Come on, Demon Saint Yingzhao, let's trade a few blows!

"Old Ox, hide when the fighting starts!"

"Why, Young Master?"

"I can help too!"

Shi Yu rolled his eyes and said, "Old Ox, the weakest people the demon race brought are all Grand Unity Golden Immortals!"

Azure Ox said nothing. He silently lay down on the ground. Since he couldn't help, he might as well keep eating. After all, he was the mount of a future Saint. Even if the demon race refused to give the Dragon Clan face, they would surely give Taiqing some face.

The Old Dragon King took a deep breath and forced himself to remain calm. "Di Jun, my Dragon Clan has inherited its legacy for countless epochs. How could I abandon the foundation built by generations just because of a few words from you? Even if we perish together today, my Dragon Clan will never submit!"

"Then you'll need the strength to perish together with us, Old Dragon King!"

Di Jun shook his head slightly, as if regretting the Old Dragon King's stubbornness, or perhaps simply looking down on him.

The Ten Great Demon Sages behind him all took a step forward. Powerful demonic aura gathered together, shrouding the entire East Sea Dragon Palace.

"Ao Ren, I'll give you one last chance. As long as you lead the Dragon Clan into submission to the demon race, the Four Seas will still be ruled by your Dragon Clan."

Di Jun spoke slowly. Compared to his younger brother, Eastern Emperor Tai Yi, Di Jun preferred resolving matters through negotiation. If he could avoid fighting, he would.

The Old Dragon King's gaze swept back and forth between Di Jun and the nine Demon Sages, silently weighing the pros and cons.

He knew that today's matter would be difficult to resolve peacefully. But to suppress the Dragon Clan through force and abandon its dignity to become the demon race's underling? That was absolutely impossible!

"Sigh!"

"I came here with the utmost sincerity!"

"But things have come to this. We can only settle it with our fists!"

Di Jun slowly rose to his feet, revealing the pressure of a late-stage Quasi-Saint. The Ten Great Demon Sages behind him summoned their spirit treasures. Eleven Quasi-Saints—by the standards of the present prehistoric world, this was top-tier strength.

"My Dragon Clan swears to die rather than submit! This is the pride of my Dragon Clan!" The Old Dragon King struggled to rise while enduring the pressure of a Quasi-Saint.

"Hahahaha!"

"Well said, little Ao Ren! You have the same backbone as your father, who died in battle!"

Several figures flew out from the depths of the Dragon Palace. They were none other than Candle Dragon and the Nine Sons of Ancestor Dragon. All of them possessed Quasi-Saint cultivation. They were the Dragon Clan's final trump cards, aside from the Azure Dragon Saint Venerable.

"Di Jun, aren't you bullying the Dragon Clan too much?"

As Candle Dragon opened and closed his eyes, it seemed as if the sun, moon, and stars revolved within them. His majesty was fully revealed.

"So what?"

Di Jun finally abandoned any thought of negotiation. Now that Candle Dragon had appeared, it was obvious there was nothing left to discuss.

"This is my Dragon Clan's territory. Di Jun, let's fight overseas. I'd hate to see the Dragon Clan's things damaged," Candle Dragon said with a smile.

"You're my senior, so naturally, I'll follow your lead!"

Candle Dragon stepped forward and disappeared from the East Sea Dragon Palace. Di Jun followed close behind.

The Nine Sons of Ancestor Dragon stepped forward together, each facing one Demon Saint, and soon became locked in battle with them.

Oh dear, there were surely readers who would ask: weren't the Nine Sons of Ancestor Dragon only nine people? The demon race had ten Demon Sages, so where was the extra Demon Saint?

Answer: Demon Saint Yingzhao was currently carrying his long spear toward Shi Yu.

Ghost Chariot had originally wanted to personally kill Shi Yu to avenge his good friend, the newly appointed Demon Saint Bifang. However, Yingzhao stopped him. This kid was good at stirring things up, so it was better to leave the matter to him.

"Old Dragon King, hold him off for a moment. I'll be right back!"

"Then, Young Friend, come back quickly!"

Seeing Shi Yu run outside Crystal Palace, Demon Saint Yingzhao tried to chase after him. The Old Dragon King frowned and moved to block him.

