Nine Primordial Ancestral Kings

Around the Yaochi Sacred Land, ancient trees stood lush and green, their branches like Azure Dragons blotting out the sun. Jiang Ming had no wish to harm a single blade of grass or tree there, so he ended the fight swiftly and cleanly.

A moment ago, that Primordial Ancestral King had unleashed his Saint's pressure without restraint. Even from thousands of miles away, it had left many beings inside Yaochi trembling like sieves, unable to stand, and collapsing to the ground.

Now that he had been killed, many secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The Human Race cultivators, in particular, were overjoyed.

How magnificent!

The Eastern Demon lived up to his name. He was ruthless and sparing with words, as always.

The soft notes of a zither rang out, joined by the bright twang of a guzheng!

Yi Qingwu and the Yaochi Sacred Maiden came to Jiang Ming's side, one playing the zither, the other the guzheng. Together, these two proud daughters of heaven performed a carefully composed Yaochi melody. Ancient trees glowed green, fallen blossoms swirled, auspicious light curled through the air, and strands of white spiritual mist rose and drifted. A hundred birds came to pay homage, and peace settled over everything.

By now, nearly everyone who was coming had arrived.

Some Primordial Creatures wore gloomy expressions as they waited for the other Primordial Ancestral Kings. Seeing an ancient king killed in public had left many of them seething. They waited for even stronger Primordial Creatures to deal with Jiang Ming, the Eastern Demon.

Did the Human Race really think that, with Jiang Ming alone, they could make the Primordial Ancestral Kings sit down and talk?

Jiang Ming was undoubtedly a threat. He truly had the bearing of a Great Emperor. Only if he died today would the