A Flick of the Finger Subdues Demons, the Temple Resonates

"Hand over a strand of your life-bound primordial spirit at once, and follow this general to the Thirty-Three Heavens to serve as a celestial slave before the Heavenly Court!"

His words were overbearing and tyrannical to the extreme.

The tens of thousands of Yao soldiers aboard the warship also jeered in unison, raising their weapons one after another.

They looked at Li Qingxiao with mocking faces, as though he were a lamb awaiting slaughter.

Faced with such provocation, Li Qingxiao did not even pause.

His expression was as calm as water. He did not even spare the Yao general a proper glance, merely uttering a few words indifferently:

"Too noisy."

Before his words had even faded.

Li Qingxiao did not even bring out a single spiritual treasure.

He merely circulated the Supreme Divine Blood within his body slightly, causing the power of his blood and qi in his right arm to tremble faintly and casually!

Crack—!!

From the spatial backlash caused by that mere tremor of blood and qi.

The waters of the Eastern Sea within a radius of ten thousand miles instantly collapsed downward by a thousand zhang!

Li Qingxiao pressed his index and middle fingers together, then lightly pushed down at the warship ahead through the air.

Boom!!

Heaven and earth lost their color!

An invisible, intangible force of physical might, as heavy as an ancient divine mountain, descended from above.

That indestructible Ten-Thousand-Year Dragon Bone Warship.

The instant it came into contact with that power, it shattered and broke apart on the spot like brittle dead wood!

The arrogant Daluo Yao general's face instantly changed from pride to boundless terror.

He did not even have time to raise the twin hammers in his hands before a terrifying force of the Great Dao slammed him viciously into the mud at the bottom of the sea!

Pfft!

The Yao light protecting his body was extinguished inch by inch. Every bone in his body shattered in an instant, and his Daluo Dao Fruit cracked violently!

With merely a press through the void from two fingers, a great general of the Demon Court at the Early Great Encompassment Golden Immortal realm.

Lay limp in the deep-sea mud like a dead dog, his Dao heart nearly collapsing completely!

Li Qingxiao stood above the sea with his hands behind his back. His gaze swept indifferently over the Yao general in the mud as he spoke calmly:

"A One-Horned Rhino Spirit that cultivated into Daluo by relying on a little favorable wind dares to prattle about heavenly might before me?"

With that one sentence, he directly exposed the Yao general's concealed true origin and form.

The Yao general lay deep within the mud, coughing blood without end as his soul trembled to its utmost limit.

Only now did he understand that this young man, who appeared to possess no cultivation whatsoever.

Was clearly an unfathomable peerless great expert!

"Great Immortal, spare my life! Great Immortal, spare my life! This lowly one had eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai!!"

The tens of thousands of surviving Yao soldiers around them were frightened out of their wits.

They threw away their weapons one after another, knelt upon the ruined deck, and frantically kowtowed in plea for mercy.

Li Qingxiao's eyes remained as still as an ancient well. He did not create any needless slaughter.

To him now, such ants were not even worthy of making him use a true killing move.

He lightly swept his long sleeve, and a wave of pure white air blasted the wreckage of the ship ten thousand miles away.

"Though the Demon Court's fortune is flourishing, its hand has stretched too far. Sooner or later, it will be cut off."

Li Qingxiao withdrew his gaze and no longer paid attention to those terrified Yao beings.

A phantom of an immaculate White Lotus silently appeared beneath his feet.

It transformed into a streak of pure white escaping light that spanned heaven and earth, tearing through the void.

And raced directly toward Mount Buzhou at the center of the Primordial World.

The Yao had established the Heavenly Court; the Wu would surely be enraged.

In this age of great contention, it was time to make a move.

Deep within the earth veins of Mount Buzhou lay Pangu Temple.

The entire temple had been carved from enormous unyielding Chaos stones, exuding a vast, desolate baleful aura as if Hongmeng itself had been created there.

Yet at this moment, the atmosphere within the temple was violent and oppressive to the extreme.

Bang!!

A deafening crash rang out.

Zhurong, the Ancestral Witch of Fire, smashed the Mysterious Crystal Divine Seat beside him to pieces with a single punch.