"Old Dragon King, I advise you not to seek death!"

"Demon Saint Yingzhao, please teach me!"

"Moo~"

"Young Master, didn't you have a backup plan?"

"Why aren't you using it?"

Shi Yu had just run toward Crystal Palace, and Azure Ox followed closely behind him.

"My backup plan needs a little preparation. Who would've thought they'd start fighting without even exchanging insults..."

According to convention, shouldn't they have talked trash first and only then started fighting? Damn it, neither side was following the script.

Shi Yu took the gourd from his waist and waved his hand. Three portraits flew out of it. They were none other than portraits of the Sanqing.

Immediately afterward, Shi Yu placed the gourd on top of his head, cosplaying as a Gourd Baby.

"Master, Second Martial Uncle, Third Martial Uncle, who's there?"

Shi Yu bowed to the three portraits. That's right, he was calling for reinforcements remotely.

At that moment, Taiqing was refining pills in Eight Views Palace when his heart stirred. A slight mishap occurred, and an entire furnace of golden pills was ruined just like that.

"This disciple of mine has gotten himself into trouble again~"

Taiqing shook his head and waved his horsetail whisk, causing a portrait to unfurl.

Golden Horn and Silver Horn, who had been lying in the courtyard basking in the sun, looked at the Alchemy Pavilion billowing black smoke and helplessly shook their heads. Why had their master been blowing up the furnace so often lately?

Inside Jade Void Palace, Yuanshi stopped lecturing, closed his eyes, and contacted Shi Yu through the portrait.

Inside Green Waters Palace, Tongtian also stopped lecturing. With a wave of his hand, a light screen appeared in the main hall. Duobao and the others burst into laughter when they saw Shi Yu's gourd-topped appearance.

At that moment, Shi Yu's cry for help reached all three of them simultaneously.

"What rotten luck. I ran into my old enemy again, and I can't beat him."

"Master, Martial Uncles, give me a hand!"

Taiqing nodded slightly and waved his hand. Two streams of light flew into the portrait.

Yuanshi said nothing either. A stream of light flew out of Jade Void Palace and forcibly pierced through space.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Eldest Martial Nephew, Third Martial Uncle can't make it over either!"

"How about this? Third Martial Uncle will give you my most powerful treasure! I wish you a great display of might!"

Tongtian said with a laugh. With a wave of his hand, four immortal swords entwined in killing intent appeared around him, while a suppressing diagram appeared in his hand.

"That won't be necessary, Third Martial Uncle..."

"It's just a fight with a Demon Saint. There's no need to set up the Four Swords of Zhu Xian, right..."

"Oh, Master and Second Martial Uncle's reinforcements have arrived. Third Martial Uncle, I'm off to fight!"

"The signal's bad on my end. I'll hang up first~"

With that, Shi Yu decisively cut off his connection with Tongtian. He nodded as he looked at the three streams of light hovering before him.

Third Martial Uncle was simply too fierce. At the slightest disagreement, he wanted to set up the Four Swords of Zhu Xian Formation. He hadn't even considered his martial nephew's strength, nor worried that the formation might backfire on me...

Inside Green Waters Palace

"Damn it! Your Martial Uncle showed you such goodwill, and you actually refused to appreciate it!"

Tongtian said angrily. The four immortal swords beside him let out a buzzing roar, as if cursing Shi Yu for not recognizing their value.

"Master, what did Eldest Martial Brother Shi Yu say he was going to do just now?" Duobao stepped forward and asked. He had been too busy laughing at his eldest martial brother's outfit to pay attention.

"He's going to fight a Demon Saint from the demon race. I wonder whether Eldest Martial Brother will be in danger!" Wudang Holy Mother said worriedly.

Inside the East Sea Dragon Palace

"Why hasn't Young Friend returned yet? This old dragon is about to lose his grip~"

The Dragon King of the East Sea's dragon robe had long since been reduced to tatters. If not for the support of the East Sea's dragon vein, he would have already been beaten to death by Demon Saint Yingzhao.

"Come on, Demon Saint Yingzhao, let's trade a few blows!"

A blue stream of light shot toward Demon Saint Yingzhao. It was none other than Shi Yu, who had returned.