The Demon Emperor Descends, Eastern Emperor Taiyi's Fury!

"Ha ha!"

Seeing this scene, Demon Sage Ji Meng couldn't help but burst into laughter.

The bell-shaped treasure he had just unleashed was called the Binding Spell Bell, a rare treasure of the Primordial World. It had likewise been stolen by him from the Ancient Dragon Palace amid the chaos of the ancient Dragon-Han Cataclysm. Its function was simple: to bind magical power. Once activated, all beneath Saints would have their magical power sealed. Of course, his own magical power would be sealed as well.

This treasure was utterly useless in the great war against the Witch Race. After all, the Witch Race didn't even possess Primordial Spirits, so they had no fear of having their magical power bound.

In fact, once he used the Binding Spell Bell, even his own magical power would be sealed. Against the Witch Race, that would simply be courting death.

But against Primordial Spirit cultivators like Zhao Gongming, bringing out the Binding Spell Bell could achieve miraculous results if it caught them off guard. It could seal their magical power before they even had time to activate their defensive spiritual treasures, letting him smash them to death with a single punch.

At that thought, the smile on Demon Sage Ji Meng's face was nearly tangible. A Primordial Spirit Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal had absolutely no chance of surviving his full-force strike.

That Peak-Grade Innate Defensive Spiritual Treasure, and even that Slaughter Supreme Treasure, would all become his. With such a Slaughter Supreme Treasure in hand, he would stand undefeated among Quasi-Sages from then on!

"What?"

But just as Demon Sage Ji Meng was dreaming of the future, he suddenly sensed something. His smile froze as he stared rigidly ahead.

The next moment, in his expression as though he'd seen a ghost, a figure wreathed in hazy clear radiance slowly stepped forth, emanating an aura untouched by myriad tribulations and unstained by any spell.

"This treasure isn't bad!"

Zhao Gongming looked calmly at the Binding Spell Bell hanging in midair, a glimmer appearing in his eyes. "Now, it's mine!"

Boom!

The instant his words fell, before Demon Sage Ji Meng could recover his senses, a fist shrouded in hazy clear radiance came smashing down upon him with unimaginable might.

"No, impossible!"

Demon Sage Ji Meng was still immersed in disbelief. With his magical power sealed, how could Zhao Gongming before him possibly have survived?

But when it came to comparing physical bodies, as a general of the Ancient Dragon Palace, he feared not even top-tier Great Witches.

Watching Zhao Gongming's fist strike toward him, Ji Meng snorted coldly. Without dodging or evading, he met it head-on with a punch capable of shattering ancient stars.

Though he didn't know what life-saving treasure this fellow had used, if he dared compare physical bodies with him, there was absolutely no way he could survive this punch.

But at the very instant their fists collided!

"What?"

Demon Sage Ji Meng's expression changed drastically. An unimaginably terrifying force surged from Zhao Gongming's fist. At this moment, he felt as if he had collided head-on with an Ancestral Witch. With a sharp crack, his arm snapped outright. At the same time, under that irresistible terrifying force, his enormous body, like an ancient divine mountain, was blasted flying. He crashed through who knew how many rocks and mountains before barely coming to a stop.

"No, impossible... his physical body..."

With just one punch, Demon Sage Ji Meng had been seriously injured. Countless scales across his body had shattered, and blood streamed freely. Yet compared to the injuries to his body—

What he found even more unbelievable was Zhao Gongming's physical body.

Even when competing physically against top-tier Great Witches, he had only been at a slight disadvantage.

Yet now, his physical body had been utterly crushed by Zhao Gongming before him. Could this fellow's physical body have surpassed the level of a top-tier Great Witch and reached the threshold of an Ancestral Witch?!

At that thought, Demon Sage Ji Meng looked at Zhao Gongming as though he were looking at some kind of monster.

A Slaughter Supreme Treasure, a physical body comparable to an Ancestral Witch—when had such a monster emerged in the Primordial World?

But before Demon Sage Ji Meng could remain shocked, the fist wreathed in hazy clear radiance smashed down viciously once more.

