"Heaven's Mandate is here! We are saved!"
"It's the Heaven's Mandate! The Celestial Emperor's most elite warriors!"
The soldiers in golden armor halted the moment the Heaven's Mandate appeared on the field; they dropped to their knees and gave thanks to the heavens.
'Heaven's Mandate? Yuan thought, amused. What an arrogant title for an army…' He studied the massive red banner with Heaven's Mandate written boldly in gold and felt the power radiating from it press down on the battlefield.
"The Heaven's Mandate… damned puppets of heaven! How dare you show your faces before me!" Yuan roared at them, a defiant cry that shook the sky.
Killing intent rolled off him like a tidal wave, sweeping toward the Heaven's Mandate.
Soldiers on the Mandate's side began to cough up blood and fall, their bodies failing from exposure to that murderous aura. Those with weaker cultivation died instantly—a rare, terrifying phenomenon that left even Yuan speechless.
