Battle Against the Demon Race

The Old Dragon King chuckled smugly. "Spread this news. From here on, it'll be a game between the Demon Race and him. Our Dragon Race can withdraw from it."

Ao Guang said anxiously, "What if the Nine Dragon Carriage really falls into the Demon Race's hands?"

The Old Dragon King patted Ao Guang's shoulder and said, "Why would our Dragon Race admit to something that was stolen? It wasn't obtained from our Dragon Race's hands. When the time comes, we can simply insist that Nine Dragon Carriage is fake. Besides, this young friend isn't simple. The Demon Race won't get their hands on it so easily."

F-Fake? Ao Guang's mouth twitched twice. "Old man, do your parents know you're this wicked?"

"Your grandfather and grandmother perished long ago in the calamity."

The Old Dragon King said smugly, "And this isn't called wickedness. This is called wisdom. Kid, you're still far from becoming Dragon King! Learn well."

Bai Jin rode the Kui Ox through the seabed, urging, "Hurry! Hurry!"

The Kui Ox said happily, "Senior Brother, you actually got your hands on the Dragon Race's Nine Dragon Carriage! You're amazing!"

Bai Jin let out a cold chuckle. "That old fox, the Dragon King of the East Sea, intends to shift disaster onto someone else. He gave me the Nine Dragon Carriage of his own accord. That old fellow definitely means no good."

The Kui Ox said in a muffled voice, "I think he seemed pretty nice!"

"Do you believe that he has already told the Demon Race that the Nine Dragon Carriage is in my hands?"

"No way! He didn't look like that sort of person to me. Aren't you relatives?"

"Ao Guang was right before. The Old Dragon King is an old schemer."

A flaming divine sword fell from the heavens like divine punishment. In an instant, monstrous waves rose across the East Sea. Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle—the water evaporated into thick mist that shrouded the sea's surface.

Bai Jin and the Kui Ox were blasted out from the seabed, shooting from the sea like a cannonball before steadying themselves in midair.

Upon the rolling demonic clouds in the sky stood the armored Bifang Demon God, along with several thousand Demon Race experts.

Bifang stretched out his hand, and a divine sword burning with flames shot out from the seabed. It tore through the vapor blanketing the sea before landing in Bifang's hand.

The Bifang Demon God looked at the Kui Ox beneath Bai Jin and a flash of delight crossed his eyes. It was actually a prehistoric exotic beast, a Kui Ox. With proper cultivation, the Demon Court would gain another Demon God before long. As for Bai Jin, Bifang did not take him seriously at all. He was merely a Golden Immortal-level white crane demon, with ordinary talent and limited potential.

The Bifang Demon God sternly shouted, "What little thief are you? You dare steal something the Demon Court wants?"

Bai Jin said quietly, "See? I told you so."

The Kui Ox nodded repeatedly. Senior Brother is wise.

The Bifang Demon God coldly shouted, "I asked you a question. Didn't you hear me?"

Bai Jin raised his head and smiled foolishly. "We are cultivators living in seclusion in the East Sea. We were planning to visit relatives on the prehistoric continent."

"Utter nonsense! Hand over the Nine Dragon Carriage. Submit to the Demon Court, and I may spare your lives." Bifang reprimanded him.

Bai Jin wore an innocent expression. "I truly don't know anything about the Nine Dragon Carriage. We're just two ordinary minor cultivators."

The Kui Ox nodded repeatedly as well. If we can't win, we can only admit defeat.

"The Dragon King of the East Sea has already confessed everything. You still dare argue?"

Bifang sneered. "Quyang, go capture them."

"Yes!" An armored wolf demon shouted, "Come with me!" Dozens of demons followed the wolf demon, howling strangely as they eagerly pounced toward Bai Jin and the Kui Ox.

Bifang watched coldly from the clouds, a faint anticipation rising in his heart. He looked forward to seeing how the Kui Ox would perform.

The Kui Ox said nervously, "Senior Brother, what do we do now?"

The honest smile vanished from Bai Jin's face. He said helplessly, "I really don't want to fight."

A cold gleam flashed in his hand, and an immortal sword appeared. Two Rune Script characters were engraved upon its hilt: Qingyun.

Bai Jin gripped the Qingyun Sword and drifted into the air, watching the dozens of demons rushing toward him. Recalling a sword path in his mind, he swept his sword through the air. Heaven-Opening Sword.

