Gu Changqing's imposing strength was not confined to his words.
As his voice faded, laws surged around him, and order intertwined.
Sword intent swept across heaven and earth, making the Ten Demon Saints' expressions tighten.
There was no need for further words. Both sides already stood with swords drawn and bows bent.
Bai Ze came to his senses.
"Watch your words. This young man never acts as expected."
"Unless absolutely necessary, do not make an enemy of him!"
Bai Ze spoke quietly, reprimanding Ji Meng.
Though indignant, Ji Meng said nothing more.
Bai Ze stepped forward, his smile undiminished, and continued addressing Gu Changqing:
"Fellow Daoist Changqing, Ji Meng spoke without thinking. Please do not take offense."
"If fine wine is your passion, our Demon Court awaits you with ten thousand jars."
"Would you care to visit the Demon Court?"
Clearly, as the leader of the Ten Demon Saints, Bai Ze considered matters more thoroughly.
Today, the Demon Race had come only to slaughter humans and seize their blood essence.
If a cordial discussion could persuade Gu Changqing to stop interfering, that would be the best possible outcome.
But upon hearing Bai Ze's words, Gu Changqing merely cast him a careless glance.
"Heh, the Demon Court's wine... reeks of blood. It tastes foul."
"My heart is untroubled today. All I want is to get thoroughly drunk here among the humans."
As he spoke, Gu Changqing leaned against a boulder as though no one else were present and began pouring and drinking his wine.
He even waved his hand impatiently.
"You of the Demon Race, hurry back to Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens."
This time, even Bai Ze's expression darkened.
"Fellow Daoist Changqing, does that mean you insist on becoming an enemy of our Demon Court?"
"And protecting these antlike humans instead?"