The Chaos Bell boomed, silencing all myriad Daos and suppressing the Four Extremes;
Pangu Banner's energy blades swept across the skies, shattering the void.
The two Innate Supreme Treasures collided fiercely, sending the waves of the East Sea rolling backward and scattering the remnants of clouds across the heavens.
On the Demon Race's side, aside from the Chaos Bell, there was likely no Spirit Treasure capable of keeping Cultivators safe beneath such an assault.
Seeing how ferocious Yuanshi was, the Mystic Gate side did not interfere, lest they disrupt his performance.
Having taken Queen Mother of the West's Pure Water Bowl earlier, Bei Ming felt too embarrassed to put in no real effort;
Thus, he calmly stepped forward, blocked Di Jun's path, clasped his fists, and said:
"Fellow Daoist Di Jun, let this poor daoist experience the Demon Emperor's divine abilities."
Seeing Bei Ming's steady aura, Di Jun grew somewhat wary. Yet he did not rush to attack, instead opening with persuasion:
"Fellow Daoist Bei Ming's name had already reached this Emperor's ears even before the teachings at Zixiao Palace.
"With your innate foundation, Fellow Daoist, you are truly someone revered by our Demon Race.
"If you are willing to join the Demon Race, then the matter of the Immortal Court can be forgotten. The choice shall be entirely yours.
"Furthermore, I am willing to offer you the position of Demon Emperor. Stand shoulder to shoulder with me, and together we shall be honored by Heaven and Earth!"
Bei Ming could not help but sigh inwardly. Sure enough, status must be won through strength and backing.
Kun Peng had originally been forcefully subdued and compelled to hand over a wisp of his True Spirit;
Let alone the position of Demon Emperor, he had not even been given an official title.