Jianming gripped his saber tighter than ever, his eyes bloodshot as a crimson aura surrounded him.
What damn demons dared to massacre the imperial people like this?
He looked back, watching his son-in-law and the marquis, along with the other dozens of experts responsible for protecting the five-color pavilion, already with their weapons in hand.
"Hm... I was having such a good day..." Jianming sighed, readying his saber.
His eyes fell on one of the demons in the astral body realm, killing thousands of civilians with every strike.
In a second, his body turned into a blur, the air behind him exploding as he disappeared.
When he reappeared, he was face to face with the demon, his saber tearing through the air with frightening power, aligned with the creature's neck.
To his surprise, the demon did not dodge. Quite the contrary.
It stood still, the blade sinking into the bluish skin of his neck and cutting until it stopped, just before the halfway point.
