The killing intent surging in Jiang Ding's heart slowly subsided.
"Damned Horned Demon imperial heirs!"
Jiang Ding cursed under his breath, still shaken.
The Great Sun thirsted for blood and drove its wielders mad.
In many situations, that was no flaw.
The Great Sun Sword Pavilion had built its sect and inheritance around this principle. Whether a sword cultivator wished it or not, he had to advance, never retreat.
If he chose to advance, he could unleash far more power than usual, carving a sliver of life from certain death. That was what made the Great Sun Inheritance so terrifying.
What made the Horned Demon imperial heirs unusual was that
after burning everything they had, they had clearly erupted with some unknown power. Even the Great Sun Sword Heir's instincts had sensed danger. Every killing instinct within him had awakened, urging him to fight to the death, victory or defeat be damned.
And then?
They had been all show and no substance!
That was what had driven Jiang Ding nearly mad. He was never like this ordinarily; he had always been able to control himself. But with nowhere to release the killing intent filling his chest, he had almost exploded.
"Jiang Dingzi..."
Tianji Daoist spoke coldly.
"We had an agreement."
Facing the hostile gazes of the nine Dao Children, Jiang Ding remained composed. "I agreed to help when you needed me."
"I'm here to honor that agreement."
"No need to thank me. I'm simply that innocent and kindhearted—a man whose word is worth a thousand pieces of gold."
Tianji Daoist froze, then grew even angrier.
We didn't need your help!
"Really, there's no need to keep thanking me."
"Here. These are for you."
With a stir of Jiang Ding's divine sense, the hundred-zhang corpses of two Horned Demon imperial heirs