The Man’s Decree

Beyond the Ten Thousand Swords Mountains, on the edge of the Crimson Blood Plains,

the once overwhelming and arrogant allied forces of the Myriad Souls Demon Sect and the Fusion Beast Saint Sect were now utterly routed. Like a flock of sheep being driven, they abandoned their armor and weapons, fleeing in panic towards their stronghold.

When they arrived, they were a dark, imposing mass, demonic clouds obscuring the sun, their roars of beasts shaking the heavens;

now they were scattered and demoralized. Many disciples even wished they had two more legs, hastily discarding their sect’s attire, fearing recognition from the pursuing killing gods.

At the very front of the column, Soul Fiend’s face was deathly pale, his eyes vacant and unfocused, his body staggering, as if he had aged thousands of years overnight.

The indifferent gaze of David replayed in his mind, the nonchalant way he casually annihilated the Demon Rock with a wave of his hand.

The terrifying sight of a single sword aura turning hundreds of elite warriors into dust.

And finally, the sword strike that ignored all defenses and completely obliterated the Supreme Elder, Ghost Bone Elder… Each scene was like the sharpest ice pick, repeatedly piercing his mind and pride.

Defeated!

Utterly defeated, utterly and completely lost.

Not only had they suffered heavy losses, losing more than 70% of their elite forces, but they had also lost their greatest reliance—the Supreme Elder, Ghost Bone Elder.

After this battle, the Myriad Souls Demon Sect was severely weakened. Not only could they not continue to dominate the Crimson Blood Plains, but whether they could even preserve their foundation in the face of other covetous forces in the Tenth Heaven was now uncertain.

What terrified him even more were David’s last, chilling words: “Tell the Soul Devourer to wash his neck and wait…”

a backer, an opportunity, now seemed to be a death

came for the

he seemed… to

sorts of emotions intertwined and churned in

towards the direction of the sect’s main altar deep within the Crimson Blood Plain, perpetually shrouded in dense demonic energy, a sliver of morbid hope rekindling in his

must

at the few remaining trusted elders beside him: “Speed ​​up! Return to the sect! Return to the sect

…

Sword Sect, inside the

surviving the calamity intertwined with

their eyes, to collect the remains of their fellow disciples, clean up the battlefield, and repair the damaged

saved, the price paid was equally heavy. More than a third

the main hall, Ling Yunzi, supported by several elders,

weak, but his eyes were filled with excitement and gratitude as he looked at the figure in

Ling Yunzi pushed away the support and bowed deeply to the ground, his voice choked with emotion, “If it weren’t for Senior’s divine intervention and miraculous turn of events today, the ten-thousand-year

virtue in protecting the sect will never be forgotten by Ling Yunzi and the entire Xuantian Sword Sect! Please

still able to move behind him bowed in unison, solemnly bowing to David, the scene solemn

them up, and a gentle

Ling, there’s no need for such formality. I have some connection with Miss Ling

was calm, without taking

hint of worry appeared in his eyes: “Senior, my daughter Ling Shuang… she went to