Fierce Battle Against the Demon Race, Taiyi Turns Hostility to Peace

Ji Meng and Ying Zhao heard the tone in which Li Yu spoke. It seemed the visitor meant no good and bore them hostility, so without revealing a trace, they signaled the accompanying Demon Race members to be ready at any moment.

Not one among their group could hold out before Li Yu. If they simply swarmed him without any formation, it would not accomplish much.

Fortunately, they had already mastered the Primordial River Luo Grand Formation. Ji Meng and Ying Zhao's two groups of demons could each deploy one such formation, allowing them to wield strength on the Quasi-Saint level.

"Then could Sect Master Li give our race an explanation? Why have so many demons suddenly lost their lives within Human Race territory? You should know that our race has never troubled the Human Race of the Primordial World!" Only after ensuring his side was prepared did Ji Meng speak.

Li Yu merely chuckled upon hearing this, then said, "I do not care whether you truly do not know the truth or are merely playing dumb. There is only one thing to say: those demons were slain because they sought to harm the Human Race. The Human Race was not at fault in this matter."

After hearing Li Yu's words, Ji Meng and Ying Zhao both fell silent.

Though the Demon Emperor had been doing his utmost to conceal certain matters, rumors had still spread within the Demon Court. As two great commanders of the Demon Race, the two of them naturally knew more than most.

Now that matters had come to this, there was no longer any possibility of stopping and reconciling. If Ji Meng and Ying Zhao withdrew now, the Demon Race would lose all face. Li Yu, meanwhile, could not possibly yield either; otherwise, the Human Race behind him would be left to the Demon Race's slaughter.

"Sect Master Li, you slander our race so freely with nothing but your lips and teeth. It seems we must settle this with our hands!"

No matter what, they absolutely could not admit to plotting against the Human Race. Otherwise, it would amount to openly provoking two Saints, and that could very likely bring terrible trouble.

Li Yu had long expected that the Demon Race would not admit to this, and he had never intended to argue with them.

As they spoke, Ji Meng and Ying Zhao had already skillfully arranged the Primordial River Luo Grand Formation with the other demons, standing ready in stern array.

Li Yu had heard of this formation's reputation. It was said to be one of the four great killing formations of the Primordial World. Seeing it today, it truly was extraordinary. Li Yu did not dare let his guard down and immediately summoned the Pure World White Lotus for protection.

Ji Meng and Ying Zhao stood at the cores of the two formations. With the formations' enhancement, their mana had already far surpassed the Golden Immortal Realm. They immediately brought out their respective magic treasures and charged at Li Yu.

It was not as if Li Yu had never faced the equivalent of two Quasi-Saint experts at once. The last time he had simultaneously faced Zhunti and Minghe's attacks, he had been somewhat stretched thin. Yet against Ji Meng and Ying Zhao now, he handled them with effortless ease.

Li Yu summoned the twin swords Yuantu and Abi, sending each to meet Ji Meng and Ying Zhao.

Magic treasures collided, and formidable mana spilled outward. For a time, the heavens where they clashed blazed with a riot of wondrous colors.

Aside from Ji Meng and Ying Zhao, the other demons were not idle either. The magic treasures in their hands all flew toward Li Yu.

For a moment, magic treasures rained down like a storm!

Li Yu then summoned the Mysterious Origin Water-Control Banner. The banner swelled with the wind, spanning the sky and blotting out the sun. With a single sweep, it destroyed half the magic treasures hurtling toward him, while the remaining half was blocked outside by the Pure World White Lotus.

These magic treasures were not fit to grace the stage. Thus, though their momentum was great, they still could not harm Li Yu.

Yuantu and Abi flew back into Li Yu's hands. He glanced at the sharp swords in his grasp, then flashed forward and rushed toward one of the Primordial River Luo Grand Formations.

Li Yu had not deliberately chosen one, but he happened to pick Ji Meng. The latter was greatly alarmed when he saw Li Yu approaching. He immediately fought while retreating, calling for Ying Zhao to come assist him.

