Rebellious Son, Wicked Son, Evil Son, Obstacle Son: A Quadruple Strike!

Xuandu and the others all halted their steps.

They turned their gazes toward Li Yuan.

"Junior brother, that technique of yours... how did you do it?"

Guangchengzi had always been deeply interested in divine abilities and magical arts.

"To be able to perfectly mimic the auras of those top-tier greats—what a formidable technique."

Hearing this, Li Yuan chuckled and said, "Want to learn? I can teach you. First, you need an ordinary Pangu Physique, and then..."

Duobao quickly waved his hand to cut him off.

"Stop, stop. Just practice it yourself. As long as you're happy."

The Demon Emperor's pressure made even Ao Guang tremble.

He nearly went weak in the knees and knelt down.

The aura was simply identical, with not the slightest difference.

Aside from the disparity in cultivation realms, there was simply no flaw to be found.

And what had Li Yuan mentioned just now? The Pangu Physique.

Li Yuan looked down from on high at Ao Moang, who couldn't even stand, while his clone had already begun writing in the diary.

[West Sea Dragon King's legitimate son, Ao Moang, the most talented disciple among the third generation of the Dragon Race. Didn't expect him to be such a hothead. Still needs tempering.]

Inside the Eight Scenery Palace, Yuanshi frowned in displeasure.

"The Dragon Race actually has such an unruly disciple. It's time for Yellow Dragon to properly discipline them."

"I thought Ao Guang was a shrewd one, but it turns out he doesn't know how to teach his clansmen."

"If this personality continues to develop, it will eventually lead to disaster."

Tongtian's eyes went wide, and he thought to himself in shock, "Your own disciples are about to betray the sect and dare to look down on others with their noses in the air, and you call Moang unruly?"

"Compared to the four traitors, Ao Moang is practically a good kid, isn't he?"

Laozi, however, thought of the bigger picture, seeing through the surface to the essence.

"Logically speaking, given Dijun's personality and intellect, he would never let his subordinates commit such a foolish act."

"Even Demon Saint Ji Meng, who also came from the Purple Cloud Palace, shouldn't behave this way."

"How dare this child go to the Dragon Palace and shout like that?"

Tongtian crossed his arms and snorted twice.

"Well, to put it bluntly, I'll say it plainly—he's just a complete fool."

Yuanshi suddenly stared at Tongtian with great seriousness.

"Third brother, anyone can say that—except you."

Tongtian bristled like a startled cat and shouted, "Second brother, you're insulting me!"

Boom!!!

The Pre-Heaven Treasure, the Pangu Banner, appeared behind him, radiating the chaotic turbulence of primordial power.

It instantly made the somewhat flailing Tongtian sit up straight and proper.

Now obedient. Please spare me.

The Three Pure Ones turned their attention back to the Dragon Palace.

Li Yuan's gaze suddenly fell on Ao Moang's rear, and he raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Primordial Gluteus?"

"Ha-ya!"

He immediately launched a flurry of relentless kicks.

He kicked Ao Moang until he wailed incessantly, writhing in agony.

At the same time, Ao Moang stared at Li Yuan in shock and shouted, "When did His Majesty have a hidden illegitimate son in the Dragon Palace?"

Several black lines instantly appeared on Li Yuan's forehead, and he delivered several more kicks as he shouted, "I'm your uncle!"

Ao Moang's eyes filled with tears as he said indignantly, "Why are you cursing me out?"

"It was you who cursed me first!"

"The aura of a Three-legged Golden Crow—are you His Majesty's illegitimate son?"

"I'm your human race's Great Uncle Li Yuan!"

Ao Guang sighed, sidled over, and said softly.

"He really is your elder, don't talk back, child. Bear it a little longer, and you might keep your life."

Li Yuan delivered a final kick that sent Ao Moang flying off, vanishing beyond the horizon.

"Brat, if you don't greet your uncles and elders properly next time, I'll beat the hell out of you."

Then he dispersed his imposing aura, pulled Ao Guang close, and said quietly.

"You've been a good brother—just teaching him a lesson."

