"Boom!"
The moment Zhu Huai finished speaking, the entire Imperial City suddenly shuddered. Then a ringing tremor of metal and stone erupted with a crash like a dragon's roar.
Immediately, everyone saw a golden pillar of light shoot skyward from the Heavenly Pool at the center of the Imperial City, blasting apart the dense black clouds overhead. It circled once across the heavens before finally slamming heavily into Zhu Huai's palm with a bang.
With the Southern Bright Li Fire Spear in hand, Zhu Huai's entire bearing changed.
If Zhu Huai had previously been a Martial God possessed of a terrifying physique, then with the Southern Bright Li Fire Spear in hand, he had once again become the War God who had swept all before him on Great Xia's battlefields in years past.
"You Yaomo dare invade the ancestral lands of our Great Xia? You deserve death!"
Zhu Huai's voice thundered, his spear pointing straight at the Blood Demon Ancestor and the two demon monks from Fire Cloud Temple charging toward him.
Even the thunder in the firmament seemed to answer him, sending several thick bolts of lightning crashing down.
A pressure that reassured King Zhao and the city's people, yet struck fear into the Blood Demon Ancestor and the other demonic beasts, swept mightily across the entire Imperial Capital like a tempest.
"Boom!"
Sensing Zhu Huai's imposing aura climbing rapidly, the demon monks Zhenwu and Zhenye exchanged a glance, then struck together.
Years of dealing with Martial Dao cultivators in the army had taught them that once these military commoners built momentum, even if your cultivation realm far surpassed theirs, you would still be the one to die in the end.
The martial artist's path sought a single sustaining breath.
Then Zhenwu's and Zhenye's two Dharma Aspects transformed together,