The hundred-zhang tall body of the Mingtian Emperor fell.
"Emperor!"
"No, it's not possible..."
The three thousand Imperial Clan Guards of the Horned Demon Warriors looked on in horror at the scene before them; their Emperor had fallen dead with a single move, fragile as a duckweed in the wind, as insignificant as ants.
"Kill! For revenge!"
"Kill..."
Many Imperial Guards roared in anger.
However, before they could do anything, they heard the searing sound of the Destroying Sword filling their Sea of Consciousness, and they lost their minds.
A large number of figures fell, heavy armor hit the ground, and the treasured weapons forged by the Imperial Clan dropped.
"Don't!"
"Spare their lives!"
An Tuzi, Xuanwu Daoist, and others cried out instinctively.
Jiang Ding ignored them. With a thought, Divine Sense moved to the fallen body of the Mingtian Emperor and stood atop his head, large as a mountain, gazing into his dim eyes.
The other Daoists hurried to follow suit.