Once those words had been spoken, heaven and earth fell silent.
Who was Ao Cang? Before Shen Yun had risen across the sky, he had already dominated the Heaven-Treading Ranking for two eras. With a flick of his finger, he could suppress and kill a Half-Immortal; his battle prowess could only be described as having reached the summit.
What did it mean for him to be this wary...? Just thinking about it was enough to send chills down the spine.
Amid this oppressive atmosphere--
Xuanmen shook violently, and a fierce wind suddenly rose. The demonic aura filling the sky seemed to have received an imperial edict, booming apart toward both sides.
Thump... thump...
Under the focus of countless gazes, a slender figure sauntered unhurriedly out of Xuanmen.
He was an extraordinarily handsome young man with a well-proportioned build. A black robe fluttered lightly in the wind, and his bearing was gentle and refined. If he had not appeared on this battlefield of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, he would have looked more like an elegant scholar.
Yet the moment he stood in the void--
Gu Hanzhou's Sword Qi froze.
Qi Yuan's Five Prisons divine mountain let out a mournful cry.
The dragon scales all over Ao Cang's body instinctively opened and closed, trembling violently!
As for the allied army below, they felt a shudder that came from the depths of their souls, as though ants were directly facing the vault of heaven, with even their lives and deaths no longer under their own control.
"Greetings, Lord Xuan Ji."
The Three Demon Generals shouted in unison, bowing respectfully.
Even the normally arrogant Lord Jin now restrained his heaven-surging demonic flames and bent slightly at the waist, displaying an attitude that was almost servile.
"No need for such formalities."
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