Ao Guang cupped his hands in reply.

"Thank you, fellow daoists, for showing restraint."

Soon after, he summoned West Sea Dragon King Ao Run and explained the earlier situation.

Ao Run instantly flew into a rage.

"Rebellious son! Wretched son! Evil son! Obstinate son! Well beaten, well beaten!"

He hurried over to Li Yuan and the others, asking with concern.

"As long as it didn't hurt you fellow daoists' hands and feet—that child's scales are tough; you need magic treasures."

Li Yuan sucked in a cold breath and quietly asked Kong Xuan.

"Are all father-son relationships among your Three Races this... unconventional?"

Kong Xuan replied without hesitation.

"After all, we're the ancient Three Races—it's pretty much the same for all of us."

The Three Races seemed to grasp a truth: having children was for playing with.

Li Yuan suddenly turned to Xuandu and said.

"Senior Brother, the Demon Court's actions are truly arrogant."

"Our purpose in descending the mountain is to resolve the conflict between Wu and Demon."

"Since the Demon Court has come to meddle with us first, we naturally have to make an example of them."

"As it happens, I have a rather excellent little plan."

The disciples of the Three Teachings gathered around.

"Speak, Junior Brother—we will certainly lend our full support."

Ao Guang, meanwhile, pulled Ao Run aside to keep their distance.

After all, they were still members of the Demon Court.

It wasn't realistic to have the Dragon Race oppose the Demon Court.

"Call in reinforcements—summon every junior brother and sister we can reach. We'll ascend the Demon Court together and reason with that Demon Saint Ji Meng."

Guangchengzi nodded slightly, quickly condensed a Jade Slip, and sent it out.

Before long, the disciples of the Exposition Sect all arrived.

Chijingzi, Ju Liusun, Yuding Zhenren, Taiyi Zhenren, Cihang Daoren, Wenshu Guangfa Tianzun, Puxian Daoren, Qingxu Daode Zhenjun, Lingbao Dafashi, Daoxing Tianzun.

Thus, the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Exposition Sect were now fully assembled within the Dragon Palace.

Duobao didn't hesitate either, summoning the disciples of the Interception Sect.

Jinling, Wudang, Guiling, Zhao Gongming, Yunxiao, Qiongxiao, Bixiao, the Seven Attendant Immortals, Lü Yue, Luoxuan, Shiji...

The number of Interception Sect disciples was even greater—dozens with known names.

And thousands more whose names weren't known.

Clearly, the claim of ten thousand immortals paying homage to the Interception Sect was no empty talk.

At the same time, Li Yuan didn't forget to record this grand plan in his diary.

[I have a plan—a plan to make the Demon Court remember, a plan to begin resolving the Wu-Demon conflict. I'm going to gamble.]

In the Jade Azure Palace, Tongtian saw the diary's contents and paced anxiously back and forth.

"He's gathering the disciples of the Three Teachings—what does he want to do? Does reasoning need this many people?"

"With this many, a single spit from each could drown Demon Saint Ji Meng."

"It can't be that he's attacking the Demon Court, can it? With the current cultivation levels of the Three Teachings' disciples, they can't even get past the Demon Gods."

"What exactly is my junior martial nephew trying to do? It's driving me crazy, driving me crazy, driving me crazy!"

He could only suppress his curiosity and continue watching toward the Dragon Palace.

There, Li Yuan was already standing on a high platform, holding the Southern Earth Detaching Flame Light Flag and shouting loudly, his fervent emotions making his hands wave continuously.

"Junior brothers, junior sisters—why have we descended the mountain? Tell me loudly!"

"To resolve the Wu-Demon conflict!"

"Now, the Demon Court dares to show us a strong-arm attitude. We have reason on our side, so of course we shall march together to the Demon Court and question the Demon Saint. Are you coming?"

"We go! We go! We go!"

"Excellent. But what if our strength isn't enough? We are disciples of a Saint—we have a Saint backing us. When the time comes to use our status, we use it."

"When I shout, everyone follows along, alright?!"

"We obey Senior Brother's decree!"

"Set out—for the Demon Court!"