Before the ice-and-snow palace, a young man in azure appeared.
Jiang Ding said nothing.
He flicked out a strand of Sword Qi, cutting through the protective barrier of the Ice Emperor's Traveling Palace, a treasured relic of the Demon Race. He ignored the furious demon-king guards around him.
He walked straight toward the center of the palace as if no one else were there, his destination clear.
"A human True Lord!"
"Kill him!"
"He dares trespass in the emperor's traveling palace! Kill him!"
A horned demon king at the peak of his rank had bloodshot eyes.
Though he faced a human True Lord, he showed no fear. Giant Axe in hand, he charged straight ahead in a battle formation with dozens of other demon kings.
They were furious, as though their highest faith had been desecrated.
"Kill!"
Farther away, great swarms of demons—demon kings and demon generals alike—rushed toward them, brimming with killing intent.
The battle formation's killing intent surged into the sky, and demon clouds blanketed it from horizon to horizon!
These demons were only at the Golden Core and Foundation Establishment levels, yet they had the courage to charge a Nascent Soul True Lord.
These were the imperial guards of the Western Desert Demon Dynasty.
The finest troops under heaven!
"Not bad."
"True warriors."
Their courage and ferocity made Jiang Ding pause for a moment and accord them respect.
"Die!"
Dozens of demon kings and hundreds of demon generals glared, their killing intent surging skyward. Closest to him, they formed a battle formation without hesitation and attacked, bringing down massive axes, bronze hammers, and other heavy weapons together.
For an instant, their combined attacks surpassed even a Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivator in power. They were ferocious beyond measure.
Clang!
A wisp of blue-gold Sword Qi bloomed between