The Oriole Takes the Bait, the Fish Takes the Hook

White Tiger Dao Lord's voice, nearly mad with rage, rang across the vast heavens through the Yang World's Sky Curtain Mystic Scene.

The gazes of the Demon Race's Spirit Transformation Dao Lords had only just appeared, before the eagerness stirring in their hearts could show.

Elsewhere.

Within the Demon Refining Mystic Sect's three-thousand-li Fortune Cloud.

The Eight Trigrams' spiritual currents pierced those Dao Lords' gazes in every direction like invisible swords.

The vast, faintly perceptible blaze of Dao arts seemed to anchor every Dao Lord's presence within the Yang World Domain!

Who dared move?

That would mean a fight to the death!

Liu Dongqing had been right!

The sects' Dao Lords seemed to have Liu Dongqing's Dharma Forms pinned down, but his Dharma Forms had them pinned down just the same!

None of them could move lightly!

For a moment.

Plain for all to see.

White Tiger Dao Lord's shrill, furious roars ceased to be a summons to the other Dao Lords and became a lament, laden with grief and resentment, for his approaching death.

Yet.

Just when everyone thought this slaughter of the Celestial Phenomena Dao's Demon Cultivators was about to reach its final conclusion.

Suddenly.

A somewhat sinister voice burst from the Sumeru Turbulent Flow.

"Shut up!"

"What a racket!"

"Say one more word, and the first thing I'll do after saving you is kill you in front of everyone!"

"I'll punish you for disrespecting the ancient imperial bloodline of the Holy Race!"

As his words fell.

Within the churning Sumeru Turbulent Flow.

A blazing-white sword light pierced the Sumeru Turbulence from far away.

Beneath its searing radiance, the surging Sumeru Power was burned into nothingness before it could even become a Sumeru Storm.

And within that sword light.

There was an indestructible, unstoppable resonance!

The Pure Yang