Attacking the Phoenix Clan, Houtu Emerges from Seclusion

Upon sensing Yuanfeng's aura, Di Jun's heart pounded wildly; this aura was on par with that of the Ancestral Dragon.

She forced herself to suppress her fear, knowing that things couldn't be resolved peacefully today.

Donghuang Taiyi held the Chaos Bell in front of him, his expression extremely solemn.

At her peak, Yuanfeng could easily have killed the two sisters, or even been stronger.

Once war breaks out, the demon army will suffer heavy losses. Weighing the pros and cons, Di Jun took a deep breath, bowed to Yuanfeng, and said, "Fellow Daoist Yuanfeng, this matter is a misunderstanding. We were misled by rumors and thought the Phoenix Clan was in trouble, so we came to help."

Unexpectedly, it was all a misunderstanding. We will withdraw our troops immediately, and hope that you will forgive us, fellow Daoist."

These words were spoken in a grand and righteous manner, but everyone present could hear the plea for mercy in them.

However, Yuanfeng was no fool; she didn't believe such an explanation.

Yuanfeng sneered and mocked, "Help? Leading billions of demons to besiege my mountain gate and destroy my protective formation, you call that helping? Di Jun, do you take me for a three-year-old child? My Phoenix Clan's ancestral land is not a place you can come and go as you please!"

Di Jun's face turned pale and then flushed, but he forced himself to remain calm and asked, "Then, in your opinion, what do you suggest?"

"If we don't leave an explanation for what happened today, won't everyone dare to come and cause trouble in front of my Phoenix Clan in the future?"

"Your demon race is wealthy and powerful, and surely you have no shortage of treasures. Leave behind three Top-grade Houtian Spiritual Treasure, and we'll consider today's karma settled."

"What?"

Three more Top-grade Houtian Spiritual Treasure!

Di Jun was stunned. Ancestral Dragon wanted three, and Yuanfeng wanted three too. The demon race had just been established; wasn't this like cutting off their flesh?

Each Top-grade Houtian Spiritual Treasure is a powerful artifact for suppressing destiny, and even the Demon Clan Heavenly Court has an extremely limited number of them.

Di Jun gritted his teeth, but softened after feeling Yuanfeng's imposing aura.

If they don't give it to her today, she might really not be able to leave. She and Donghuang Taiyi exchanged a glance and saw helplessness in each other's eyes.

Di Jun sighed softly, gritted his teeth, and took out three spiritual treasures, presenting them to Yuanfeng: "Fellow Daoist Yuanfeng, these are three spiritual treasures. Please take a look."

Yuanfeng waved his sleeve, gathering the three spiritual treasures into his hand. After confirming their authenticity, he snorted coldly, his oppressive aura slowly dissipating, and said indifferently, "Get lost."

Upon hearing this, Di Jun breathed a sigh of relief, daring not to linger for even a moment, and immediately ordered, "Withdraw the troops!"

The territory of the demon race.

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi speechless.

They originally thought that with the power of the demon race, they could subdue the Phoenix Clan and unify the Primordial World.

Who would have thought that Yuanfeng, who should have been severely weakened during the Dragon-Han Calamity, had already recovered her cultivation to its peak.

Not only did they fail, but they also lost three more magical treasures.

Di Jun grew angrier the more he thought about it, staring intently at Ji Meng.

"Ji Meng!"

Ji Meng's legs went weak, and he immediately knelt down on the ground, trembling and not daring to even breathe.

She knew that such a major blunder had occurred during this trip to the Phoenix Clan, and she was largely to blame.

Di Jun walked step by step to her, his eyes filled with rage. "Is this what you meant by 'absolutely foolproof'? Is this how you tell me that the Phoenix Clan has no foundation like the Dragon Clan?"

Di Jun roared, and a wisp of Solar True Fire instantly landed beside Ji Meng, with a scorching wave of heat rushing towards him.

Ji Meng was terrified and kowtowed repeatedly, pleading, "Your Majesty, please forgive me! Your Majesty, please forgive me! It was my Buzhou; I deserve to die a thousand deaths. I beg Your Majesty to spare my life!"

She had intended to share the Emperor's burdens and gain some benefits, but her cleverness backfired, leading to such a disaster.

Seeing her like this, Di Jun's anger intensified. She took a deep breath and prepared to order punishment.

