The Demon Race Plots the Witch-Slaying Sword!

The Demon Race Plots the Witch-Slaying Sword! A demon king at the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal level, within the Sun God Hall where only Great Luo had the qualifications to attend court, excitedly and fervently presented a spiritual treasure wreathed in resentment, emanating an aura that made all living beings uncomfortable!

It was a saber-type spiritual treasure.

The many Great Luo and Quasi-Saints present looked over, only to find that this spiritual treasure was merely a Postnatal Middle Grade Spiritual Treasure. Other than its terrifying resentment that made living beings uncomfortable, they could see nothing remarkable about it.

"Ahhh!"

"Pain... it hurts so much."

"Why did you treat my people this way?"

Terrifying resentment rose from the saber-type Houtian Spiritual Treasure, and faintly, one could hear indistinct cries of grief, sorrow, and hatred.

"Your Majesty, this subordinate was previously ambushed by a Great Witch. That Great Witch was a Great Luo; with this subordinate's strength, I was absolutely no match for him, and even escape was exceedingly difficult. Yet it was this saber that effortlessly tore through the Great Witch's flesh!"

Before the Great Luo ministers in the Sun God Hall, a bird-headed, human-bodied Taiyi Demon King clad in black armor truthfully reported his experience.

Upon the imperial throne, Dijun was likewise quite curious, but his words and expression were incomparably imposing and solemn, fully displaying the bearing of a Heavenly Emperor. "Is this true?"

The Taiyi Demon King knelt and kowtowed. "This subordinate would never dare deceive Your Majesty!"

At that moment, Bai Ze, military advisor and foremost among the Ten Great Demon Sages, spoke. Waving his feather fan, he smiled and said, "Whether it is true or false will be known with a single test."

"Your Majesty, this minister requests that a Great Witch be brought up from the heavenly prison."

Dijun nodded. "Granted."

Very quickly, a burly man covered in wounds was escorted into the Sun God Hall by two Great Luo Demon Gods, bound in chains.

The two Great Luo Demon Gods tried to force the Great Witch to kneel, but even though he was severely injured, this Great Witch would never kneel and submit to an enemy.

With a light wave of his hand, Bai Ze sent forth a Law Blade that shattered the Great Witch's knees, making him cry out in pain as he fell helplessly to his knees.

This Great Witch had only recently advanced to become a Great Witch and had been captured by them on the battlefield.

Yet even a newly advanced Great Luo possessed a physical body that Cultivators of the same Great Luo Golden Immortal realm could do nothing against.

Unless they used a Supreme Innate Spiritual Treasure.

"Ah!"

"Damn you, Dijun! Sooner or later, my Witch Race will storm your bird Heavenly Court and drag you down from that imperial seat!"

The injured Great Witch gritted his teeth and roared.

The Witch Race respected neither Heaven nor Earth, honoring only Father God Pangu.

Let alone Dijun, the Heavenly Emperor beneath the Heavenly Dao.

Dijun's expression remained unchanged. "Begin."

"Yes."

Bai Ze signaled that Taiyi Demon King to begin.

With their Quasi-Saint-level strength, killing a Great Witch would be no difficult task. If a Quasi-Saint acted, there would be no need for this experiment.

It had to be tested by a Great Luo, or even a weaker Primordial Unity Golden Immortal!

"Yes."

The Taiyi Demon King swallowed nervously and carried the saber spiritual treasure wreathed in resentment toward the Great Witch.

In truth, he was not entirely certain either.

After all, he had only hastily used this saber to strike that Great Witch once.

It had indeed inflicted damage.

But the Taiyi Demon King was unsure whether it would still work this time.

"Hey, Witch Race savage, take my saber!"

The Taiyi Demon King shouted furiously, channeling the power within him into the saber spiritual treasure as he slashed toward the Great Witch's chest.

Slash!

The Great Witch's chest was effortlessly torn open, leaving a wound several inches deep.

Witch blood flowed.

The dense resentment lingered upon the wound, hindering the Great Witch's physical body from repairing itself.

"Ahhh!"

The Great Witch screamed, his face filled with disbelief.

Even though he was severely wounded, the strength of his physical body was not something a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal wielding a middle-grade Houtian Spiritual Treasure could break through.

"How is this possible?!"

