Beating Eastern Emperor Taiyi to a Pulp—Supreme Demon Emperor? I'd Beat Him All the Same!

Since Zhao Gongming had only just emerged from seclusion and didn't understand the situation in the Primordial World, he naturally hadn't joined any faction within it.

And since he could slay a Demon Sage and stand head-on against a Demon Emperor, Zhao Gongming's strength was naturally far from as simple as it appeared.

His true cultivation was at least at the Late Quasi-Sage level. If such a top-tier powerhouse could be recruited into the Western Sect, the Western Sect's strength would soar.

At this thought, Zhunti said excitedly, "Come, Senior Brother, let's hurry to Mount Buzhou!"

"Don't rush, Junior Brother. As the saying goes, adding flowers to brocade is no match for sending charcoal in the snow!"

Yet Jieyin remained exceedingly calm and said with a smile, "Don't rush, Junior Brother. As the saying goes, adding flowers to brocade is no match for sending charcoal in the snow!"

"Quasi-Sage powerhouses are often proud by nature. If we go there now and truly save him, he likely won't be too grateful!"

"Once he encounters a life-or-death crisis, we'll step in and save him. With such karma between us, he surely won't dare refuse repayment. Joining our Western Sect will then be as natural as water flowing into a channel!"

In the Primordial World, karma owed to Saints wasn't so easily repaid. So long as they rescued him, under such karma, that Quasi-Sage would have no choice but to join their Western Sect!

For a time, the Two Western Sages exchanged glances, confident smiles appearing on both their faces. It was as though they had already regarded Zhao Gongming, this "Quasi-Sage" powerhouse, as prey in their bag!

Meanwhile, as Mount Buzhou trembled, the Twelve Ancestral Witches within Pangu Temple at its foot were all alarmed as well.

"Where did this fierce fellow come from? At the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm, he killed a Demon Sage of the Demon Race and even withstood a strike from that feathered bastard Eastern Emperor Taiyi?"

Zhu Jiuyin, the Ancestral Witch who wielded the Time Dao divine ability, seemed to have seen something. He abruptly rose to his feet, shock filling his face.

Within the River of Time reflected by him, a figure wreathed in hazy clear light, radiating the cultivation of a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, faced Eastern Emperor Taiyi without seeming to fall into the slightest disadvantage.

"Hahaha! Whoever he is, so long as he's butting heads with the Demon Race, our Witch Race will definitely back him up!" Zhurong, the Ancestral Witch with a python's head and human body, clad in black scales and standing upon black dragons, laughed so loudly that Pangu Temple trembled.

"Hahahaha! Since this fellow is an enemy of the Demon Race, he's a friend of our Witch Race. Our Witch Race must protect him!" Dijiang, the Ancestral Witch whose body was yellow like a sack, crimson like cinnabar fire, with six legs and four wings, declared.

He was the eldest of the Ancestral Witches. Once he had spoken, the other Ancestral Witches all nodded in agreement.

"Come on, brothers! Let's go pluck every last feather off Eastern Emperor Taiyi!"

Very soon, at Dijiang's command, all Twelve Ancestral Witches headed toward Mount Buzhou.

Demon Court, Sun God Palace.

Dijun and the many Demon Sages were likewise watching the battle at Mount Buzhou, their faces equally filled with shock.

That Eastern Emperor Bell was one of the three Heaven-Opening Supreme Treasures—the Chaos Bell.

Once it was brought forth, even Late Quasi-Sage powerhouses would suffer grievous injuries. Yet now, it had actually been blocked by a mere Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal. This was simply too unbelievable.

"Your Majesty, this is bad! The Twelve Ancestral Witches are heading for the summit of Mount Buzhou as well!"

At that moment, Demon Sage Bai Ze's expression changed. Seemingly sensing something, he hurriedly gave a warning.

"It doesn't matter!"

Dijun shook his head, entirely unmoved. The Golden Crow Rainbow-Transformation Art was the foremost speed divine ability in the Primordial World. Combined with the Heaven-Opening Supreme Treasure, the Chaos Bell, if Eastern Emperor Taiyi wished to flee, even the Twelve Ancestral Witches couldn't stop him.

