At the instant the bird-headed man appeared, Jiang Ding felt a chill in his heart, almost immediately initiating his backup strategic retreat plan.
Heavenly Monarch!
This is the goddamn breath of a Heavenly Monarch!
Anyone else might have been mistaken, but he took lessons from Yuanshang every year, how could he possibly be wrong?
It was a demon race Heavenly Monarch, one who could use his physical body to directly shatter the void—a demon race Heavenly Monarch!
But then, again...
"Kill!"
Jiang Ding let out a low shout.
"Sword Nine·Yang!"
Clang!
The Taiqing Flying Sword vibrated with a hum, whistling as it absorbed the endless Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi, the sword-light hazy and splitting, with the sound of the golden crow's cry spreading in all directions.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Suddenly,
Nine Great Suns soared into the sky, their dazzling halos spreading across heaven and earth.
Nine Great Suns appeared in the sky!
