The Demon Court's Great Powers Enter the Fray, and the Ancestral Witches Are Thoroughly Suppressed

East King Duke had long ago sworn an oath to the Heavenly Dao. Gonggong had ordered him to fight Sect Master Tongtian—how could he dare disobey?

The Heavenly Dao was clear and just. He not only had to obey, but had to give it his all!

So East King Duke gripped the Purple Gold Dragon Head Cane and urged the Hongmeng Purple Qi to gather around it. Rolling Hongmeng energy shook the world for thousands of miles as he brought the cane crashing down toward Sect Master Tongtian's head.

Sect Master Tongtian let out a cold laugh. "East King Duke, my master named you the leader of the male immortals, yet now you're helping the Witch Clan attack a saint's disciple. How despicable. I'll send you a poem."

The poem went: "East King, leader of immortals, rough in style; first with demons, now with witches, all the while. Swore to Heaven with a foolish brain; now you're everyone's punching bag, bound by another's chain!"

When he finished reciting, Sect Master Tongtian burst into laughter. With a casual wave, the Green Ping Sword appeared in his hand, a wisp of Hongmeng Purple Qi gathering around it as he swung it at East King Duke's Purple Gold Dragon Head Cane.

The poem perfectly captured East King Duke. First he had allied with the Demon Race, then with the Witch Clan. He was hardly fit to be the leader of the male immortals; his character was utterly coarse. Now he had become an Ancestral Witch's punching bag, and he had only himself to blame.

That string of taunts had hit the mark perfectly, putting Tongtian in high spirits.

East King Duke was so furious he nearly lost his breath. He could barely keep hold of the Purple Gold Dragon Head Cane; it hummed