It was not only the Great Witch. The many Great Luo and Quasi-Saints in the Sun God Hall were all shocked as well.

Great Witches comparable to Great Luo Golden Immortals could even use their physical bodies to contend against High Grade Innate Spiritual Treasures and withstand the spells and divine abilities of Great Luo Golden Immortals head-on, yet now their defenses had been broken by a mere middle-grade Houtian Spiritual Treasure?!

Something was wrong.

A mid-grade Houtian Spiritual Treasure was not the key. The key was the living beings' resentment refined into it during its forging.

"Beloved minister, how did you forge this Spiritual Treasure? And from which race did you obtain this resentment?"

Dijun was stirred.

Everything that had happened today had shown him an opportunity to defeat the Witch Race and ascend the throne of Co-Lord of Heaven and Earth!

If he defeated the Witch Race and became Co-Lord of Heaven and Earth, then with the Heavenly Court's fortune flourishing like the noonday sun, he might well be able to attain the Dao and become a Saint!

At that time, the Demon Race's Heavenly Court would truly have a Saint of its own.

The Great Luo Demon Gods and Quasi-Saint Demon Sages in the Sun God Hall, along with Eastern Emperor Tai Yi and Demon Master Kunpeng, all turned their gazes toward that Taiyi Demon King.

Stared at by so many great figures, the Taiyi Demon King grew somewhat nervous and hurriedly replied, "Reporting to Your Majesty, this treasure only requires ordinary forging methods. The most important thing is the resentment. This subordinate extracted it from the Human Race."

"Though this race is weak, their spirituality is exceptional. Even without cultivation to support them, their intelligence grows with age. Unlike other races, whose intelligence will never awaken throughout their lives without cultivation."

"This subordinate discovered that after humans are killed—even when they are cruelly tortured to death—they produce extremely powerful resentment!"

The Taiyi Demon King reported everything he knew.

At this moment, Eastern Emperor Tai Yi, seated beside Dijun, spoke. "The resentment produced by the deaths of other races is no good?"

The Taiyi Demon King answered, "Reporting to Eastern Emperor, this subordinate tested it before making this report. It can indeed be used, but its effect is not even one ten-thousandth that of the Human Race's."

Kunpeng's eyes shifted, and he immediately stepped forward with a smile. "Your Majesty, this is a peerless opportunity to wipe out the Witch Race. This minister proposes a large-scale slaughter of the Human Race, harvesting their resentment-filled three souls and seven spirits to forge a weapon of victory!"

Interest flickered in Dijun's golden, majestic eyes, yet he seemed to have some misgivings.

After all, two Saints stood behind the Human Race.

Although those two Saints rarely interfered in matters of the Human Race, they could not truly be disregarded.

But that concern was swiftly suppressed by his surging ambition!

"This plan shall be called... the Witch-Slaying Sword Plan. The Ten Great Demon Sages will personally lead the troops to the Primordial Land, slaughter the Human Race, and gather their three souls and seven spirits!"

"Yes!" ×9

Ji Meng, Ying Zhao, Jiu Ying, and the other Demon Sages respectfully accepted the order.

Only Bai Ze had far more to consider. "Your Majesty, the Human Race is, after all, a race created by Saint Empress Wa, and the foundation upon which Ren Sect was established. If we slaughter the Human Race to extinction... I fear we may incur the wrath of two Saints."

"Mm..." Dijun considered it seriously, then nodded. "Beloved minister, your words are reasonable. Then... leave some of the Human Race alive. Do not exterminate them completely."

So long as he, Dijun, defeated the Witch Race, ascended to the position of Co-Lord of Heaven and Earth, and used that boundless fortune to attain the Dao and become a Saint, he naturally would not fear being held to account by two Saints.

Dijun wanted to become a Saint too desperately.

He had been weak for too long.

"Yes."

Seeing the unquestionable look in Dijun's eyes, Bai Ze chose to remain silent.

He knew that His Majesty had already made up his mind. Saying more would be useless.

The orders were swiftly issued.

The Ten Great Demon Sages set out with one hundred billion Heavenly Soldiers and Generals of the Demon Race.

But when they arrived at the Primordial Land, they were dumbfounded.

Where was the Human Race?

Where had all those damn humans gone?!