Inside Eight Scenery Palace, even the ever-composed Laozi could not help feeling somewhat tense at Li Yuan's actions.
"This Daoist admits that the disciples of the Three Teachings are all gifted, good children."
"But what difference is there between sending these disciples to storm the Demon Court and sending a rabble?"
The Demon Court had four Demon Emperors: Demon Emperor Dijun, Eastern Emperor Taiyi, Emperor Fuxi, and Empress Wa Nuwa.
Nuwa had already Attained Dao and Become Saint, while the remaining three were all peak Quasi-Sage great powers of the Primordial World.
Even setting that aside, there was Kunpeng, another peak Quasi-Sage, along with ten Demon Saints at the Quasi-Sage realm.
What about the disciples of the Three Teachings? Their strongest members were no more than Xuandu, Guangchengzi, Duobao, and Li Yuan.
Three Golden Immortals and one Mystic Immortal—what were they going to accomplish?
Kunpeng could swallow them in one bite after assuming his true form.
Yuanshi likewise sucked in a cold breath, though he still forcibly suppressed the panic in his heart.
"Li Yuan is a child with his own ideas. He must have a way to deal with this."
Then he turned and instructed Tongtian.
"Third Brother, when it is time to draw your sword, do not hesitate."
Tongtian instantly brought out the Four Swords of Immortal Execution and let out a strange, cackling laugh.
"My time to perform has come!"
The Three Pure Ones stared intently at the disciples of the Three Teachings led by Li Yuan, afraid that something might happen to their beloved disciples.
At the same time, Ao Moang returned to Demon Saint Ji Meng's palace and tearfully complained.
"Grandfather, they were not just spanking my butt. They were slapping your face!"
Ji Meng stared at Ao Moang with a complicated expression.
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"That cannot be right. It was only supposed to be a formality—how did it escalate to this extent?"
"Tell me exactly what happened after you went to the Dragon Race."
Ao Moang endured the throbbing pain in his butt and replied.
"As you command, Grandfather. When I arrived at the Dragon Race, I let out a roar—"
The moment he began speaking, Demon Saint Ji Meng's vision went black.
This idiot grandson is trying to kill me!
After hearing the whole account, Ji Meng felt a sweetness rising in his throat. He was about to cough up blood.
"Do you think the position of Demon Saint is quite nice, and you want to sit in it?"
Ao Moang's eyes lit up. He rose to his feet and loudly declared.
"A demon who does not want to become a Demon Saint is not a good Demon King. Your grandson has coveted the position of Demon Saint for a long time and swears to become one!"
Bang—!!!
Ji Meng slammed his palm down on the table and roared.
"Drag him away! Drag him away!"
Several Demon Kings immediately dragged Ao Moang away.
At the same time, a Demon Soldier rushed in to report in panic.
"Report—Demon Saint, Li Yuan, the personal disciple of the Human Teaching, is leading the disciples of the Three Teachings straight toward the palace."
"Only, the battle situation... the battle situation is rather strange. Even the Demon Gods cannot control the situation."
Ji Meng's brows furrowed tightly at those words. He flicked his sleeve and snorted coldly.
"You cannot handle anything. You need this Saint to personally deal with everything. What use are you?!"
The Demon Soldier stammered, seeming to hesitate before speaking.
"But the situation is truly strange."
Demon Saint Ji Meng strode through the air and coldly rebuked him.
"This Saint has fought hundreds and thousands of battles, large and small. I have seen countless strange battlefields. How laughable!"
The next moment, Ji Meng appeared on the battlefield between the disciples of the Three Teachings and the army.
Yet the instant he arrived, Li Yuan's furious roar echoed in his ears.
"We are all disciples of the Three Teachings, backed by the Three Pure Saints! Come on, then—if you have the guts, fucking kill me!"
Immediately afterward came the roaring voices of the Three Teachings' disciples, like crashing mountains and raging seas.
