The Witch Clan's Actor Group Debuts, The Demon Emperor is Forced to Sign an "Unequal Treaty"!

A detachment of Demon Clan scouts, personally led by the Black Wind Wolf King, crept along, hugging the ground as they advanced through a hidden mountain gully.

"My King, we're approaching the mandatory patrol route of those Witch Clan barbarians!" a scrawny wolf demon whispered, its tail nervously tucked between its legs.

The Black Wind Wolf King bared its teeth, revealing a set of yellow fangs. "Brothers, keep your spirits up! The Demon Master said this 'welcome gift' must leave a 'deep impression' on those Witch Clan brats!"

A glint of greed flashed in its eyes. If this task was handled well, the Demon Emperor's rewards would be substantial.

Before long, a patrol of about ten Witch Clan warriors, tall and imposing with fierce auras, came swaggering over, chatting and laughing.

"Attack!" the Black Wind Wolf King growled, and dozens of streams of demon energy shot out like silk ribbons, heading straight for the Witch Clan group.

"Pfft! Pfft!" Several Witch Clan warriors fell to the ground, blood gushing from their bodies. They twitched a few times and then lay still.

The remaining Witch Clan warriors were "greatly alarmed" and fled in "panic," their desperate cries for their companions' names echoing.

The Black Wind Wolf King smirked triumphantly. "Disengage! Let's report back to the Demon Master with our good news!"

It didn't notice that after they left, the fallen Witch Clan warriors quietly wiped off the "bloodstains"—a specially made red berry juice—from their bodies. They then took out antidotes from their pouches and stood up, grimacing.

"Hiss, the Thirteen Ancestral Witches' medicine is potent. I almost couldn't hold my breath."

"Alright, mission accomplished. Let's hurry back and report. We can't delay the Ancestral Witches' subsequent plans."

The news spread like wildfire, reaching the outskirts of Buzhou Mountain within a few hours.

"Did you hear? The Black Wind Wolf King ambushed a Witch Clan patrol and killed seven or eight witches!"

"Is that true? The Witch Clan are so fierce, the Demon Clan dared to kill them?"

"Absolutely true! Blood flowed everywhere, it was a gruesome sight!"

Inside the Demon Master's Palace, Kunpeng was gazing intently at a water mirror.

What was displayed in the mirror was the depths of Buzhou Mountain.

Suddenly, the image in the water mirror distorted violently before becoming incredibly clear.

In the core region of Buzhou Mountain, a colossal, blood-red heart phantom, seemingly connecting heaven and earth, was slowly pulsing! Each beat caused the mountains to tremble and the void to hum!

Myriad Witch Clan Great Witches and lesser witches, densely packed, surrounded the heart phantom. Their expressions were fanatical as they chanted ancient and obscure sacrificial texts, throwing pieces of "Pangu Divine Concrete" that shimmered with strange light into the heart phantom.

A terrifying Pangu pressure emanated, as if some forbidden existence was about to awaken!

A faint but clear treasure light flashed and vanished from deep within the heart phantom, so quickly it seemed like an illusion.

Kunpeng's body jolted violently, his face filled with horror.

"The Heart of Pangu... is it reviving? An Innate Supreme Treasure... is about to be born?"

Such earth-shattering phenomena, such terrifying pressure, could not be faked!

He dared not delay and immediately transformed into a streak of light, heading straight for the Lingxiao Treasure Hall.

Lingxiao Treasure Hall.

After hearing Kunpeng's report and combining it with the news of the Black Wind Wolf King's "great victory," Di Jun's handsome face shifted between grim and uncertain.

Taiyi paced anxiously beside him. "Big Brother! If the Heart of Pangu truly revives, our Demon Clan is in grave danger! That Innate Supreme Treasure must absolutely not fall into the hands of the Witch Clan!"

Di Jun raised a hand, stopping Taiyi. "The Witch Clan's actions are strange. They're undertaking such a world-shattering operation in Buzhou Mountain, yet their patrols are so easily defeated?"

Kunpeng added from the side, "Your Majesty, according to the Black Wind Wolf King, the strength of those Witch Clan patrols seemed much weaker than usual, easily defeated."

Di Jun pondered for a moment.

Could it be that the Witch Clan had transferred all their elites to oversee this "Heart of Pangu revival" ritual, leaving their outer defenses exposed?

Or perhaps, with the imminent birth of the Innate Supreme Treasure, some internal changes had occurred within the Witch Clan?

The emotions of "greed" and "fear" intertwined within him.

"Demon Master, I'll trouble you again. Send more elite scouts, equipped with our Demon Clan's secret 'Prohibition-Breaking Divine Shuttle,' to ascertain the truth of what lies deep within Buzhou Mountain!"

He gritted his teeth and continued, "Issue an order to hand over the 'Star Cores' and 'Void Divine Iron' collected from the chaos in our treasury to the Demon Master, to forge even more powerful magical artifacts!"

These rare materials were originally intended for the Witch Slaying Sword. But if they could seize the Innate Supreme Treasure, or prevent the Heart of Pangu from reviving, paying some price would be worth it!

Kunpeng received the order and departed.

Di Jun watched in the direction Kunpeng had left, the unease in his heart growing stronger.

He had a feeling that things were not that simple. That Xuanzheng...

Buzhou Mountain, Xuanzheng's "VIP Viewing Stone Room."

On the [Script Mirror], every subtle expression of Di Jun, every report from Kunpeng, was clearly displayed.

The [Karma Scale] vibrated slightly.

[Ding! Absorbed a trace of 'Imperial Decision Karma' (containing 0.01 strands of greed, 0.02 strands of fear, 0.03 strands of doubt)!]

