Tai Li looked at the man before him, Human Emperor Sword in hand. At first, he had called the two Demon Kings "furry, horned beasts," but now he was saying that the Demon Emperor had once been the Human Ancestor, and that humans and demons were one family.
It was enough to make Tai Li question everything he knew.
If you hadn't immediately killed the two Demon Kings, I could've pretended I didn't hear you call us "furry, horned beasts"!
But your Human Emperor Sword was still dripping with blood.
Calling us family while holding a butcher's knife... This...
Tai Li was nothing like the Sea of Blood Rakshasa. He was a proud peacock. The gap in their strength might have been enough to make him stop and talk, but he would never beg for mercy against his conscience.
Every Dharmakaya had its own path. Not everyone was like that Sea of Blood Rakshasa.
Even if I fall here today, I, Tai Li, will never yield!
Yet just then, the Demon Saint Spear in Tai Li's hand began to tremble faintly, and his expression changed.
"How is this possible?!"
Tai Li was aghast. He wasn't the Demon Saint Spear's successor; he had only borrowed it.
But he knew that the time wasn't right yet. Just as Dharmakaya lifespans had been drastically shortened, under the current Heaven and Earth Rules, even a Peerless Divine Weapon would exhaust its essence if it forcibly awakened.
For now, the Demon Saint Spear spent most of its time asleep.
And yet, after that man in front of him—whose butcher's knife was still dripping blood—kept insisting that humans and demons were one family, the Demon Saint Spear had faintly sent him a message?
It wants to talk?
How foolish!
"Even if you're only making a temporary