His response was a sneer of utter contempt from Zhu Jiuyin:
"Ha, East Prince? We, the Witch Clan, think highly of your Penglai, which is why we have come to obtain this spiritual root."
"The primordial Primordial Wilderness created by Father God Pangu, and we who are formed from Father God essence and blood, do we need to report to you when we take things from our own world?"
Those eyes, imbued with the power of time, swept coldly over East Prince, as if he were looking at an ant.
Di Jiang took a step forward, distorting the space around him. His immense killing intent soared into the Yunxiao, revealing his domineering attitude.
"Hmph! This Primordial Wilderness world was left behind by the Father God!"
"We are the true descendants of Pangu, formed from the twelve drops of essence blood from the heart of our Father God. What we take and what we destroy is none of your business, you insignificant wretch!"
In his words, he already regarded the entire Primordial Wilderness as his own backyard.
"You... you all...!"
East Prince pointed at Di Jiang, trembling with rage. His face turned as red as a pig's liver, and his throat felt as if it were blocked by a boulder, preventing him from uttering a single word.
He took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the surging blood and qi, his voice hoarse from extreme humiliation:
"I am the Head of Male Immortals in the Primordial Wilderness, personally appointed by the Dao Ancestor! I have established this Immortal Court here to act on behalf of Heaven and safeguard the order of Heaven and Earth!"
"You despise the Dao Ancestor, which is to despise the Heavenly Dao! Does the Witch Clan truly intend to defy the Heavenly Dao?!"
"Noisy!"
Zhu Rong, engulfed in raging flames, angrily interrupted him, his crimson eyes filled with mockery.
"The Witch Clan only reveres the Father God Pangu! The Heavenly Dao? What does it have to do with us! You piece of trash, how dare you instruct our Witch Clan on how to act and point fingers at us?"
"Big brother!"
Qiang Liang could no longer suppress his killing intent; electric snakes danced wildly around his body, and his voice boomed like muffled thunder.
"That scoundrel dared to point his finger at you! That's utterly disrespectful! Why waste your breath arguing with him? Just kill him!"
His fierce gaze locked onto East Prince, as if he were a piece of meat on a chopping board.
The East Prince was shocked, and a chill instantly shot from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
I finally truly felt the lawlessness and naked killing intent of these barbarian gods.
"What do you all intend to do?"
I am personally appointed by the Dao Ancestor! You shall not act recklessly!
He roared fiercely, but his feet involuntarily took a half step back; his anger had been replaced by immense fear.
"Big brother."
Zhu Jiuyin's deep voice rang out, carrying a hint of barely perceptible solemnity.
"Hongjun is, after all, Sage. Primordial Wilderness awe-inspiring power he displayed upon attaining sainthood is still fresh in our minds. Our clan... should not completely break ties with Sage."
He glanced at the panicked East Prince.
"Let him live a little, just to save face for that old Daoist priest."
"Good!"
A fierce glint flashed in Di Jiang's eyes, and a ferocious grin spread across his lips.
"You may be spared the death penalty, but you cannot escape punishment! Today, I will let you, the Head of Male Immortals, taste the 'teachings' of my Witch Clan!"
Before the words were even finished, eleven figures radiating murderous aura rushed forward like ancient, malevolent stars! The violent power instantly tore through space, blocking all of East Prince's escape routes.
"No--!"
The protective immortal light of the East Prince shattered like paper. Countless heavy punches, sharp claws, raging flames, thunder, and ice, all imbued with the murderous aura of creation, poured down on his body like a storm!
"Bang! Crack! Boom--!"
The dull cracking of bones, the deafening explosions, and the mournful, desperate screams of the East Prince mingled together.
In the blink of an eye, the supposedly indestructible Daluo Golden Immortal's body was torn to pieces, and immortal blood stained the ruins.
The excruciating pain was like a million steel needles piercing his soul. His consciousness was instantly swallowed up by boundless darkness and Venus. The dignified Head of Male Immortals collapsed like a rag doll on the broken foundation of the immortal island, his life hanging in the balance.