Xuanzheng smacked his lips. "An appetizer, better than nothing."

He looked at the Great Witches gathered beside him, their faces smeared with "grief and indignation" makeup, and their bodies adorned with "bloodstains" and "wounds" (special effects).

"Are all the props checked? The 'body' isn't leaking, is it?"

A Great Witch responded in a deep voice, "Thirteen Ancestral Witches, rest assured, this 'body bag' sewn from fierce beast hide is sturdy! The stuffing inside is exactly as you ordered, and there's plenty of it!"

Xuanzheng nodded in satisfaction.

"Very good! Actors in place, the grand performance... begins!"

He suddenly stood up, his face instantly contorted with "extreme sorrow" and "furious rage." His acting was so superb that even the Ancestral Witches beside him, who were genuinely emotional, felt inferior.

"The Demon Clan has gone too far! They killed our Witch Clan's sons and daughters; this hatred is irreconcilable!"

He roared, his voice shaking the surroundings.

"My children! Follow me to the Demon Clan's Heavenly Court to demand an explanation!"

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

Countless Witch Clan warriors let out mournful roars, carrying dozens of meticulously crafted "companion remains." Led by Xuanzheng, they charged ferociously towards the Demon Clan's Heavenly Court, thirty-three layers of heaven away.

Houtu, Zhurong, Qiangliang, and several other Ancestral Witches also wore expressions of "grief and indignation" as they followed closely.

Each of them had received Xuanzheng's "script," knowing exactly when to "cry," when to "rage," and when to "reason."

Outside the South Heaven Gate of the Demon Clan's Heavenly Court.

Before the Demon Clan's gatekeeping generals could react, they were overwhelmed by a surging malevolent qi, sending them sprawling.

Xuanzheng led the charge, followed by the "wailing and earth-shattering" Witch Clan army and dozens of "corpses" covered with white cloth.

"Di Jun! Taiyi! Get your asses out here!" Xuanzheng's roar echoed through the heavens.

Upon hearing the commotion, Di Jun and Taiyi, along with a host of Demon Gods, rushed over. Seeing the scene, their expressions changed.

"Xuanzheng! What is the meaning of this?!" Di Jun suppressed his anger.

"What is the meaning of this?" Xuanzheng cried, "filled with 'grief and indignation'," pointing at the "corpses" on the ground, "Your Demon Clan broke your promise and ambushed our Witch Clan's patrol team, slaughtering dozens of our people! Di Jun, how dare you ask me?!"

Houtu stepped forward at the opportune moment, her eyes teary and her voice choked, "Your Majesty the Demon Emperor, our Witch Clan has been wholeheartedly repairing Buzhou Mountain and mending the flaws in heaven and earth. When have we ever provoked your Demon Clan? Why would you inflict such a cruel blow? They... they still have families waiting for them!"

Zhurong, known for his fiery temper, also had "eyes red as fire" at this moment, flames rising around him. "Di Jun! If you don't give us an explanation today, I, Zhurong, will be the first to refuse! We will fight until death!"

The other Ancestral Witches also "righteously indignant," denouncing the Demon Clan's atrocities.

For a time, outside the South Heaven Gate, the cries of the Witch Clan were deafening, and their curses were incessant.

The Demon Clan gods were somewhat stunned by this sudden "shakedown."

Di Jun's brow furrowed. He had indeed ordered Kunpeng to "harass" them, but he had never ordered them to kill, let alone "dozens" of people!

Could it be that Kunpeng acted on his own initiative? Or did the lesser demons below get carried away and lose their composure?

He looked at Kunpeng, who also wore an expression of "bewilderment" and "innocence."

The [Karma Scale] vibrated wildly in Xuanzheng's consciousness, emitting a brilliant light.

[Ding! Detected collective guilt among the Demon Clan high command, negative karma +1350!]

[Ding! Detected the Demon Emperor's 'decision-making error of passive scapegoating,' negative karma +880! The Demon Clan's fortune has slightly diminished!]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully harvesting the 'collective deep fear and bewilderment' of the Demon Clan's hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and generals, obtaining one 'Calamity Origin Bead'!]

Xuanzheng almost burst out laughing, but his face became even more "tragic."

"Di Jun! Today, if you don't hand over the murderers and compensate our Witch Clan for our losses, we will flatten your Lingxiao Treasure Hall!"

"Compensation?" Taiyi laughed in rage, "Your Witch Clan died, and you come to my Demon Court demanding compensation? What a joke!"

Xuanzheng suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with "killing intent." "No compensation? Then you will pay with the lives of your Demon Clan!"

The Witch Clan warriors behind him roared in unison, their malevolent qi soaring.

Di Jun felt a headache coming on.

To fight? The Witch Clan had the momentum and the posture of the "victims." If they fought, regardless of the outcome, the Demon Clan's reputation in the Primordial World would be utterly ruined.

Not to fight? Where would their dignity go? Were they really going to be extorted by these barbarians?

His heart churned with rage, but he had to forcibly suppress it.

[Ding! The Demon Emperor's anger has overwhelmed him, his Dao Heart is unstable. The host has intercepted a trace of 'Imperial Rage Fortune'!]

Xuanzheng was overjoyed. "Good, good, continue, don't stop!"

He took a step forward, his voice "heavy with sorrow": "Di Jun, out of respect for us being fellow great clans of the Primordial World, I will give you a chance! Hand over the murderers, and provide ten Innate Spiritual Materials, a million catties of Star Core, and ten thousand tons each of various Divine Gold and Immortal Ore as compensation! This matter might then be settled!"

What a brazen demand!

Even Di Jun, with his deep composure, trembled with rage at this moment.