The Wu Clan and Demon Race's First Battle, East King Duke Steps In to Mediate

Taiyi nodded at those words. "Indeed, that's a fine idea. In that case, let's go." With the Chaos Bell in hand, the leaders of the Demon Race followed Di Jun, Taiyi, and Yun Ting—the three chiefs of the Demon Race—as they surged mightily toward the foot of Mount Buzhou.

Within the Purple Firmament Palace, Hongjun's Primordial Spirit suddenly jolted, and a sharp headache struck him at once. Then, the voice of the Heavenly Dao rang out in his Sea of Consciousness: "Now is not yet the time for the Wu Clan and Demon Race to wage a great war. Think of a way to stop them from fighting. Also, nothing must go wrong on the Three Pure Ones' side."

Hongjun's mentality instantly exploded. Two battlefields, and he had to mediate both—yet there was only one Sage, this old Taoist... How was he supposed to handle this? Hmm, if the Wu Clan lost a Great Wu or two, it would not be much of an issue. Wait—if both sides started fighting, he should go to Mount Kunlun first.

With that thought, Hongjun directly sent a voice transmission to East King Duke. "East King Duke, as the Head of Male Immortals, the Primordial Wilderness is about to descend into chaos. Is this how you, master of the Immortal Court, manage all those male immortals? Once the Wu Clan and Demon Race clash at Mount Buzhou, go at once and mediate."

On Penglai Island, within the Immortal Court, East King Duke had only just finished rebuilding its structures when Hongjun's voice reached his ears. He muttered, "What the hell? Mediate between the Wu Clan and Demon Race and stop them from fighting? If I go mediate, which one of Di Jun, Taiyi, or the Twelve Ancestral Witches is going to listen to me? Forget it. The Dao Ancestor has given his command; I have to go even if I don't want to." After making some preparations, he headed for Mount Buzhou.

Over at Mount Kunlun, Dijiang had already led the Ancestral Witches to their doorstep. Zhu Rong, with his fiery temper, raised his hand and hurled a massive fireball straight at the Thatched Hut. Then a streak of red light flashed. With a wave of Laozi's hand, the Li Di Yan Guang Qi spread out over the Thatched Hut and bounced the fireball back.

Then Laozi's voice drifted out slowly. "Dijiang, we Three Pure Ones of Mount Kunlun have never offended your Wu Clan. Why have you come knocking at our door?"

Dijiang declared loudly, "Never offended our Wu Clan? What did Yun Ting mean by running off to the Sun Star with nothing better to do and creating a Demon Race? And saying something about a certain race on Mount Buzhou killing too much? Wasn't that taught by you?"

Laozi had just been about to explain, but Yuanshi sneered. "You lot of barbarians don't even possess Primordial Spirits, yet you dare come to Mount Kunlun and make trouble?"

At that point, whether Yun Ting had been wrong to help establish the Demon Race no longer mattered. Well, Dijiang and the others now had a much stronger urge to fight Yuanshi than to pursue Yun Ting's responsibility.

There was even less need to mention Tong Tian's temper. Seeing that Dijiang had come looking for trouble, he directly arrived before Mount Kunlun with the Qingping Sword in hand. "Dijiang, if your Wu Clan wants to fight, just say so. Who will be the first to have a round with me?"

Xuanming, the most battle-hungry female Ancestral Witch, heard this and immediately sent the twelve Xuanming Spikes behind her soaring into the air. "None of you make a move. I'll exchange a few moves with this Shangqing Taoist first and let him learn that failing to discipline one's child comes with consequences."

Tong Tian gave a cold laugh. "You? You want to lecture this humble Taoist?" As he spoke, green light flickered over the Qingping Sword in his hand, and he thrust it forward.

Tong Tian and Xuanming instantly fell into fierce battle. They traded blows without yielding an inch to one another. Green light and black light continuously intertwined and collided, and for a time, neither could gain the upper hand.

The other Ancestral Witches watched from the side, cheering Xuanming on. Meanwhile, Yuanshi quietly summoned the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi and sent a voice transmission to Laozi. "Big Brother, the Twelve Ancestral Witches are not weak. It seems we would have a hard time defeating them now."

Laozi silently stroked his beard. "No matter, no matter. We Three Pure Ones possess Merit of World Creation... Teacher will not ignore us. Do not forget, when we beat up Jieyin and Zhunti a few days ago, the Dao Ancestor stepped in to stop us as well, did he not?"

Yuanshi chuckled. "If that is the case, I shall fight a battle later as well. We cannot let Third Brother have all the glory."

The battle grew ever more intense. Tong Tian's swordsmanship was fierce and sharp, while Xuanming's spike techniques were strange and unpredictable. Just as the two remained locked in stalemate, Tong Tian suddenly unleashed a supreme move. The Qingping Sword transformed into countless streaks of sword light, pouring down upon Xuanming like a torrential rainstorm.

Xuanming saw this and unleashed the Xuanming Spikes with all her strength, attempting to block the attack. However, the sword light was far too dense. In the end, Xuanming was still a shade inferior, struck by the sword light and forced several steps back.

Tong Tian pressed his advantage, preparing to defeat Xuanming in one stroke. But at that moment, Dijiang made his move. The Space Law activated instantly, and layers of spatial barriers blocked the Sword Qi. The Sword Qi was slowly ground away within space until it was completely annihilated.

Seeing Dijiang suddenly intervene, Yuanshi directly blasted out the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi. "Dijiang, if you wish to fight, I will accompany you. As for Yun Ting helping Di Jun and the others create a Demon Race, that was merely a child's playfulness. You are actually holding it against a child? That is going too far, isn't it?"