Three Teachings Disciples Wreak Havoc in the Demon Court!

Inside the Eight Scenery Palace, the ever-composed Laozi couldn't help but tense up at Li Yuan's actions.

"This Daoist admits that the disciples of the Three Teachings are all exceptionally gifted children."

"But what difference is there between these disciples charging the Demon Court and a rabble of disorderly mobs?"

The Demon Court had four Demon Emperors: Demon Emperor Dijun, Eastern Emperor Taiyi, Emperor Fuxi, and Empress Wa.

Among them, Empress Wa had already attained Dao and become a Saint; the remaining three were all top-tier Quasi-Sage peak powerhouses of the Primordial World.

At the very least, there were also peak Quasi-Sages like Kunpeng and ten Demon Saints at the Quasi-Sage realm.

As for the disciples of the Three Teachings, the strongest were merely Xuandu, Guangchengzi, Duobao, and Li Yuan.

Three Golden Immortals and one Mystic Immortal—what were they going to do?

Kunpeng could transform into his true form and swallow them in one gulp.

Yuanshi likewise sucked in a cold breath, but still forced down the panic in his heart.

"I think this child Li Yuan has his own judgment; he must have a solution."

Then he turned his head and instructed Tongtian.

"Third brother, when it's time to draw your sword, you must draw it."

Tongtian instantly summoned the Four Swords of Immortal Execution, letting out a cackling, eerie laugh.

"It's my turn to take the stage!"

The Three Pure Saints stared intently at the Three Teachings disciples led by Li Yuan, terrified that something might happen to these beloved students.

Meanwhile, Ao Moang had returned to the palace of Demon Saint Ji Meng, crying and complaining.

"Grandfather, they weren't hitting my butt—they were slapping your face!"

Ji Meng stared at Ao Moang with a complicated expression.

"What the hell are you spouting?"

"Impossible. It was just supposed to be a formality—how did it escalate to this level?"

"Tell me exactly what happened after you went to the Dragon Race."

Ao Moang, enduring the throbbing pain in his backside, replied.

"Obeying Grandfather's decree. When I arrived at the Dragon Race, I let out a roar..."

The moment he opened his mouth, Demon Saint Ji Meng's vision suddenly went dark.

This idiot grandson wants to ruin me!

After hearing the full story, Ji Meng felt a sweetness rise in his throat—he couldn't hold back the urge to spit blood.

"Do you think the position of Demon Saint is pretty good? Want to sit in it yourself?"

Ao Moang's eyes lit up, and he stood up, declaring loudly.

"A Demon Race member who doesn't want to be a Demon Saint isn't a good Demon King. Your grandson has long coveted the Demon Saint seat and sworn to become one."

Boom—!!!

Ji Meng slammed his palm onto the table, bellowing.

"Drag him away! Drag him away!"

Several Demon Kings directly hauled Ao Moang out.

At the same time, a panicked Demon soldier rushed in to report.

"Report—Reporting to the Demon Saint, Li Yuan, the personal disciple of the Humanity Sect, is leading the Three Teachings disciples straight toward the palace."

"But the battle... the battle situation is strange. Even the several Demon Gods can't control the situation."

Hearing this, Ji Meng furrowed his brows tightly, flicked his sleeve, and snorted coldly.

"Nothing gets done right. Everything requires This Saint to handle personally. What use are you?!"

The Demon soldier stammered, hesitating as if wanting to say more.

"But the situation really is strange."

Demon Saint Ji Meng strode through the air, barking coldly.

"This Saint has experienced thousands upon thousands of battles, large and small. I've seen plenty of strange battlefields—ridiculous!"

The next moment, Ji Meng appeared on the battlefield between the Three Teachings disciples and the army.

But no sooner had he arrived than Li Yuan's roar echoed in his ears.

"We are all disciples of the Three Teachings, backed by the Three Pure Saints! Come on, come on—if you've got the guts, kill me!"

Following that came the voices of the Three Teachings disciples, surging like mountains and seas.

