The disciples of the Five-Realm Coalition went pale as paper and retreated frantically as though they had seen a ghost, terrified that He Ping'an would strike another time and cut them all down as well.
He Ping'an did not even spare them a glance. With a casual wave of his hand, he killed those enemies.
"Too weak."
He uttered only two words, then flashed away, transforming into a streak of azure sword light and vanishing from where he stood.
He was going to find more enemies!
He was going to find more fellow disciples!
Because he knew that among these sixty-six billion disciples, not many would survive such a desperate situation.
He had promised the Sect Master that he would take them home!
Primordial Battlefield, at the Six Realms' viewing platform.
When He Ping'an unleashed that sword strike, the Slaughter Demon King, seated upon his throne in the Demon World camp, abruptly rose to his feet!
"Ninth Transformation Golden Immortal!"
The Slaughter Demon King's voice was hoarse and low, but the shock and disbelief contained within it were heard with perfect clarity by every powerful expert present!
"That is impossible!"
Behind him, a Taboo Demon King suddenly stood up and stared fixedly at the azure figure within the light screen.
"A thousand years ago, this boy was merely at the Heavenly Immortal Supreme Peak! A thousand years passed in the blink of an eye—how could he possibly have entered the Ninth Transformation Golden Immortal Realm?!"
Another Taboo Demon King also rose, his face filled with disbelief.
"This defies all reason! From Heavenly Immortal to Golden Immortal, ordinary geniuses require at least tens of millions of years of accumulation. Even the most exceptional freaks need millions of years of tempering!"
"Even with a space-time treasure that accelerated time a thousandfold, that