As one of the senior commanders of the Heavenly River Army today, he still retained many traces of his past disposition, so his emotions were far richer than those of the celestial soldiers, who were little more than walking corpses.
Now that something had stirred within him, another question arose in his mind: who was the person wielding that sword light?
But he could no longer spare any attention for that small thought. Seeing the sword light about to fly out of sight, his anger surged higher and higher. You dare run!
He swept his Great Ji, and all the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals around him instantly dissolved into black vapor, then reappeared ahead of the sword light, their ranks orderly and their murderous aura chilling.
Seeing countless spears appear ahead like a dense forest, Cui Jiuyang immediately halted his sword light.
The River Lord smiled bitterly. "Within the Heavenly River, once they discover you, there's no escaping. These Heavenly Soldiers and Generals are like a festering sore clinging to the bone. Wherever you go, they'll follow."
Cui Jiuyang looked at the formation before him, particularly the celestial general who had reappeared behind it carrying the Great Banner. He chuckled, pulled the River Lord back to stand behind him, and said, "If they dare follow, they must dare die! Protect yourself and don't get hurt again. If you die, who the hell is going to guide me?"
Three Chi Seven hovered before him, releasing streaks of crimson sword light.
From his sleeve, he drew another sword, hazy and pitch-black. It was the Soul Sword Great-Grandfather had left him before his departure.
If you're going to stand there in formation without interfering, you can't blame me for unleashing my strongest move!
Cui Jiuyang crossed his hands before his chest, then pointed