"We are all disciples of the Three Teachings, backed by the Three Pure Saints! Come on, come on—if you've got the guts, kill me!"

The reverberation of those voices was more effective than even a Saint making a move.

The Demon soldiers, who had been putting up a stubborn resistance, directly threw down their weapons and armor, turning to flee.

The corners of Ji Meng's mouth twitched slightly, his expression frozen in shock.

"Damn it, this Saint has never seen such... thick-skinned shamelessness!"

Li Yuan offered up the Southern Earth Detaching Flame Light Flag, simultaneously unleashing the Southern Blazing Fire, Nirvana Divine Fire, and Pure Yang True Fire.

His eyes gleamed with sharp light, his face full of smiles as he continued to shout.

"How much salary do you even earn in a year? Why risk your lives for it!"

Behind him, thousands of disciples from the Three Teachings followed suit, speaking in unison.

"How much salary do you even earn in a year? Why risk your lives for it!"

As soon as these words were spoken, another thirty percent of the demon soldiers turned and fled.

Without a trace of hesitation, and with tears glistening at the corners of their eyes.

If you're going to fight, just fight—why stab at people's hearts?

Not only inflicting physical harm, but also delivering a blow to their spirits.

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Seeing how effective just two sentences were, Li Yuan shouted a third.

"You're not fighting for justice—we have reason on our side, we're not afraid, we've come to reason with you!"

The Three Teachings disciples also roared in unison.

"You're not fighting for justice—we have reason on our side, we're not afraid, we've come to reason with you!"

At this, even the Demon Gods directly turned and left.

They were disciples of saints, while we were just hired hands of the Demon Court—what the hell were we even playing for?

Every word cut like a blade, every syllable stabbed the heart.

Even if they could fight, their Dao hearts would probably shatter on the way back.

They directly dispersed their magic power from the Demon Court and leaped down to attack the Primordial World below.

Ji Meng, meanwhile, looked at the demon soldiers lying scattered all over the ground.

And the scene of Three Teachings disciples continuously forming formations and offering up magical treasures to bombard.

His eyelids twitched wildly, and he thought to himself in near collapse.

"You call this reasoning?"

If he had learned from Tongtian, it might actually be true—this was Tongtian's kind of reason.

This scene fell into the eyes of the Three Pure Ones, leaving them utterly dumbfounded.

Laozi shook his head and sighed.

"This Daoist prides himself on being skilled in schemes, calculations, and deductions, but before my disciple Li Yuan, I feel like a raw recruit."

Yuanshi also nodded in agreement.

"This is the greatest operation I have ever seen since I emerged into the world to cultivate."

Only Tongtian spoke with great dissatisfaction.

"If you ask me, just set up the Four Swords of Immortal Execution directly—whoever comes will have to kneel."

Li Yuan stood before the Three Teachings disciples, seeing that the Demon Court army had mostly fled, and shouted loudly.

"Who's in charge here? Take one step forward!"

The next moment, the several Demon Gods standing alongside Demon Saint Ji Meng all took a step back.

Directly making Ji Meng stand out like a crane among chickens, extremely conspicuous.

Ji Meng was instantly dumbfounded, looking left and right, his little mouth running like it was honeyed.

"I treat you heart to heart, and you play mind games with me?"

But he really was the one in charge, so he had no choice but to brace himself and take it.

"You young friends have come to visit our Demon Court—welcome, welcome indeed."

After all, they were the ones in the wrong. The demon soldiers lay scattered but none were dead; their attacks had been measured.

Saying they came to reason wasn't wrong either.

By showing their strength and the backing behind them, they made the other side calm down.

One could only say—good tactics, lesson learned.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three saintly projections suddenly appeared behind the Three Teachings disciples.

They just stood there, saying nothing, making no extra moves.

Ji Meng instantly put on a smiling face and clapped his hands in praise.

"For you young friends to grace the Demon Court with your presence truly makes this court shine!"