The rain poured down, thunder and lightning roared, and furious rumbles echoed endlessly over She Mountain. The weeping heavens turned the clouds a menacing, pitch-black color. The rain, falling like steel wires, glinted in the fiery light flashing from within the clouds.
No matter how the heavens cried, no matter how they raged, nothing could stop the Heaven Swaying Sword in Tu Xiao'an's hand.
First, he had slain the Gray Demon King; next, he would slay the Yellow Demon King. Tu Xiao'an was going to clear all obstacles from the Yaoling Mountain Range.
As the sword came down, the sky trembled. Below, countless demons cried out in alarm. The experts of the Weasel clan burned with rage, their roars soaring into the sky.
In contrast, the Yellow Demon King himself—perhaps because his body was restrained—could only resign himself to his fate. He was surprisingly calm, simply watching as the light of the Heaven Swaying Sword enveloped him.
He didn't even make a sound.
And then...!
