In the instant that unfamiliar demonic power burst out across the heavens, a measure of confusion rose in the single-horned tiger demon's heart. Apart from the Thousand Demon Den — could it be some other wild demon had entered the estate as well?

But it was only an instant. Its expression changed abruptly. That surging killing intent was, of all things, aimed at itself!

"The nerve!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the golden horn on the single-horned tiger demon's brow turned to streaming light and gathered into its right palm, condensing into a domineering golden saber. It swung the blade abruptly, chopping up toward the sky.

For demons, refining some marvelous part of themselves into a weapon was a fairly common technique. This tiger demon's single horn was of fearsome renown, no less than a treasure in its own right. There was no telling how many departed souls it had cut down to earn the fine title of Golden-Saber Demon King.

Clang—

The black mist across the long saber Deep Abyss abruptly scattered apart. The golden saber, by contrast, burst into radiance, its might vast and imposing — enough to leave a few cracks upon that ink-black blade.

Superior and inferior were judged at a glance.

But unlike the weapons, the tiger demon gripping the golden saber, its arms swelling like small hills, let out a crack of splitting bone. Not even a single breath had it held out before the boundless, mighty force pressed it straight to its knees!

Its knees slammed into the ground with a roar, terrifying cracks instantly spreading across the earth, until the surrounding peaks seemed to tremble.

And the scene revealed to the crowd's eyes was more chilling still. The handsome young man held the saber one-handed — while in his other hand he was, of all things, dangling a scholar whose face was frozen in a daze.

One hand alone could press a demon king down so it couldn't rise?! What manner of terrifying strength was this.

Right after, the young man tossed the scholar toward Chen Zhong in passing. His gaze fell on…