Demon Slayer Sword

This voice was filled with extreme arrogance.

It carried a sense of fearing neither heaven nor earth.

But in reality, Randeng had already begun to flee in panic.

The source of the voice kept shifting constantly.

Leaving people unable to discern exactly where Randeng was.

Uttering the fiercest words.

While acting the most cowardly?

This shift left many people torn between laughter and tears.

This Randeng...

When had he become so shameless?

They had originally expected a good show.

But now it seemed that show wouldn't be happening.

The Primal Sage was also furious.

In the sky, that Top-Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, the Three Treasures Jade Scepter, was radiating majestic heavenly might.

Yet it was like a headless fly, without a target, spinning aimlessly.

Because it had never managed to lock onto Taoist Randeng's aura.

Just then, a faint and ethereal voice rang out:

"Primal, wait a moment. Let the Mystic Treasure Chart be fully revealed before doing anything else... The next treasure is about to be announced..."

Though this voice lacked overwhelming grandeur, it carried a sense of transcendence that commanded respect.

It was none other than the leader of the Mystic School, Grand Supreme Old Lord...

Faced with this situation, the helpless Yuanshi Tianzun could only withdraw the Three Treasures Jade Scepter.

The vast Purple-Gold Qi in the sky began to churn once more.

Many people's attention shifted back up again.

What kind of treasure could rank above the Qingping Sword, the Coiled Dragon Walking Stick, and the Three Treasures Jade Scepter?

The surging golden light in the sky roiled once more.

Finally, it manifested into a longsword.

As soon as this longsword appeared, many people were baffled.

A treasure that could rank above the Three Pure Ones' three treasures should, by all logic, be immensely famous.

Yet this longsword was unremarkable in appearance, as if no one recognized it.

It was an ordinary longsword, with nothing special about it.

But the moment this sword appeared, the Twelve Ancestral Witches in the Ancestral Witch Grand Hall instantly changed expression.

Because this longsword was a treasure they had recently been secretly refining.

It hadn't even been successfully completed yet, yet it had been exposed by the Hongmeng Purple Gold List...

If so, wasn't this a terrible turn of events?

"Big brother, I never expected this longsword to be exposed! What do we do now?"

Dijiang, the most imposing figure, also wore a bitter smile:

"It doesn't matter. Sooner or later, it would have been exposed. One day earlier or later makes no difference. Let it be..."

"The world says that our Witch Clan's Primordial Spirits are flawed and cannot use treasures, yet here we've managed to refine one. Now that it appears before the world, let the beings of the Primordial Wilderness see something new..."

Before long, purple qi filled the sky, manifesting several lines of Grand Dao Script:

["Mystic Treasure Chart, Rank Forty-Five: Demon Slayer Sword. Forged by the Witch Clan from the blood essence of tens of millions of humans they slaughtered. Possesses absolute restraining power over the Demon Race, capable of corrupting Demon Race flesh and rotting their Primordial Spirits. No demon is immune; its power is overwhelming! Because it targets only the Demon Race, it is ranked forty-fifth. Owner: Twelve Ancestral Witches!"]

As soon as this treasure appeared, the entire Primordial Wilderness erupted in uproar.

Could the Witch Clan now use treasures?

What was going on?

The Witch Clan's Primordial Spirits were flawed; they were born unable to use treasures or cultivate techniques, only able to strengthen their physical bodies.

What was this treasure about?

Could they use it with just their physical bodies?

Slaughtering tens of millions of humans to forge the Demon Slayer Sword?

Wasn't that too bloody?

Truly a monstrous slaughter.

Everyone's expression turned extremely grim.

The image of that utterly tragic scene surfaced in their minds—tens of millions of the human race, slaughtered to the last...

It was absolutely a catastrophe beyond compare...

Just thinking of it made their faces turn pale.

Tens of millions... what a terrifying number that was?

Did the Wu Clan not fear harming Heaven's harmony and inviting retribution for such deeds?

For a moment, the gazes of the Primordial World's great powers toward the Wu Clan shifted entirely.