"We are all disciples of the Three Teachings, backed by the Three Pure Saints! Come on, then—if you have the guts, fucking kill me!"
Their voices echoing through the air were even more effective than a Saint taking action.
The demon soldiers who had still been stubbornly resisting immediately threw down their weapons and armor and turned to flee.
Ji Meng's mouth twitched slightly as he stood there dumbfounded.
"Damn it, this Saint has never seen such... shameless people!"
Li Yuan brought out the Southern Earth Detaching Flame Light Flag while releasing Southern Blazing Fire, Nirvana Divine Fire, and Pure Yang True Fire.
A sharp light flickered in his eyes, and with a broad grin, he continued shouting.
"How much salary do you even earn in a year? Why risk your lives?"
The thousands of disciples from the Three Teachings behind him followed suit and shouted loudly.
"How much salary do you even earn in a year? Why risk your lives?"
At those words, another thirty percent of the demon soldiers turned and ran.
They fled without the slightest hesitation, tears even glistening at the corners of their eyes.
Fight if you wanted to fight, but why stab people right in the heart?
Not only were they inflicting physical harm, they were also attacking their souls.
(Crying noise)
Seeing how effective just two lines had been, Li Yuan shouted a third.
"You are not fighting for justice! We are in the right, we are not afraid, and we came here to reason with you!"
The disciples of the Three Teachings likewise roared.
"You are not fighting for justice! We are in the right, we are not afraid, and we came here to reason with you!"
This time, even the Demon Gods directly turned and left.
They were disciples of Saints, while we were just workers for the Demon Court. How the hell were we supposed to keep playing this game?!
Every sentence was a blade, every word pierced the heart.
Even if they could win the fight, their Dao Hearts would probably collapse once they returned.
They might as well disperse their cultivation from atop the Demon Court and leap down to attack the Primordial World's ground.
Ji Meng looked at the demon soldiers sprawled everywhere across the ground.
He also watched the disciples of the Three Teachings continuously form battle formations as they advanced, bringing out magical treasures and bombarding their enemies.
His eyelids twitched wildly as he inwardly broke down.
You call this reasoning?
If they had learned it from Tongtian, then it really was possible. This was Tongtian's version of reason.
The sight also left the Three Pure Ones utterly dumbfounded.
Laozi shook his head and sighed.
"This Daoist prides himself on being skilled in calculations, schemes, planning, and deduction, yet before my disciple Li Yuan, I am like a green recruit."
Yuanshi nodded in agreement.
"This is the greatest battlefield manipulation I have seen since I entered the world to cultivate."
Only Tongtian said stubbornly.
"If you ask me, just set out the Four Swords of Immortal Execution. Whoever comes will have to kneel."
Li Yuan stood before the disciples of the Three Teachings. Seeing that most of the Demon Court's army had already fled, he shouted loudly.
"Who among you is in charge? Step forward!"
The next moment, several Demon Gods standing beside Demon Saint Ji Meng took a step back.
They directly left Ji Meng standing out like a crane among chickens, incredibly conspicuous.
Ji Meng instantly went blank. He looked left and right, his mouth moving nonstop as though it had been smeared with honey.
"I treat you with all my heart, and you play mind games with me?"
But he really was the one in charge, so he could only brace himself and take responsibility.
"Young friends, you have come to visit our Demon Court. Naturally, you are welcome—most welcome."
They had been the ones in the wrong to begin with. The demon soldiers lay scattered everywhere, but none had died. Their opponents had shown restraint.
There was nothing wrong with saying they had come to reason with them.
They had displayed both their strength and the backing behind them, making everyone calm down.
All that could be said was that it was a fine method. He had learned something.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Three phantom figures of Saints suddenly appeared behind the disciples of the Three Teachings.
They merely stood there without speaking or making any extra movements.
Ji Meng immediately put on a smile and clapped in praise.
"Young friends, your arrival at the Demon Court truly brings glory to our humble halls!"
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