One Hundred Thousand Heavenly Soldiers Suppress Peach Mountain

"Your Majesty, Commander Lei has died in battle!"

A surviving soldier lay prostrate in the hall, his forehead pressed to the floor, his entire body trembling nonstop.

A cold gleam congealed in Haotian's eyes.

"Died in battle?"

"We bestowed the Heavenly Net Demon-Subduing Formation and sent more than a thousand Heavenly Soldiers down to the mortal realm, yet you still could not take down a single Yang Jian?"

The surviving soldier's throat tightened, and he hurriedly knocked his head to the floor.

"Your Majesty, forgive this crime!"

"That Yang Jian has already cultivated to Golden Immortal. His physical body is tyrannical, his magic power condensed, and he also has an Innate Spiritual Treasure in his hand."

"Commander Lei activated the Heavenly Net Demon-Subduing Formation and condensed a Thunder Dragon to suppress and kill him, but Yang Jian split it open with his sword."

"The Formation core was severed, and the command token shattered."

"Commander Lei was also slain on the spot by Yang Jian."

As soon as those words came out, the expressions of many immortals and gods within Lingxiao Treasure Hall all changed.

"What?"

"At the realm of Golden Immortal, he could actually cut through the Heavenly Net Demon-Subduing Formation?"

"That was a Formation powered by the combined strength of more than a thousand Heavenly Soldiers!"

"How many years has this boy cultivated? How can he be so ferocious?"

"There must be an expert behind him!"

Haotian listened to the low murmurs in the hall, his expression growing darker and darker.

He slowly rose from the imperial throne.

A Saint's pressure abruptly crashed down.

All the immortals and gods in the hall dropped to their knees in unison.

Those few surviving soldiers were pressed down so hard that their bones crackled, blood spilling from their mouths.

Haotian said coldly,