He had always been fierce and domineering, unable to tolerate even half a grain of sand in his eyes.
In ancient times, a clan had openly provoked the Demon Race's majesty. Without a word, he personally led the elite to raze the entire clan to the ground, leaving not even chickens or dogs alive, proclaiming to the Great Desolation: Whoever touched the Demon Race would perish!
During the war to unite the various branches of the Demon Race, Taiyi had been the pillar holding the tide.
Not only did his cultivation eclipse all his peers, but whenever the Eastern Emperor Bell in his hand rang out, heaven and earth changed color, and the Myriad Spirits bowed their heads—this was no empty boast.
Dijun had secured his position as Demon Emperor through strategy and destiny, but Taiyi's title of "Eastern Emperor" had been forged through battle after bloody battle, life-and-death struggle after life-and-death struggle.
Even the Heavenly Dao Saints could not be bothered to provoke this mad God of War unless their fundamental interests were involved.
This man craved battle as though it were life itself. Whoever dared provoke him, he would pour everything he had into the fight, never resting until one side was dead!
In the eyes of Saints, Taiyi's strength might have been beneath notice; even with an Innate Supreme Treasure like the Eastern Emperor Bell, he could not cross the gulf between Saint and mortal.
Yet at that time, the Demon Race's destiny blazed like the noonday sun, and as one of its Demon Emperors, Taiyi bore the great fortune of heaven and earth upon his shoulders.
If a Saint dared personally act to kill him, they would inevitably suffer destiny's backlash—a calamity not even Saints dared take lightly.
At worst, their Dao cultivation would collapse and