However, in order to save his life, Ji Meng, in a moment of quick thinking, suddenly raised his head, a glint of madness flashing in his eyes. "Your Majesty! The matter of the Phoenix Clan is my fault!"

But the best course of action now is to restore the honor my demon race has lost! I have a plan that may make amends!

Di Jun sneered, scrutinizing her closely, and slowly said, "Go on, I want to see what kind of nonsense you have to spout."

Ji Meng breathed a sigh of relief and said repeatedly, "Let's not talk about the Dragon and Phoenix Clans..."

I do not believe that the cultivation of the First Qilin can be restored. We should take advantage of the situation, raise an army, conquer Qilin Cliff, and subdue the Qilin Clan.

In this way, we can not only make up for the losses, but also deter all races in the Primordial World world and demonstrate the might of our demon race!

As soon as she finished speaking, Donghuang Taiyi let out a mocking sneer.

"Oh."

Donghuang Taiyi stepped forward, and with a gentle shake of the Chaos Bell in his hand, an invisible suppressive force rendered Ji Meng unable to move.

She looked down at Ji Meng, her gaze as if he were a dead object. "Haven't you disgraced my demon race enough? Ancestral Dragon and Yuanfeng's cultivation has already recovered..."

Use your lard-covered brain to think about it. Can you guarantee that First Qilin's cultivation hasn't recovered?

Ji Meng was speechless after being rebuked, and cold sweat soaked his entire body.

The Ancestral Dragon and the Yuanfeng, two overlords who were once on par with the First Qilin, have both recovered. How could the First Qilin be any different?

"Your Majesty, I am foolish and I know I was wrong! Please spare my life!" Ji Meng collapsed to the ground, his heart finally at peace.

Di Jun's last shred of patience vanished, and he immediately ordered, "Guards, drag Ji Meng away and imprison him in the Heavenly Prison to be tortured with the True Fire of the Sun for a thousand years! As a warning to others!"

As soon as the order was given, two golden-armored Demon God immediately stepped forward and dragged Ji Meng up like a dead dog.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty, spare my life! I dare not do it again! Your Taiyi, save me!"

Ji Meng's cries for mercy echoed throughout the hall, but he found that under the imposing presence of Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi, no one dared to plead for him.

Buzhou Mountain.

Chu Feng was meditating cross-legged when, at that moment, Luohu's avatar suddenly appeared.

"You seem to be living a comfortable life, spending most of your time in seclusion within my Witch Clan's territory. Is there some ulterior motive behind this?" Luohu looked at Chu Feng with a mocking expression.

Chu Feng was utterly speechless and tried to argue with her. "What purpose could I possibly have? I don't have anywhere else to go right now; I'm just cultivating here."

"Tch, I think you're just lusting after the beauty of the Twelve Ancestral Witches. Tell me, do you want to add them to your harem as well?" Luohu smiled calmly, looking at him with amusement.

"No, are you kidding me? Do you really think I'm a stud? Do you think I can handle that?"

Chu Feng was speechless. Luohu was simply Black Lotus, different from Hongjun's personality, yet similar in some ways.

Luohu is decisive and speaks his mind. He is ruthless in achieving his goals and will stop at nothing to improve his cultivation.

Hongjun, on the other hand, is introverted. He appears honest and approachable, with a gentle personality, but in reality, he holds back his words and doesn't even tell the truth. He is incredibly cunning.

The only thing they have in common is that they are both far-sighted and thoughtful in their pursuit of truth.

Without the system, if they encountered ruthless figures like Luohu and Hongjun, even the female versions of them, they would probably be completely devoured, or even killed on the spot.

Luohu smiled and tempted, "What's wrong with taking them in? The Witch Clan's fortune is at its peak, no less than that of the three clans back then."

If you have the ability to subdue those twelve barbarians, wouldn't that be wonderful? At that time, who in this Primordial World world would dare to contend with you?

"Tch, it's not even close to being settled yet, let's talk about it later."

Chu Feng simply ignored her and continued his cultivation.

Just as Luohu's avatar was about to speak again, his expression suddenly changed. Sensing the aura, he snorted coldly, and his figure instantly turned into black smoke and dissipated.

Almost simultaneously, a gentle voice rang out.

"Brother Chu, I've emerged from seclusion."

As soon as he finished speaking, a petite and exquisite figure appeared in front of Chu Feng; it was Houtu.

She looked at Chu Feng and asked softly, "Brother Chu, who were you talking to just now?"