"A mere human? Impossible! Once our race's prodigies take action, they will surely slay him!" the mixed-blood Saint Spirits clamored hatefully.
Though they belonged to a peripheral lineage, they took the greatest pride in their bloodline. Now that Jiang Wangdao had disgraced the Saint Spirits, he had naturally drawn their jealousy and hatred.
"Cangdu is here! I will slay that fiend!" At the Saint Spirits' Tenth Pass, a fire spirit made this declaration to the prodigies of every race.
Flames churned amid curling immortal mist. This Fire Clan Saint Spirit's aura soared into the heavens, and a Divine Halo condensed behind his head, rendering him impervious to all arts.
As a high-level Saint King, he was far beyond the City Lord Jiang Zhu had slain.
Cangdu's eyes were crimson as he stared fixedly down the ancient road.
Jiang Zhu traveled through the void, Saint Spirit cities coming into view one after another along the way. Because of him, the entire Holy Spirit Ancient Road now heard enemies in every cry of the wind and cranes and saw soldiers in every tree and blade of grass.
Having destroyed the Tenth Pass in one fell swoop, he posed an enormous threat to most Saint Spirit cities. After all, not every pass had a Great Sage or a peak Saint King guarding it.
At the Saint Spirit Fortieth Pass, Jiang Zhu strolled brazenly through the city. To prevent the Saint Spirit Race from tracking him through the curses, he had used the Immortal Fire inside the Demon-Refining Pot to burn them all away.
Afterward, he had transformed his appearance as well. Even if that fire spirit Great Sage stood before him, he would never recognize Jiang Zhu.
The Saint Spirit Fortieth Pass could be considered a mighty city. Its walls towered into