"Huh? Group leader, why has your voice changed again?" Changqin teased with a smile.
"Hmph! None of your business!" Shi Yueyao glared at Changqin and rolled her eyes.
Shi Yueyao's intervention snapped Chonglou out of his battle fever. He hurriedly drew back the power he had unleashed.
Chonglou had to admit he didn't dare fight in this world.
"In that case, Yang Jian, come with me to the Demon Realm. There, we can fight to our hearts' content!"
The Chat Group's time-limited travel access had not yet expired, so Chonglou invited Yang Jian to his Demon Realm.
Chonglou was the Demon Lord, ruler of the Demon Realm. There, the two of them could fight as wildly as they pleased, holding nothing back!
"All right!"
Yang Jian agreed at once. Clearly, he was itching for a fight too.
The others exchanged looks as Chonglou and Yang Jian departed together for the Demon Realm of the Chinese Paladin World.
"Why didn't Chonglou invite me? I'm a Daluo Golden Immortal too."
Crown Prince Changqin sounded thoroughly dejected at being ignored.
Come on, I'm a Daluo Golden Immortal too. Why doesn't he want to fight me?
"Yang Jian is a widely recognized god of war. You're a god of music. Even if you went, all you could do is provide the soundtrack to their fight."
Shi Yueyao, whom Changqin had just teased, fired back without the slightest mercy.
Hearing the group leader's merciless jab, Lin Jiu, Xiongba, and the Lord of the Moon Sect could barely hold back their laughter.
"..."
Changqin stared at Shi Yueyao, speechless and even more depressed.
He was a musician, and fighting had never been his strength. Even if he went, he really might be fit only to provide the music. Changqin had no way to argue.
Utterly dejected, Changqin rolled his eyes at Shi Yueyao. Tears glistened in his eyes as he stormed home.
That was downright disrespectful!
Musicians are people too! Musicians have rights! Does being a god of music make me any less of a god?!
Changqin felt miserable. He had been looked down on. It hurt. He wanted to cry...
"Everyone's gone, so I'll head back and keep researching technology."
The Lord of the Moon Sect waved, nodded to Shi Yueyao in farewell, and went home too.
Lin Jiu and Xiongba looked at each other in silence.
"Gang Leader Xiong... no, Sect Master Xiong, I'd like to visit your Hegemon Celestial Sect. Would you welcome me?"
Lin Jiu cupped his fists and smiled at Xiongba.
"You can visit, but don't set your sights on my Fire Qilin!"
Xiongba knew that the old Daoist had long been interested in the Fire Qilin. More than once, Lin Jiu had asked him for its blood.
Xiongba wasn't stingy; he had given Lin Jiu plenty of Qilin blood. But Lin Jiu couldn't keep asking! Xiongba barely had enough for himself, and the Fire Qilin was nearly drained dry!
"Ahem. Of course not."
Caught out, Lin Jiu smiled awkwardly.
He really did need the Fire Qilin's blood. He had discovered that talisman ink mixed with Qilin blood produced talismans with astonishing effects!
Lin Jiu had even named talismans drawn with Qilin blood Qilin Divine Talismans!
Unfortunately, Xiongba was tightfisted every time and gave him only a tiny amount of Qilin blood. It was nowhere near enough!
Lin Jiu had little choice. His two disciples simply weren't cut out for Daoist cultivation. Their aptitude was mediocre, and neither could settle down to practice.
So Lin Jiu could only give them Qilin Divine Talismans to protect themselves.
His disciples might be useless, but their bond as master and disciples ran deep. Lin Jiu had never considered abandoning them.
As their master, Lin Jiu naturally had to look out for his two disciples.
After bidding the group leader farewell, the two of them left together for the Storm Riders World.
Shi Yueyao was the only one left in the garden.
Bored, Shi Yueyao wanted to visit the Langya World. But she remembered that the Immortal Exalted had told her not to go before he left. After wavering for a while, she gave up on the idea.
She turned and went to the secluded cultivation chamber, where she began practicing in earnest.
In the Demon Realm of the Chinese Paladin World...
Yang Jian and Chonglou's battle had thrown the Demon Realm into turmoil. Winds and clouds surged, laws seethed, and Demonic Qi billowed straight into the heavens.
Demonic radiance and divine light split the sky and earth, clashing fiercely.
Yang Jian wielded the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade. His silvery-white Heavenly Eye blazed with boundless divine light, Magical Power gushing from him as his divine might shook the realm.
Chonglou stood in the void, his eyes brimming with satisfaction. His red hair whipped wildly, Demonic Qi towered around him, and the Yanbo Blood Blade on his wrist radiated endless blood-red demonic light.
The Yanbo Blood Blade was one of the Nine Springs' divine artifacts, in no way inferior to the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade.
Its origins were extraordinary. At the dawn of antiquity, the Earth Sovereign Shennong came into being alongside the Nine Springs. These nine divine springs were also called the Nine Wells of Heaven and Earth. They were the source from which all things sprang and the nexus of heaven and earth's Spirit Veins.
Before the Nine Springs, all living beings were equal, and their bounty nourished all things.
Chonglou's Yanbo Blood Blade had been forged from the spring soul of Flamewave Spring, one of the Nine Springs.
Chonglou and Feipeng truly did seem bound by fate, two evenly matched opponents.
After all, the Demon Suppressing Sword in Feipeng's hand had been forged by Heavenly Emperor Fuxi from the spring soul of Zhaodan Spring, another of the Nine Springs.
The Demon Suppressing Sword had originally been called the Zhaodan Divine Sword.
Now Yang Jian and Chonglou burned with fighting spirit, the divine light of their laws illuminating the entire Demon Realm.
Every demon in the Demon Realm kept its distance, staring in horror and trembling fear at the two supreme gods and demons high above.
The greater demons had their bodies crushed and their power stilled. The lesser demons, weaker in cultivation, were ground out of existence by the boundless divine light of the laws!
Even at the farthest edge of the Demon Realm, even in the deepest reaches of the earth, that blinding, searing, terrifying divine light of the laws reached everywhere. There was no escaping it!
Chonglou himself cared nothing for the lesser demons' annihilation. After all, the Demon Realm spawned more of them every moment.
As long as the baleful energy between heaven and earth endured and Demonic Qi remained, those lesser demons would be endless.
For now, they had merely returned to their source and become Demonic Qi.
"Yang Jian! Fight me with everything you have!"
As Chonglou spoke, the divine light of his laws flared and Demonic Qi surged skyward. He swung the Yanbo Blood Blade with a fierce sweep.
Two blood-red arcs, vast enough to blot out the sky and shrouded in ominous Demonic Qi, tore through the air and split space as they hurtled toward Yang Jian.
Those two arcs held not only boundless demonic power but also the power of the Spatial Source Law.
They crossed the distance in an instant.
Yang Jian's expression tightened. He raised the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade high and brought it sweeping down. Boundless divine light from his laws shot skyward as dense Magical Power gathered.
Boom!!!
The collision sent the entire Demon Realm rumbling. A terrifying aura swept out in every direction with the aftershock.
It carried Demonic Qi in wave after wave of devastating shockwaves, ravaging everything nearby.
The greater demons had huddled at the farthest edges of the Demon Realm, trembling.
Apart from them, not a single living creature of the Devil Dao remained anywhere in the Demon Realm.
Yang Jian and Chonglou's fight had swept the entire Demon Realm clean.
No wonder Shi Yueyao had stopped them from fighting in the High Martial World. They might have destroyed the whole world outright.
The High Martial World was only a Lesser World. It could never withstand destruction on this scale.
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