Jiang Wang released all memories of Rao Bingzhang with Immortal Thoughts, fully aware that this would certainly provoke Jiang Mengxiong’s wrath.

To rouse an army in anger, the wise do not take.

But what right does he have to prevent Jiang Mengxiong from knowing about Rao Bingzhang’s thirteen years of struggle in the Demon Clan’s Territory?

What reason does he have to let Rao Bingzhang’s pain remain silent in the heavens and earth?

Thirteen years ago, Jiang Mengxiong came to the Demon Clan’s Territory, bringing back only the Shao Hua Spear.

Today, thirteen years later, he only learns that Rao Bingzhang was tortured in the Demon Clan’s Territory for thirteen years. Suffering to death, yet harboring "Three Thoughts" in his heart until the end.

Perhaps it is because a God Descending Realm cultivator wandered alone for nearly half a year and could return entirely from the Demon Clan’s Territory, this news is too moving.

Or perhaps the opening of the Shenxiao World indeed broke the shackles of the Demon Clan, touching the nerves of the Human Race.

At such a moment, the Human and Demon Clans kept escalating. Heavenly Demon True Monarchs kept coming, you sing and I appear.

Like Chan Fayuan from Ancient Nan Mountain and Ji Xingkong from Black Lotus Temple, who have already retreated from the Star Vault battle.

Like the Jingguo North Celestial Master Wu Daoyou, the Jingguo Divine Pride Grand Commander Lu Yandu entering urgently, and the True Monarch Yuwen Guo of Mugu who was already on rotation guarding Suiming City...

But no matter what kind of Absolute Summit powerhouse, none could overshadow Jiang Mengxiong at this moment.

He stood before the Demon Clan’s South Celestial City, clenching his fists tightly.

That pair of Finger Tigers, renowned throughout the heavens, was properly worn on his hands.

With a grip, Heaven and Earth darkened.

The entire Wunan battlefield was shrouded in his shadow. He was the unparalleled War God, the dark Soldier Slayer surging miles, like a dragon, like a tiger, like a forest of swaying arms, like drums rallying a million troops.

With a grip, even gods and ghosts wept in sorrow.

Countless strong souls wailed beneath his Finger Tigers!

Such fists have killed kings of a nation, national column generals, Heavenly Demons, Emperor Lords, and even Heavenly Demons!

Under Jiang Mengxiong’s fists, no nameless one dies.

From south to north, from east to west, from the present world to the heavens.

His fists are unique to Heaven and Earth, his fists are endless Hell.

At this moment, his expression could not be seen, not even anger.

There is no longer Rao Bingzhang in this world.

There’s no longer me in this world either.

Everything ceases to exist, only the fists.

Only the fists!

Today, the True Monarchs came not more than the Heavenly Demons.

But Jiang Mengxiong acted first, alone, facing seven Heavenly Demons with fists simultaneously!

Aside from the golden-armored red-robed Yuan Xianting, who could withstand?

Large swaths of space collapsed, spatiotemporal order shattered, no Dao Principles permitted to exist, the Yuan Force within tens of miles swept clean! Jiang Mengxiong no longer spoke, but his fist, time and again, smashed the heavens and the earth, incessantly thundering a name.

"Tiger Taisui! Tiger Taisui!"

Not seeing blood today, not resting easy in this life!

You have Three Thoughts.

As a teacher, haven’t I also missed you... for thirteen years!

...

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On the Demon Clan’s side: Shi Anxuan, Qi Guanying, Yuan Xianting, Lu Ximing, Xuan South Duke, Chan Fayuan, Ji Xingkong.

On the Human Race’s side: Jiang Mengxiong, Qin Changsheng, Zuo Xiao, Wu Daoyou, Lu Yandu, Yuwen Guo.

A total of thirteen Absolute Summit powerhouses from both clans launched a slaughter at the Wunan battlefield.

This might be a prelude to the Shenxiao War.

By now, the news of Shenxiao World’s opening was well-known to the high echelons of the Human Race.

The Human Race had to accept the fact that a new defense line was needed. This would inevitably affect the entire real-world pattern, affecting the Human Race’s posture towards various realms.

Today’s event may serve as a probe against the Demon Clan.

Such a terrifying war could no longer involve ordinary armies.

Wenren Shen hurriedly withdrew his forces.

Even powerful True Man like Ku Jue, who had just displayed divine might, had to hurriedly flee with his precious disciple.

Jiang Wang rested behind Lord Zuo, his whole body no longer tense, relaxed like a young master touring the flower street by carriage, leisurely watching the Absolute Summits battle.

Despite surviving the ordeal, his body covered in blood and dirt, he still methodically tied his long hair with a ribbon. Methodically controlling the Ruyi Immortal Clothes, cleaning himself.

In these more than five months, he fought repeatedly, defeated repeatedly, tried repeatedly, despaired repeatedly, and yet pushed forward each time.

Not speaking of pain when in pain, nor despair when in despair, nor stopping, nor letting go.

He faced death countless times in Shenxiao World, as strong as a symbol named "strong," rather than a specific person. Seeming unaware of pain, unaware of suffering, unaware of giving up, seemingly able to endure everything!

But how can anyone possibly endure everything?

He is just a twenty-two-year-old young man.

Only because at that time he was in the Demon Clan’s Territory, knowing he had no one to rely on!

Until now...

Human Race True Monarchs descended one after another.

Senior Guanyan, like a teacher and friend, escorted him all the way.

Ku Jue, treating him as if a child or nephew, slashed Que Mengchen in anger.

The Great Qi’s God of War, like a Calming Sea Divine Needle, challenged the Heavenly Demons.

Duke Huai, treating him like a beloved grandson, stood in front of him.

He could finally relax, even thinking of slightly tidying his appearance.

Although... fatigue surged like a tide. His mind dizzying in circles, every muscle on his body pleaded for relaxation, every bit of Path Origin silent, every ounce of blood energy reluctant to boil again.

Suddenly, the nape of his neck tightened.

His body instinctively on alert, his right hand holding the sword by reflex, but then relaxed in that familiar presence.

Thus, being dragged by the nape by Ku Jue, he withdrew in the direction of Wu An City.

The battle among Absolute Summers exploded right behind.

Boundless clouds swirled through the Six Harmonies, blazing light fought the Nine Skies.

Jiang Wang wanted the yellow-faced old monk to adjust his posture, for the dignified Marquis Wu’an of Daqi being dragged by the nape seemed rather unseemly. But the speed of the old monk Kula was extraordinary; before he could speak, he found himself in the city, thrown onto a very large and soft bed.

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