Nuwa's Method
Nuwa ignored the East King Duke, looking down at everything below with a cold expression.
He continued.
"East King Duke, this great war was all started by your Immortal Court."
"He may be spared the death penalty, but he cannot escape punishment."
"Your Immortal Court must hand over those rogue cultivators who slaughtered my Demon Clan and used their corpses to Rogue cultivator pills and treasures, so that the Demon Clan can deal with them."
"Furthermore, all losses suffered by the Demon Clan in this great war must be compensated."
Upon hearing the words "he can be spared punishment," the tension in East King Duke's heart suddenly eased.
Fortunately, the Dao Ancestor only wanted Nuwa to stop the war; he didn't actually intend to destroy his Immortal Court.
As long as the Immortal Court still exists, and as long as the East King Duke is still alive, there is still a chance to turn things around!
But then, when he heard the second half of Nuwa's words, his heart, which had just settled, jumped into his throat again.
Hand over those Rogue cultivator?
Do I still need to pay compensation?
Compensation is a minor matter. The Immortal Court is a large and powerful family that has plundered the East Sea for countless years. They can afford to pay this loss.
Can be handed over...
The East King Duke's face instantly turned ugly.
Are you kidding me!
Those Rogue cultivator who survived this brutal battle—weren't they all elites among elites?
Which one isn't a pillar of the Immortal Court's future?
Hand them over?
How is that possible!
Handing them over would be tantamount to cutting off our own arm!
More importantly, today, East King Duke handed over his subordinates to the Demon Clan to deal with as they saw fit.
After that, in the Primordial Wilderness, who would dare to rely on him? Who would still believe in him?
Those who remain in the Immortal Court are probably living in fear, worried that they might become the next pawns to be discarded.
If they really did that, the hearts and minds of the people in his Immortal Court would be completely shattered!
Once morale is low, the team can never be led again!
By then, the Immortal Court will exist in name only.
His so-called "Lord of the Immortal Court" has become a huge joke.
Countless thoughts flashed through East King Duke's mind in an instant, and he took a deep breath.
He cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to Nuwa, his tone both submissive and firm.
"The Saint Nuwa!"
"Our Immortal Court Immortal Court defeat in this great battle! We are willing to bear all losses and provide double compensation!"
"However, I cannot comply with the request to hand over those fellow Daoists who have already joined my Immortal Court!"
"Since they have chosen to join my Immortal Court, it means they trust me, the East King Duke!"
My Immortal Court has a duty to protect them!
"Compensation can be doubled, but handing over the person is absolutely out of the question!"
"There is absolutely no room for negotiation on this matter!"
His voice wasn't loud, but his attitude was incredibly firm.
The words of the East King Duke warmed the hearts of the remaining Immortal Court cultivators.
The morale of the army, which had been shaken by the breaking of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, was surprisingly restored.
"No!" Di Jun took a step forward, his killing intent palpable.
"East King Duke, stop with your hypocritical pretense!"
"This is non-negotiable!"
"Those murderers who killed my Demon Clan sons must be handed over! There's no room for negotiation!"
"If they have personal grudges against my Demon Clan, let them fight fair and square, a just duel, instead of killing my Demon Clan warriors."
"Then you can only blame my Demon Clan race for being less skilled. I, Di Jun, have nothing to say!"
"But! Their biggest mistake was using the corpses of my Demon Clan brethren to refine pills and craft Magic Treasure!"
Such behavior is intolerable to both heaven and earth!
"This is no longer a personal grudge, but a provocation and humiliation against my entire Demon Clan!"
"This matter must not be tolerated!"
"Today, these people, you have to pay up whether you want to or not!"
Nuwa remained expressionless, only adding a brief comment.
"Good."
"Those people must be handed over."
"This matter is non-negotiable."
The words of Saint are golden; once spoken, they are the destiny.
The atmosphere along the entire East Sea Coast instantly froze to an extreme degree.
All attention was focused on the East King Duke.
On one side lies the might of Saint, and on the other, the wrath of the Demon Clan.
On the other side lies the foundation of the Immortal Court and the hearts of its people.
This is a dead end.
The East King Duke's heart sank to the bottom.
He knew that today's hurdle was likely to be difficult to overcome.
But he did not back down; instead, he straightened his back.
"Impossible!"
"If you want me to hand them over, my Immortal Court will be utterly destroyed today!"
"Otherwise, as long as they remain citizens of my Immortal Court, they will forever be under the Immortal Court's protection!"
A hint of anger finally surfaced on Nuwa's exquisite face.
"Do you really think I wouldn't dare destroy your Immortal Court?"
East King Duke, however, seemed to have no choice but to advance instead of retreat, and burst into loud laughter.
"Of course Saint would dare, and has the ability, to destroy my humble Immortal Court."
"You are now a supreme Saint, so even if... you disobey the Dao Ancestor's orders, so what?"
"In this Primordial Wilderness, who can possibly harm you?"
East King Duke deliberately emphasized the words "disobeying the Dao Ancestor's command".
He was reminding Nuwa, and also reminding the various Great Powers observing in secret.
You, Nuwa, have come under the Imperial Edict of the Dao Ancestor!
If you, Nuwa, go too far, you will be openly defying the Imperial Edict of the Dao Ancestor!
"How dare you!" Nuwa's face was covered with frost.
How dare a Quasi-Sage repeatedly use the Dao Ancestor to intimidate her?
Do they really think she, this Saint, is made of clay?
"Insubordination and disrespect for Saint deserve punishment!"
Before she could finish speaking, Nuwa waved her hand.
A seemingly light and airy stream of Magic Power tore through the void and instantly struck the East King Duke in the chest.
The East King Duke's pupils contracted sharply, and he hastily mustered all his Magic Power to block.
However, before Saint, all resistance is futile.
"Puff--"
The East King Duke was already severely injured, so how could he possibly withstand the Saint's angry attack?
He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, leaving a trail of blood in his wake, his breath extremely weak.
This scene caused all the Great Powers secretly watching to gasp in astonishment.
"Hiss... Is this the power of Saint?"
"The East King Duke Great Powers a quasi -Quasi-Sage, yet he couldn't even withstand a single blow from Saint!"
"While his pre-existing serious injuries and hasty defense played a part, the difference in skill level... is simply outrageous!"
"Below the Saint, all are but ants! This saying is indeed no exaggeration!"
The Three Pure Ones exchanged glances, each with a different expression.
A slight ripple appeared on Taiqing Non-action's face.
Primordial Lord, on the other hand, wore a solemn expression.
Tongtian, on the other hand, clenched his fists, his fighting spirit and desire intertwined.
Zhunti and Jieyin were filled with anguish; their obsession with becoming saints was almost tangible.
As they witnessed the supreme power emanating from Nuwa's every gesture, only one thought occupied their minds.
I must become a saint! I must become a saint at all costs!
In the center of the battlefield.
After Nuwa severely injured East King Duke with her attack, she didn't even glance at him again.
Her icy gaze slowly swept over the remaining army of the Immortal Court.
"Since you refuse to hand over the person..."
"Then I'll do it myself."
Having said that, Nuwa gave no one a chance to react.
She pointed lightly with her jade-like finger towards the direction of the Immortal Court's camp.
There was no earth-shattering roar, nor any world-destroying power.
Unseen forces, like spring rain, silently scattered.
Those forces precisely bypassed the vast majority of the Immortal Court cultivators, but landed on a select few.
Those cultivators were the culprits behind using the corpses of the Demon Clan to refine pills and treasures.