A bright flash swept across them. Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Blood sprayed everywhere as dozens of demons were instantly cut down, including the wolf demon Quyang. None survived, and flesh and blood scattered through the air.

All the demons on the clouds were horrified and instinctively retreated a step. Quyang was a great demon at the late Golden Immortal realm, yet he had failed to withstand even a single strike.

Bai Jin's body swayed, and the mana throughout his body was instantly drained clean. He drifted back down onto the Kui Ox.

Shock filled the Kui Ox's bovine eyes as he roared inwardly, Senior Brother is freaking amazing!

Bai Jin clenched the immortal sword in his hand, a faint regret in his heart. One move could only unleash the power of one strike. If he could use it continuously, even a Taiyi Golden Immortal might not be impossible to fight.

Bifang's pupils suddenly contracted, and horror filled his eyes. That sword technique had actually made him faintly sense a trace of danger.

Bai Jin looked up at the Bifang Demon God, brushed back his hair, and said, "Fine. Since the Dragon King of the East Sea has already confessed, I have nothing left to hide. The Nine Dragon Agarwood Carriage is indeed in my possession, but I cannot give it to you. I intend to take this Nine Dragon Agarwood Carriage as a gift for my First Martial Uncle. I ask the Demon God to make things convenient."

"By the way, I am from Mount Kunlun."

Surprise flashed through the Bifang Demon God's eyes. Mount Kunlun—the Three Pure Ones' disciples?! Then greed filled his eyes once more. The Nine Dragon Carriage, an Innate Spiritual Treasure immortal sword, and that sword technique... As long as he handled this cleanly, they would all be his. So what if they were the Three Pure Ones? Could they really attack the Heavenly Court over one disciple?!

Bifang said in a deep voice, "Since you are a disciple of the Three Pure Ones, I will give you this courtesy."

Bai Jin smiled and cupped his hands in salute. "Many thanks, Demon God."

As Bai Jin lowered his head and bent at the waist, a cold gleam flashed through Bifang's eyes. He suddenly reached out and grabbed fiercely at Bai Jin. Surging Bifang divine fire erupted, gathering into a flaming bird claw a thousand meters wide that seized toward Bai Jin and the Kui Ox. Before the claw even descended, it had already locked down the surrounding heavens and earth. There was no escape.

Bai Jin smoothly raised a hand and spun it above his head. A Taiji Diagram appeared overhead. The flaming bird claw struck the Taiji Diagram and instantly collapsed into fire, pouring into the yang eye of the Taiji Diagram like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea.

Bai Jin raised his head and said, "A sneak attack does not suit the dignity of a Demon God. It would be discourteous not to return the favor. Take one move from me as well."

With a reversal of his hand seal, a flaming divine sword instantly flew from the yin eye of the Taiji Diagram and shot toward Bifang, swift as a streak of light.

Boom! A vast sea of fire spread across the sky.

"Caw!" A Bifang divine bird burst from the sea of flames, covered in blood as he fled frantically into the sky.

Bai Jin lowered his hand, and the Taiji Diagram faded away as well.

The Kui Ox asked excitedly, "Senior Brother, what kind of Dao technique was that? It was incredible! Can you teach me?"

Bai Jin said, "It is called Heaven and Earth Great Shift. You can ask Master about it in the future. I cannot teach you."

The Kui Ox nodded repeatedly, silently committing the name to memory. Heaven and Earth Great Shift.

Bai Jin secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he had prepared First Martial Uncle's Taiji Diagram. The prehistoric world truly was treacherous; every last one of them was an old schemer. A Grand Unity Golden Immortal had even gone all out against a mere Golden Immortal. A pure little rabbit like him really ought to hide beneath the wings of great powers and watch the storms of the world change with a smile.

Bai Jin patted the Kui Ox's neck and said, "Let's go! We're returning to Mount Kunlun."

The Kui Ox raised a thundercloud and flew toward the prehistoric continent.

Two figures quietly rose from the turbulent sea. They were the Old Dragon King of the East Sea and Ao Guang.

The Old Dragon King of the East Sea sighed. "See? I told you. He isn't easy to deal with. His background is probably astonishing."

Ao Guang replied absentmindedly, "Right, right!" His eyes gleamed as he flew forward. So many demons had died, including several great demons at the Golden Immortal level. These were all resources! Loot the corpses. I have to loot the corpses.