Scarlet Zhurong Divine Flame erupted from his seven orifices, burning the void until it twisted and collapsed.

"I'm furious! I'm truly furious!"

Zhurong flew into a rage, his voice roaring through the temple like exploding thunder:

"Those two Feathered Brutes are nothing but mongrel birds that hatched on the Solar Star!"

"They actually dared to proclaim themselves Heavenly Emperor and Eastern Emperor in the Thirty-Three Heavens, even claiming to rule all the heavens and myriad worlds?!"

"The Primordial World was formed from Father God's body. What are they worth, that they dare point fingers and give orders over Father God's bloodline?!"

Gonggong, the Ancestral Witch of Water, abruptly rose to his feet as well. Nine Netherworld Heavy Water surged and roared around him as he echoed angrily:

"That old ghost Zhurong is right! Those Yao brats have gone too far!"

"Big Brother, give the order! We'll gather the billions of Wu warriors from all twelve tribes and charge straight into the Thirty-Three Heavens!"

"We'll smash that damned Lingxiao Palace to pieces, drag down those two Golden Crows, pluck them clean, and roast them!"

Dijiang, the Ancestral Witch of Space, sat at the head of the hall with a gloomy expression, while the laws of space around him churned violently.

Qiangliang, Xizi, Jumang, and the other Ancestral Witches were likewise brimming with fighting spirit.

Their immense blood and qi gathered beneath the temple dome, forming a violent vortex of slaughter.

The Wu revered only Pangu and were born with unyielding pride.

The Yao's act of establishing the Heavenly Court and announcing it to the world was no different from trampling upon the Twelve Ancestral Witches' reverse scales.

However, amid the enraged crowd, Houtu, the Ancestral Witch of Earth, slightly furrowed her delicate brows.

Houtu wore a goose-yellow long dress, with the gentle origin of earth flowing around her.

Looking at her furious brothers, her eyes were filled with deep worry, and she could not help but try to dissuade them:

"Brothers, do not act rashly!"

"Just now, when heaven and earth resonated and the Yao Emperor announced his decree to the Heavenly Dao, immeasurable clouds of golden merit descended upon the Thirty-Three Heavens."

"This shows that the Yao's establishment of the Heavenly Court is a great trend tacitly approved by the Heavenly Dao."

"The Thirty-Three Heavens possess every advantage of time and place, and are further protected by the Chaos Bell and the Thirty-Three Heavens Stellar Origin."

"If our Wu race throws all its strength into attacking the Heaven Realm at this time, we will surely suffer grievous casualties, and the living beings of the earth will also be drowned in blood!"

"Houtu, why are you speaking for outsiders?!"

Zhurong widened his huge bell-like eyes and shouted in exasperation:

"Are we supposed to let those mongrel birds run wild in the skies?!"

The two sides argued without yielding, and the violent baleful aura within the temple nearly lifted its roof away.

Just as the situation reached this tense, sword-drawn moment.

Buzz.

The tightly sealed, heavy stone doors of the temple silently slid open by a crack.

A slender figure clad in a moon-white Daoist robe stepped into the temple at an unhurried pace.

The newcomer looked composed, his robes fluttering gracefully. It was Li Qingxiao, who had arrived from the Eastern Sea.

The instant Li Qingxiao stepped into the temple, an unbelievable scene occurred!

Deep within Pangu Temple, that Pangu Supreme Divine Might which could make even Daluo Golden Immortals unable to take a single step.

Produced not the slightest rejection or suppression when it swept across Li Qingxiao's body.

Within every inch of the dark-golden divine bones in Li Qingxiao's body.

The origin of that drop of [Pangu Primordial Marrow Divine Liquid] suddenly formed a powerful resonance with the temple!

Dong!

The towering divine statue of Father God Pangu enshrined in the center of the temple, at that moment.

Miraculously let out a vast, ancient, and distant hum of the Great Dao!

From the statue, gentle black-and-yellow divine light slowly descended, enveloping Li Qingxiao like spring wind and nourishing rain.

"This... this is?!"

The Twelve Ancestral Witches, who had been raging and clamoring within the temple, fell completely silent in that instant.