But they were, after all, two separate formations and could not draw too close. Ying Zhao could only send out his magic treasure, striking toward Li Yu's back.

Li Yu merely raised his hand and swung a sword, knocking Ying Zhao's magic treasure flying back. Then he swung another sword at Ji Meng.

The sounds of magic treasures colliding in the sky rang without cease, like muffled thunder.

This anomaly had long since drawn many eyes. All they saw was a man above the clouds, wielding twin swords and driving two groups of demons back step by step.

Just as the Demon Race's situation looked dire, a streak of rosy light flew over from afar.

"Brother Li, please stay your hand for now!"

The newcomer was none other than Taiyi of the Demon Race. At this moment, he had already summoned the Chaos Bell.

Li Yu did not hesitate. After cleaving Ji Meng away with a sword, a streak of black light flew from his sleeve and shot straight toward Taiyi.

The Godslayer Spear collided with the Chaos Bell before flying back, but the aftershock from the clash of the two treasures spread outward. Ji Meng and Ying Zhao were both struck by it, and caught off guard, their Primordial River Luo Grand Formations nearly collapsed.

Only then did the two great commanders of the Demon Race understand that Li Yu had not used his full strength in fighting them just now—or rather, he had not used his true power at all. Otherwise, they would already have perished, their bodies and souls extinguished.

"Brother Li, wait! I mean no harm!"

Taiyi was equally horrified. He had not expected Li Yu to still have the focus to fight him while dealing with two Primordial River Luo Grand Formations. Such strength was likely already at Quasi-Saint Perfection, a full level above his own Late Quasi-Saint cultivation.

If not for the Chaos Bell, Taiyi reckoned he might well have met his end here today.

"Demon Emperor Taiyi, do not tell me you knew nothing about the Witch-Slaying Sword!"

Li Yu stopped attacking. Ji Meng and Ying Zhao both retreated behind Taiyi, though they did not disperse their formations.

"To be honest, fellow Daoist, I only learned of this matter recently. That is why I hurried here," Taiyi explained.

"Then will the Demon Race continue slaughtering the Human Race in the future?"

Taiyi quickly waved his hand. "Here, in the name of the Demon Emperor, I give you my guarantee: such things will never happen again. Our race has already abandoned the forging of the Witch-Slaying Sword."

"If that is so, then return the Witch-Slaying Sword to the Human Race. This sword has been stained with the living souls of one hundred thousand humans. It absolutely cannot be allowed to remain outside!" Li Yu said with utter finality.

"Very well. I will handle this matter and certainly deliver the sword to you for disposal!"

With matters at this point, Li Yu no longer pressed the Demon Race. After all, the protagonists of this great tribulation were the Demon Race and the Wu Clan. There was no need for the Human Race to force itself into the play and insist on wrestling arms with the Demon Race.

Though the innocent deaths of one hundred thousand humans filled Li Yu with fury, a gentleman's revenge could wait ten years. Today, these one hundred thousand human souls would one day be commemorated with the blood of a million demons.

Li Yu watched as Taiyi led Ji Meng, Ying Zhao, and the many great demons away, returning to the Demon Court. Only then did he turn and leave.

After Taiyi returned to the Demon Court, he hurried to Di Jun's palace.

"Brother, stop forging the Witch-Slaying Sword. Stop at once!"

Upon seeing Di Jun, Taiyi did not bother with pleasantries and went straight to the point. Di Jun froze for a moment upon hearing this before slowly saying, "You know of this matter too."

"Brother, do not let the Human Race turn to the Wu Clan's side because of a single sword!"

"So what if they do? They are only the Human Race. They are far too weak to become an aid to the Wu Clan!"

"But is the Human Sect behind the Human Race weak? Are the Saints weak?"

"Our race has Saints as well!"

"Brother, how much do you believe that yourself? After all these years, have the Saints' attitudes not been clear enough?"

Faced with the pale truth in Taiyi's words, Di Jun fell silent and did not speak for a long while.