Yang Jian's Peril

Above the firmament, immortal light surged in billowing waves.

Figures came speeding from the distant sea of clouds.

Their speed was astonishing.

In mere moments, they had descended upon the battlefield.

Yang Jian lifted his eyes and looked over.

He saw that the arrivals numbered more than a thousand Heavenly Soldiers.

Among them were three Heavenly Generals as well, each with an aura at the Golden Immortal level.

And the one in the lead wore golden armor, held a long spear, and had lightning coiling all around him.

His aura was far more powerful than that silver-armored Heavenly General from before.

Faintly, he had actually reached the Late Golden Immortal stage.

"Commander Lei!"

The silver-armored Heavenly General was instantly overjoyed when he saw the newcomer descend.

He hurriedly cupped his hands toward the golden-armored Heavenly General and said, "This man is Yang Jian!"

"Not only did he refuse to be captured, he even dared to kill Heavenly Soldiers!"

"Commander, please take action and suppress him!"

Hearing this, the golden-armored Heavenly General's gaze fell on Yang Jian.

He did not speak in haste, only sizing Yang Jian up from head to toe.

After sensing the Golden Immortal aura on Yang Jian, a flicker of surprise flashed through his eyes.

"No wonder His Majesty personally issued the order."

"A mere bastard of mortal blood has actually cultivated to Golden Immortal."

"It seems there truly is someone protecting you from behind."

At those words, Yang Jian's expression turned slightly cold.

The other party kept calling him a bastard, and had already touched his reverse scale.

However, Yang Jian did not lose his reason.

He knew very well that right now, the number of Heavenly Soldiers was only growing.

If he simply charged and slaughtered blindly, he would inevitably be restrained by their formation.