But if the Demon Race mobilized in full force, the situation would become impossible to control. One misstep, and it could completely evolve into a great war between the Wu and Demon Clans.

Though the Wu and Demon Clans were riddled with conflicts and were destined to fight sooner or later.

It absolutely couldn't be now. At the very least, they had to wait until he and Eastern Emperor Taiyi attained the Sub-Saint realm before launching a war.

"Demon Master, go to Mount Buzhou and make sure that fellow doesn't escape!"

Dijun looked down at the black-clad Demon Master Kunpeng and issued the command. With the Witch Race interfering, Eastern Emperor Taiyi might not necessarily be able to kill that fellow.

But with Kunpeng, whose speed ranked among the fastest in the Primordial World, added to the mix, even with the Witch Race present, they could completely block off that fellow's retreat while also supporting Eastern Emperor Taiyi and preventing any mishaps.

Most importantly, Kunpeng possessed extreme speed as well, so he had no fear of those reckless brutes of the Witch Race who only knew brute force.

"Very well!"

Upon hearing this, Kunpeng immediately unleashed his extreme speed and rushed toward the battlefield at Mount Buzhou.

The many Great Supernatural Beings of the Primordial World—Red Cloud and Zhen Yuanzi, trapped within Five Villages Temple, Minghe Ancestor in the Boundless Blood Sea, and others—also turned their gazes toward Mount Buzhou.

But they all merely watched the show. After all, when a matter had nothing to do with oneself, one hung it high and watched. Who would go looking for trouble for no reason?

"I didn't expect you to block one of my strikes. This should be a defensive Supreme Treasure, shouldn't it?"

On Mount Buzhou, Eastern Emperor Taiyi looked at Zhao Gongming, who had summoned the Thirty-Six Heavens Worlds and directly blocked his furious strike. Surprise likewise appeared on his face.

But now wasn't the time for surprise. The ripples from such a battle had likely already alarmed the Twelve Ancestral Witches at the foot of the mountain.

Once the Twelve Ancestral Witches came to interfere, he might not fear them, but killing Zhao Gongming would likely become far more difficult.

"End this quickly!"

Eastern Emperor Taiyi's eyes turned cold as he drove the Chaos Bell to its limit. Its chime rang through heaven and earth as it once more smashed viciously down toward the Thirty-Six Heavens Worlds.

Even if it was a defensive Supreme Treasure, how much power could a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal's cultivation truly bring out? Before long, the transmitted aftershocks alone would be enough to grievously wound Zhao Gongming until he spat blood.

But before the Chaos Bell could descend—

Ding!

A crisp bell chime rang out. Then, to Eastern Emperor Taiyi's utter shock, even the Perfected Quasi-Sage mana within his body was sealed. How could he possibly continue to move the Chaos Bell at all?

A cold smile had already appeared on Zhao Gongming's face. His fist, wreathed in hazy clear light, came crashing viciously down at Eastern Emperor Taiyi.

Passively taking hits wasn't his style.

With Demon Sage Ji Meng dead, the Binding Spell Bell had naturally lost its effect. However, under his Heaven-Defying Comprehension, Zhao Gongming had swiftly refined and activated the Binding Spell Bell.

Sure enough, this strange treasure's effect was simply heaven-defying—it could directly seal even Eastern Emperor Taiyi's Perfected Quasi-Sage mana!

"Courting death!"

After his brief surprise, Eastern Emperor Taiyi quickly calmed down. Looking at Zhao Gongming's incoming punch, a confident sneer appeared on his face.

As the supreme Demon Emperor and one of only two Three-Legged Golden Crows in the Primordial World, his physical body was unimaginably powerful. Even against Ancestral Witches, he was only slightly at a disadvantage.

This fellow actually dared compete with him in physical strength. He was truly courting death.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi neither dodged nor evaded. His fist, wreathed in boundless Solar True Fire, shot straight forward.

But at the very instant the two fists collided—

"What?"

The expression on Eastern Emperor Taiyi's face suddenly froze. Before he could react, a terrifying force surged over him, knocking his body off balance and sending him flying. At the same time, before he had even stabilized himself, the fist wreathed in hazy clear light came down with overwhelming force and smashed viciously into his face.

Bang!