None had expected the Wu Clan to be so ruthless to this extent.

To deal with the Demon Clan, they had slaughtered tens of millions of humans to refine this so-called Demon Slayer Sword.

Truly...

All the great powers' hearts trembled...

The human race was a species molded by the Goddess Nuwa from clay—was it truly right for the Wu Clan to massacre them so wantonly?

Did they not fear Nuwa's vengeance?

The Wu Clan truly had audacity that defied Heaven...

The atmosphere of the entire Primordial World instantly turned strange.

And faintly, the Wu Clan was being isolated.

After all, such an act by the Wu Clan was utterly horrifying.

At this moment, within the Heavenly Court, the two peerless great powers were seething with rage.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi, always quick-tempered, spoke out directly:

"Dijiang, I never imagined your Wu Clan could be so venomous, secretly forging a sword to counter the Demon Clan. Truly despicable and shameless! Your Wu Clan is the filthiest race in the Primordial World, deserving of extinction. Once this matter is settled, await our Demon Clan's army..."

Eastern Emperor Taiyi had always been hot-tempered.

Seeing the Wu Clan forge the Demon Slayer Sword, he was naturally beside himself with fury.

Heavenly Emperor Dijun also spoke:

"I never thought you could stoop to such depths of baseness, truly an outrage that angers both gods and men—you deserve to be wiped out!"

These two great powers of the Demon Clan cursed loudly.

The others naturally dared not interject.

Inside the Ancestral Witch Hall, the Twelve Ancestral Witches wore grim expressions but did not retort.

To be fair, the Wu Clan had indeed acted somewhat despicably.

Slaughtering tens of millions of humans, using their blood essence to forge the Demon Slayer Sword.

It truly harmed Heaven's harmony...

They had hidden this sword extremely well.

Planning to spring it as a surprise during the final battle.

But they never expected the Hongmeng Creation List to expose it ahead of time.

Among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, only the leader, Dijiang, sneered coldly:

"Dijun, Taiyi, spare me such face-slapping words. Do you think we are unaware of the Demon Clan's deeds?"

"Colluding with saints to plunder our Wu Clan's fortune..."

"Relying on the Demon Clan's might to seize the Primordial World's creations..."

"Secretly slaughtering many great powers of the Primordial World..."

"Ten suns crossing the sky, scorching the Primordial Land..."

"Each and every one of these evil acts far exceeds the misdeeds of our Wu Clan..."

His tone carried no small measure of disdain.

In truth, this was indeed the case.

The Wu Clan and the Demon Clan had already fought a great decisive battle!

The Twelve Ancestral Witches set up the Twelve Heavens Divine Sha Formation.

The Demon Clan's Dijun and Taiyi, leading three hundred and sixty-five great demons, set up the Stellar Heavenly Cycle Formation.

The result was that the Demon Clan lacked sufficient manpower.

The Wu Clan had a slight upper hand and won comprehensively...

Just as they were about to breach the Demon Clan Heavenly Court, the Dao Ancestor intervened to stop them.

And set a pact that no war would be fought for ten thousand years.

This gave the Demon Clan a chance to catch their breath.

The Wu Clan was naturally indignant.

Heavenly Emperor Dijun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi burst into laughter upon hearing this:

"Your Wu Tribe slaughtered the human race without cause, numbering in the tens of millions—this truly offends the harmony of heaven. For a filthy race like yours, heaven seeks to end you. What can you do against heaven?"

With that, they laughed heartily.

Hearing this, the Wu Tribe leader Dijiang wore a look of disdain.

His deep and weighty voice spread across heaven and earth:

"Dijun, Taiyi, you are nothing but hypocritical villains. My Wu Tribe is ashamed to stand under the same heaven as your Demon Race! Do you truly believe that your deeds are unknown to the Hongmeng Creation List?"

"Does no one under heaven know of them?"

This voice carried immense authority, rumbling across heaven and earth...

At these words.

Countless beings were suddenly startled.

What did Dijiang mean by this?

Could it be... the Demon Race as well...