Demon Marshal Jidu gave a mocking smile and said:
"Patriarch Minghe, you likewise follow the Great Dao of slaughter and are likewise a towering figure of the Demon Gate within the Demonic Dao. You ought to stand on equal footing with Devil Ancestor Luo Hou, or at least not lag behind other Primordial World creatures. When facing the Vine Dao Venerable or Dao Ancestor Hongjun, you should stand as their peer, and when facing second-generation disciples of the Daoist School, you should stand as their elder. How could you debase yourself by addressing Shen Nong, a second-generation Spirit Vine disciple, as a fellow Daoist of equal standing?!"
"Hmph!" Hearing Jidu's words, Patriarch Minghe snorted coldly. "You remnant of the Devil Race! It seems not enough of your disciples have died, so your head still hasn't cleared. If I still followed Devil Ancestor Luo Hou's ways, still followed his example of seeking his own death, never mind anything else-the Daoist School Lineage would have evaporated this entire Netherworld Blood Sea long ago.
"And the disciples of my Asura Race, along with the Devil Race disciples hiding in the Sea of Blood, would long since have become fertilizer for the Human Race's fields.
"How would you ever have had the chance to strut around here putting on airs?!"
Faced with Patriarch Minghe's furious rebuke, the proud Demon Marshal Jidu was actually struck speechless, unable to offer a rebuttal!
A heavy thud rang out.
The streak of light Shen Nong had become used the Shennong Cauldron to smash straight through the gateway of the Netherworld Blood Sea.
It swept aside every layer of mist.
A moment later.
Shen Nong reached the center of the Netherworld Blood Sea and stood amid its ceaselessly churning killing intent and surging blood.
Within this Netherworld Blood Sea,