Guanjiang Mouth, I, Yang Jian, Am Back

Above the sea of clouds, several Heavenly Soldiers fled in panic.

At that moment, where was any of the awe-inspiring bearing they had possessed before descending to the lower realm?

Every last one of them only hated that his escape speed was not faster.

"Too terrifying!"

One Heavenly Soldier's voice trembled.

"Just who did that Yang Jian take as his master?"

"A mere Golden Immortal, yet he actually broke the Heavenly Net Demon-Subduing Formation!"

Another Heavenly Soldier gritted his teeth and said, "Stop talking. Let's return to the Heavenly Court first and report to His Majesty."

Of course they knew Haotian's temperament.

After this Western Heavenly Emperor had Attained Sainthood, his majesty had become even heavier.

If he learned that the Heavenly Soldiers he had dispatched had nearly been wiped out to the last man, with only these few fleeing back in such a sorry state, he would surely fly into a thunderous rage.

But if they did not go back, they had no road to survival either.

Yang Jian's icy gaze was still carved into their hearts even now.

That battle had been nothing short of a nightmare.

Over a thousand Heavenly Soldiers had formed an array to encircle and kill him, yet Yang Jian alone had cut through them.

The golden-armored commander had died.

Several heavenly generals had been gravely wounded.

The army had collapsed in defeat.

If such battle achievements spread, the entire Primordial Wilderness would be shaken.

After all, Yang Jian was no ordinary Rogue Cultivator.

He was Yao Ji's son, an existence regarded as a disgrace by the Western Heavenly Court.

Yet now, such a man had slaughtered the Heavenly Soldiers in return by his strength alone.

It was no different from slapping the Western Heavenly Court in the face in front of everyone.

Thinking