He was not the only one.
From every direction around the Ning Lineage, sword cries surged like a tide, ringing through the nine heavens. The great figures of the Sword Alliance were assembling a sword formation, their interwoven sword light sealing the vast domain so tightly that not even a breath could escape.
"What exactly do your Nine Provinces mean by this?" At last, a Demon Immortal Supreme appeared. He was a white-haired elder, four meters tall and built like a mountain, his voice booming like a great bell. "We came bearing sincere hopes for future peace between our two domains. How have we become enemy invaders in your mouth?"
"I am a sword cultivator," the young Sword Chief said coolly. "Your Demon Savage Continent has no sword cultivation heritage, so I can understand. But today, let me tell you: sword cultivators have no taste for victories of the tongue, much less for debating right and wrong with you. The Dao Alliance has already judged your visit an act of malicious murder against our Nine Provinces' Heavenly Prodigies. If there were still room for negotiation, it would not be our Sword Alliance coming here. Someone with a silver tongue would be dealing with you instead."
"You intend to kill us?" Another Demon Immortal Supreme appeared, a female demon with nine tails swaying behind her, blood-red lips, and coldly alluring eyes. "Have you already decided to go to war? Then come at us. The population of our Demon Savage Continent grows by the day. We were just worrying about having nowhere to expend it."
Beside her stood another Demon Immortal Supreme, silent and sparing with words. He was a strange being without mouth, nose, ears, or eyes. His aura was the most terrifying of all, like a black hole suspended in