Daoist Heir, and the others had always been bloody and ruthless. Yet beside this man, they almost seemed approachable.
"...But he usually seems so shy and polite..."
Another petite female cultivator spoke. She was a colleague of Liu Xiong's and had also worked as a counselor at Clearwind University. She knew Jiang Ding from campus and could hardly reconcile the two sides of him.
"I knew it all along."
"That's the Great Sun Sword Heir's true nature..."
Liu Xiong rolled his eyes. "If you want to experience it, give up your Immortal Sect citizenship. I bet he'd slap some charge on you and kill you on the spot."
"He wouldn't go that far... would he?"
The petite cultivator shrank back.
Only after seeing the Great Sun Sword Heir on the battlefield did one realize that the many accounts of his bloody cruelty in Immortal Sect history had not smeared him. If anything, they had shown restraint.
"Soul-searching?"
"That, I must refuse!"
The Nether Desire Imperial Heir's expression changed, anger flashing in her eyes. "My soul is the foundation of my being. How could I hand it over so lightly? Say no more."