Lu Ya vs. Kuafu

This was truly the most agonizing torment in the mortal world.

If it were pain, he could have gritted his teeth and endured it, but this was itchiness, and he couldn't move to scratch it.

What else could he do?

More importantly, Qin Feng couldn't even faint, he could only endure it with his eyes wide open.

If he could have screamed, the entire mountain range would have heard him.

This torment lasted for more than half a day.

Qin Feng felt his willpower blurring.

He couldn't hold on any longer.

Finally, the unbearable itch on his body disappeared.

Qin Feng's vision went black, and he fainted.

At this moment, the Witch Race and the Demon Race had already had their initial encounter.

As the Eastern Emperor had said before, he had asked Di Jun to accompany him to the Witch Race.

And now, they had indeed gone.

On the Demon Race side, there were only the Eastern Emperor and two others; the third person was his only surviving youngest son.

The Witch Race, however, had many people present. Not only Hou Yi and Xing Tian, but even Kuafu, who was greatly exhausted, had come.

It was clear they were completely wary of the Demon Race.

They were afraid that the demons would make some sly move at this critical juncture.

That would be extremely unfavorable.

"Hou Yi, Kuafu, you owe me an explanation."

As soon as the Eastern Emperor arrived, he fixed his gaze on Hou Yi and Kuafu.

It was evident that he had understood what had happened that day from his youngest son's account.

This "ghost fire hand" was Hou Yi, and Kuafu was just an accomplice.

If the Eastern Emperor's last son hadn't merged the power of his nine older brothers, he would likely have been pursued and killed by Kuafu as well.

"Hmph, you want an explanation? Then why didn't you keep a better eye on your son?"

"Do you know how much torment that caused the mortal world? And if you had just harmed others, fine, but you actually came to our Witch Race territory."

Hou Yi snorted coldly, showing no respect to the Eastern Emperor at all.

There was almost no room for reconciliation between their two factions, so there was no need to save face.

War would break out soon anyway; who cared about saving face? Would saving face prevent the war?

That was obviously impossible.

"Very well, if that's the case, then let me see how strong you are."

The Eastern Emperor said nothing further. With a flash of light in his hand, a great bell filled with chaotic colors appeared.

This was the Eastern Emperor's life-bound magical treasure, which he called the Eastern Emperor Bell, also known as the Chaos Bell from ancient times.

Although the Eastern Emperor Taiyi could not unleash its full power when using the Chaos Bell, it was still far more powerful than what others could wield. This was the inherent difference in the treasure itself.

Hou Yi, of course, was not afraid of the Eastern Emperor Taiyi.

With a flash of light in his hand, a divine bow of pale gold appeared.

This was also Hou Yi's life-bound magical treasure, forged over countless years with innumerable materials.

As the two were about to fight, Di Jun spoke.

"Wait a moment, Eastern Emperor. Didn't you say you were just here to talk today? If you two really start fighting, it probably won't end anytime soon."

"Can you two bear the consequences, whatever they may be?"

Di Jun's mood was currently very foul.

Although he could understand the Eastern Emperor's grief over the death of nine of his ten sons, with the last one nearly killed, he had to be cautious now, as the fate of the great war between the Witch and Demon races was at stake.

Even if it meant offending the Eastern Emperor at this moment, he couldn't afford to hesitate.

The Eastern Emperor Taiyi snorted coldly.

"Fine. In that case, let my son fight Kuafu. Their grievances have not yet been settled, and I must have some satisfaction today."

As the Eastern Emperor spoke, the representatives of the Witch and Demon races fell silent.

Even Hou Yi and Kuafu were no exception.

Soon, a golden bird, engulfed in solar flames, flew over.

This was the Golden Crow, which had already fused with the sun's flames with the Eastern Emperor's help.

It was also the Eastern Emperor's last son.

After he appeared, the air around them immediately became scorching hot, as if much of the moisture in the air had evaporated.

Kuafu's expression turned serious.

He had chased the Eastern Emperor's tenth son before, and at that time, he had only been repelled by the surface temperature.

Kuafu had not yet fully recovered, possessing only half of his peak cultivation.

But under normal circumstances, he would have been absolutely confident in defeating, or even killing, the Eastern Emperor's tenth son.

However, the Eastern Emperor's tenth son had now fused with the sun's fire.

Continuing the fight would truly be dangerous.

But if Kuafu retreated, wouldn't that bring shame to the Witch Race?

Let alone fighting the Eastern Emperor, if he couldn't even defeat the Eastern Emperor's tenth son, how could he possibly fight the Eastern Emperor?

Kuafu's expression darkened slightly, and then he took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind.

A light flashed in his hand, and he swallowed something.

Instantly, his aura surged.

This was Kuafu's trump card, a heavenly treasure that could quickly restore his strength to about eighty percent of his peak.

Heavenly treasures of this caliber were extremely rare.

They were practically in short supply, and only the Witch Race, after their ancient inheritance, had managed to preserve some.

Even the Heavenly Court of the Demon Race likely did not possess heavenly treasures of this level.

Even the Eastern Emperor's pupils contracted slightly when he saw Kuafu's recovered strength.

But he didn't say anything further.

"Father, leave him to me. If it were before, I might not have been his opponent, but now he only has eighty percent of his strength, and I have already fused with the sun's fire."

"I've become another sun, in a sense. I will let him know that defying the heavens is an extremely foolish thing to do."

Lu Ya, the Eastern Emperor's tenth son, said arrogantly.

At the same time, his eyes on Kuafu were filled with nothing but rage and hatred.

Because yesterday, it was Kuafu who had almost caught him and tried to finish him off.

Lu Ya had felt like he was teetering on the brink of death.

Finally, the two of them were about to fight.

As if by unspoken agreement, they both moved back a distance.

Leaving the central area completely clear for the two combatants.

A great battle was about to erupt.