"That means, as long as they are beasts, as long as they are obstacles, killing them is equivalent to slaying the Heavenly Demon, which weakens the Heavenly Demon!"
"Isn't that killing two birds with one stone!"
So, there's no need to be confused anymore.
An Jing solidified his heart, his Dao.
He rose from his Cave Heaven.
Outside, in the Ancestral Dragon Hall.
An Jing rose from in front of the Ancestor Dragon Scale.
He exhaled a breath.
That breath seemed light but was actually as heavy as gold. The visible heavy Qi Force seemed almost solid, and as it fell to the ground, it burst forth with a roar, transforming into overlapping rings, surging and spreading in all directions like waves of clouds, causing the floor of the sturdy hall to tremble.
Behind him, a shadowy image of a broken blade quietly appeared.
The Evil Suppressing Sword floated silently, yet it seemed like the center of the universe, causing the Great Void around it to become uneven due to its presence.