By now, after refining the Pangu Jade Marrow, Zhao Gongming's Nine Revolutions Profound Art had advanced to the Fifth Turn. His physical body had exceeded the limits of a Great Witch and reached the threshold of an Ancestral Witch. Beneath his heavy, powerful fists, Demon Sage Ji Meng had no strength left to resist. In a short time, he was beaten into grievous injury, his body covered in countless cracks as though Zhao Gongming would smash him to death on the spot in the next instant. What made him even more despairing was that beneath the Binding Spell Bell, he couldn't even use the Blood Escape Technique!

"Stop!"

Just as Zhao Gongming was about to beat Demon Sage Ji Meng to death, an angry roar rang out. Immediately after, from the Heavenly Court atop Mount Buzhou, a blinding golden rainbow shot forth at a speed beyond imagination. It radiated the terrifying pressure of a Perfected Quasi-Sage and carried an ancient great bell whose chimes resounded through heaven and earth as it rushed over at incredible speed.

With only a glance, Zhao Gongming recognized the newcomer's identity. It was none other than the legendary supreme Demon Emperor, Eastern Emperor Taiyi!

"Demon Emperor, save me!"

Likewise, hope appeared on Demon Sage Ji Meng's face, which had been filled with despair. He immediately looked at Zhao Gongming beside him and threatened fiercely despite his inner weakness, "The Demon Emperor has descended. If you run now, there's still time. But if you offer up all the treasures on you, I can plead with the Demon Emperor to spare your life!"

Ji Meng was also stalling for time. After all, even if Zhao Gongming offered up his treasures, the Demon Race wouldn't let him go.

As for fleeing? In the Primordial World, whose speed could surpass the Demon Emperor's Golden Crow Rainbow Flight?

Yet Zhao Gongming looked at Demon Sage Ji Meng as though he were looking at an idiot. Since karma had already been forged, how could it be so easily settled?

Besides, others might fear the Demon Race, but he didn't!

This was the confidence that came from having a Saint at his back!

The next instant, his heavy, powerful fists rained down like raindrops, striking even more fiercely and leaving Demon Sage Ji Meng utterly dumbfounded.

Shouldn't you be afraid?

Shouldn't you be running away?

Are you really not afraid of the Demon Race?

Though doubts filled his heart, under the threat of death, his reaction wasn't slow in the slightest. He immediately burned the Demon Sage blood essence within his body, causing the muscles all over him to bulge as he tried to hold on until the Demon Emperor arrived.

But before the Fifth Turn of the Profound Technique and a physical body at the level of an Ancestral Witch, all of it was futile.

Crack! Crack!

Demon Sage Ji Meng was once again blasted by a punch into the mountain wall. His chest was smashed inward, and who knew how many bones and organs had been shattered.

As Zhao Gongming's merciless blows continued to fall one after another, his life aura grew weaker and weaker.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A Demon Sage's vitality was simply too tenacious. Even Zhao Gongming had lost track of how many punches he had thrown. Finally, within the enormous crater he had created, Demon Sage Ji Meng's life force completely dissipated.

Even in death, his eyes remained wide open, filled with unwillingness. He had survived even the ancient Dragon-Han Cataclysm, joined the Demon Court, become one of the Ten Great Demon Sages, and borrowed the Fortune of the Demon Court for a chance to attain the supreme Great Dao. Yet now, he had actually fallen at the hands of a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, and his hundreds of millions of years of bitter cultivation had completely turned to foam.

"You deserve to die!"

From the moment Zhao Gongming made his move to the moment Demon Sage Ji Meng spilled his blood, it sounded like a long sequence of events, but in truth, only several breaths had passed.

At this moment, as a golden rainbow descended, a middle-aged man with imposing horns and features arrived upon the battlefield, radiating the terrifying aura of a Perfected Quasi-Sage.

Looking at Demon Sage Ji Meng before him, who had been beaten to death on the spot in such a miserable fashion, Eastern Emperor Taiyi's face filled with towering fury.