By the time Ye Wushuang and Imperial Clan Elder Liu Ning arrived at the border of the Dragon Empire, war had already erupted.
The demons had unleashed their lesser kin, allowing them to slaughter freely.
Countless citizens of the Dragon Empire had fallen to these fiends.
Some demons tore people apart with their bare hands, drinking their blood fresh. Others snatched up children and devoured them whole.
Pleading cries filled the air—
“Please, I beg you! Don’t eat my child! Take me instead! My flesh is richer, my blood stronger—just spare my baby!”
“No! Don’t kill my wife! DON’T—”
“Eat me! Just eat me! My family’s already gone… I don’t want to live like this anymore!”
The wails of children, the desperate sobs of mothers, the hollow pleas of those who had lost everything—it all merged into a chorus of despair.
Yet the demons didn’t stop.
They were like devils unleashed, reveling in the carnage. The border had become a living hell, drenched in blood and screams.
Worst of all? The demonic army watched with amusement, grinning as if this were nothing more than entertainment.
When Ye Wushuang arrived and saw this, fury ignited in his chest.
“You wretched demons—HOW DARE YOU HARM MY PEOPLE?!”
Without hesitation, he struck.
His supreme-grade sword flashed, unleashing a devastating arc of energy that split into countless razor-sharp beams. In an instant, every demon butchering civilians was reduced to paste.
Ye Wushuang had zero tolerance for such cruelty.
Even in this merciless world of cultivation, he refused to abandon his humanity.
Yet despite his slaughter, the demonic army remained unfazed.
Their expressions didn’t even flicker—as if nothing had happened.
The leader of the demons even smirked.
“Ah, the Dragon Empress. We’ve been waiting for you.”
To them, the slain demons were mere insects. The murdered humans? Less than insects.
This had all just been a game—a way to pass the time until their real prey arrived.
So they laughed.
But Ye Wushuang wasn’t laughing.
“Do you demons even understand the consequences of provoking the Dragon Empire?”
“The last time the Divine Dragon Clan crossed us, they paid with ten great realms.”
“Tell me—can your kind afford that price?”
His words spoke of reparations, but his heart burned with killing intent.
What he truly wanted wasn’t compensation—it was annihilation.
Especially after the Vermilion Bird’s ambush. That demon had nearly killed him. If not for Liu Ning’s clone hidden within the Sky-Overturning Seal, Ye Wushuang wouldn’t have escaped alive.
The more he spoke, the deeper his rage festered.
But the demons only grew more arrogant.
“Reparations? Why would we pay anything? Once we crush your empire, no one will dare demand a thing from us!”
“Though… if you surrender everything you took from the Fire Prison—along with all your empire’s secret techniques and treasures—we might consider sparing your life.”
The speaker was a Golden Nine-Headed Lion, though he had long since refined his nine heads into one, achieving unparalleled wisdom and combat prowess.
Among demonkind, he stood at the peak of the Immortal Emperor Realm—a true overlord.
Officially, he commanded this army.
Unofficially? Ye Wushuang didn’t care.
“What gives you the right to speak to me? You’re nothing. Call out the Vermilion Bird—I have unfinished business with that coward.”
The lion’s remaining head recoiled as if struck.
“YOU DARE HUMILIATE ME?!”
This was beyond anything he’d expected.
As a top-tier Immortal Emperor, second only to the demonic sovereigns, few in the entire demon race could rival him.
Yet this so-called empress—a mere Immortal King—dared dismiss him like trash?
The insult was unbearable.
“You impudent brat! I’LL TEAR YOU APART MYSELF!”
If Sovereigns were untouchable, then Immortal Emperors were only half a step below.
To the lion, Ye Wushuang’s royal status meant nothing against the gap in their cultivation.
With a roar, he lunged, even summoning his Immortal Emperor-grade treasure to ensure the kill.
Ye Wushuang’s response?
A single, ruthless slash.
Light split the heavens. The sword’s edge seemed to pierce reality itself.
Having mastered the Grass Character Sword Technique and grown even stronger, Ye Wushuang’s strike carried terrifying power.
Onlookers gasped—some even hallucinated visions of a nine-leaf sword grass swaying in the void, its gentle rustling unleashing sword beams capable of cleaving worlds.
The moment that sword light flashed, instinctive terror gripped the crowd.