On the Solar Star, Tai Yi stood with his hands behind his back, the phantom of the Chaos Bell appearing and disappearing around him, a hint of pleasure on his lips.
"Well done!"
He muttered to himself, watching the once arrogant East Prince being mercilessly beaten like a sandbag by the Ancestral Witch, and his frustration vanished instantly.
However, beneath this sense of satisfaction lies a deeper fear— the Witch Clan, these brutes who also have the blood of Pangu Bloodline, see the demon race as prey and dare to disrespect even the majesty of the Dao Ancestor. They are also stumbling blocks that the demon race must crush on its path to dominating the Primordial Wilderness!
Di Jun sat regally on the throne of stars, his body surrounded by flowing starlight.
Before me floated the profound River Diagram and Luo Script, with billions of runes constantly arising and ceasing, weaving together the vague trajectory of the Primordial Wilderness future.
The result of the deduction weighed on his mind like an invisible mountain.
With furrowed brows and fingertips almost digging into his palms, the demon race aspired to reach the pinnacle and rule the Primordial Wilderness. "Establishing a race" was the inevitable path, the only way to gather Luck and command all demons!
But this mighty force will inevitably clash with the Twelve Ancestral Witches, who also claim to be the Pangu Orthodox and are filled with ferocity!
"Four Quasi-Sage..."
Di Jun spoke in a low voice, his tone heavy. The demon race's top combat power, including Nuwa who was in seclusion comprehending the Hongmeng Purple Qi, numbered only four.
Nuwa received the foundation of the Great Dao from the Dao Ancestor and is currently in seclusion deep within the chaos, comprehending the path to sainthood, with no end in sight.
The Witch Clan, on the other hand, boasts twelve Ancestral Witch, each with a profound physical body and immense combat power, further enhanced by the Pangu Temple that suppresses their Luck...
The demon race may appear powerful, but in reality, they are in grave danger!
If we do not consolidate our strength and enhance our top combat power as soon as possible, we may become mere prey for the Witch Clan before we can even establish our clan and dominate the world.
"What is it that Your Di Jun is so troubled by?"
A gentle voice broke the silence.
Fuxi entered the hall and, seeing the lingering gloom between Di Jun's brows, asked with concern.
Di Jun raised his eyes, a sharp glint flashing in his starry gaze, dispelling some of the heaviness:
"Fellow Daoist Fuxi, your arrival is timely. I have deduced the secrets of heaven: if the demon race wishes to rise, it must first establish its own clan."
However, establishing a new race inevitably means competing with the Witch Clan. Currently, our Demon Clan, including my Junior Sister Nuwa, only has four Quasi-Sage to hold the fort, which is truly... a precarious situation!
A star map pointing to the evolution of the River Diagram and Luo Script.
"Our most urgent task is to recruit powerful beings from the Primordial Wilderness era to expand the strength of our demon race! Only by gathering top-tier experts can we seize the opportunity to win in future battles!"
Fuxi nodded solemnly, then pondered for a moment and said:
"Your Majesty is absolutely right. In my observation of the primordial Primordial Wilderness, the Lord of the North Sea, the Kunpeng Daoist, is the first Kunpeng in the world to attain Magic Power and become an Innate Deities. His magical power is immense. He has already severed one of his corpses in the Purple Cloud Palace. He is a true Quasi-Sage. If we can recruit him into our demon race's Heavenly Court, he will be a great help!"
"Kunpeng!" The Emperor's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and the star field on the River Diagram and Luo Script corresponding to the North Sea suddenly lit up.
"Excellent! This fiend is indeed a top-notch choice. I had completely forgotten about him. It's just a pity..."
He paused, his tone tinged with regret.
"Back in the days of the Purple Cloud Palace, if it weren't for the fact that the overly kind-hearted Hong Yun gave up his seat, with his background and good fortune, he might have been able to compete for that Saint Position seat and become a disciple of the Dao Ancestor. If he could have recruited him..."
"Such an important task, brother, you should remain seated on the Solar Star and strategize from behind the scenes! I will personally go to the Kunpeng's lair!"
Before Di Jun could finish speaking, Tai Yi's resounding voice, like the clanging of metal, came from outside the hall.