Di Jun Acts Ruthlessly, Demon Gods Harbor Malice

It took a full quarter of an hour after Hong Jun left for the Ancestor Witches to recover from the suffocating pressure.

"Fourth Brother!" "Fourth Brother!" "Fourth Brother!"

The witches called out, rushing towards where Zhu Rong had fallen.

Ju Mang and Hou Tu stepped forward, supporting the severely injured Zhu Rong from either side, releasing their respective law powers without reservation.

Nourished by the gentle Law of Wood and Law of Earth, Zhu Rong once again coughed up a mouthful of black, clotted blood, his breathing gradually stabilizing as he recovered.

"Fourth Brother, how are you feeling?" Hou Tu asked, her face full of concern as she looked at Zhu Rong anxiously.

"I'm fine!" Zhu Rong said with a wry smile, trying to move his body, only to be met with a sharp pain.

"Thank you both, younger brother and sister, for your treatment. My injuries have recovered by thirty percent, and I can move around without much issue."

Recalling the moment Hong Jun attacked, Zhu Rong's eyes still held a deep sense of lingering fear, and his voice involuntarily trembled slightly.

"The might of a Saint is truly terrifying. That was just a casual attack, and I didn't even have the courage to resist."

Hearing Zhu Rong's words, the other Ancestor Witches all wore grave expressions.

Let alone Zhu Rong being unable to resist, they, standing by the side, hadn't even had the courage to make a move.

Seeing his siblings' morale sinking, Di Jiang quickly spoke to comfort them.

"Don't be too disheartened, everyone. At least, we still have that one move. Although it's impossible to defeat a Saint with it, there's still hope of fighting them to a draw."

Everyone's eyes lit up upon hearing this. Di Jiang continued, "However, given our current situation, we need a lot more practice. Otherwise, once the Calamity truly descends..."

Di Jiang stopped midway through his sentence, not continuing further, but the unspoken meaning was clearly understood by the Ancestor Witches.

The thought of the Calamity arriving and the uncertain fate of the Witch Tribe left them all at a loss.

Meanwhile.

The situation for the Demon Race wasn't much better; everyone wore a worried expression, and the atmosphere was so oppressive it was suffocating.

"You all know what the Dao Ancestor said, right? Speak up, I want to hear it." Di Jun's gaze swept over the ten Demon Gods, each with a different expression, and he spoke sternly.

"This..."

The ten exchanged glances, stammering, all remaining silent, none wanting to be the first to speak, especially Nine Infants and Gui Che, who wished they could disappear.

They certainly knew what Hong Jun had said.

In the eyes of the Demon Race, they were the protagonists of the Hong Huang world, and the rest of the myriad races were merely tools evolved by Pangu to serve them.

What's more, there were those like Gui Che who refined the life force of a hundred thousand tribal beings to absorb their blood essence, and Nine Infants who slaughtered a million beings just to forge a spiritual treasure...

Such actions were commonplace.

Now, when Di Jun asked, the guilty Demon Gods didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Bai Ze looked at the Demon Gods bowing their heads in silence, feeling only helplessness. He had advised them many times, even personally rescuing beings who were being treated as blood food from other Demon Gods.

But as soon as he released them, they would capture new ones from elsewhere.

Bai Ze glanced at the uneasy Nine Infants and Gui Che and sighed.

"If only we had known this would happen, why did we do it in the first place?"

He exchanged a look with Shang Yang, and they nodded resolutely.

The two stepped out from among the Ten Great Demon Gods, bowed to Di Jun with clasped fists, and said, "Reporting to Your Majesty, this is due to our negligence in supervision and lack of strict oversight. We beg for your punishment."

Di Jun glanced at Bai Ze and Shang Yang, then swept his gaze over the other Demon Gods. Seeing their relieved expressions, he felt a surge of inexplicable anger.

He had initially thought that the Dao Ancestor's accusations were only about a portion of the Demon Race, but seeing the reactions of the Ten Great Demon Gods, he realized that such actions were likely not uncommon.

If even the Ten Great Demon Gods engaged in such behavior, one could imagine how rampant the rest of the Demon Race must be.

Di Jun's anger burned. Recalling the scene Liu Mang had described, where he was left speechless by Liu Mang's questions, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"This is practically pushing the Demon Race to a dead end! Such actions are a path to destruction, no different from suicide."

At this moment, Di Jun was truly afraid!

"Look at what you've done! If the Great Calamity truly comes, not a single one of you will escape."

Di Jun suppressed his anger. He saw the indifferent expressions on some of the Demon Gods and frowned, hardening his heart.

It seemed that a harsh hand was necessary!

Di Jun snorted coldly and looked at Bai Ze and Shang Yang.

"Bai Ze, Shang Yang, relay my decree! Henceforth, no member of the Demon Race shall refine forbidden arts or spiritual treasures using the blood essence or malevolent energy of the myriad races. Those who violate this order will be expelled from the Demon Race for minor offenses, and for severe offenses, they will be killed without mercy, even their divine souls annihilated!"

As Di Jun spoke, everyone was shocked. Bai Ze and Shang Yang even raised their heads, looking at Di Jun with stunned expressions.

Such severe punishments had never been seen in the entire Demon Court.

"Your Majesty, this... isn't the punishment too harsh? How about..."

Before Shang Yang could finish, Di Jun raised his hand to interrupt, "My decision is made! You need not persuade me further!"

As Di Jun spoke, he remembered Liu Mang's words and looked up at Liu Mang, only to find him watching him with a playful expression.

Di Jun gritted his teeth and continued, "Also, from this day forward, do not provoke disputes with the Witch Tribe without cause. If I discover any malicious provocation, do not blame me for showing no mercy!"

Bai Ze and the others looked at Di Jun's solemn expression, knowing further persuasion was useless. They said in unison, "We obey your decree!"

Di Jun's words were not spoken in secret; everyone present heard them clearly.

After speaking, Di Jun glanced at Di Jiang. Their eyes met, and seeing each other's expressions, they both froze for a moment before quickly looking away.

"This feathered bird finally did something good!"

"Cough, cough! Ninth Brother! Don't be disrespectful!"

Di Jiang coughed and said to the other Ancestor Witches.

"Our Witch Tribe must not provoke the Demon Race maliciously. If any are found doing so, they will be forbidden from entering the Ancestor Temple for life!"

Zhu Jiuyin and the others heard this and bowed solemnly, saying, "We will abide by Big Brother's decision!"

It should be known that the Witch Tribe's Ancestor Temple was where Pangu's head was enshrined. For the Witch Tribe, being forbidden from entering the Ancestor Temple was equivalent to being expelled from the tribe.

With this punishment, whether Great Witches, lesser Witches, or Ancestor Witches, no member of the Witch Tribe dared to cross this line.

Di Jiang thought for a moment and continued to add, "Furthermore, our Witch Tribe will try to subsist on Fierce Beasts and creatures without developed intelligence, and we will not slaughter all living beings like the Demon Race."

Di Jiang knew that although some members of the Witch Tribe would consume powerful Blood Food to increase their cultivation, they were a minority.

Moreover, there were many Fierce Beasts in Hong Huang, and they were not lacking in alternatives.

The conversation between the two was not hidden from those present. However, Liu Mang knew that the longer the conflict between the Witches and Demons was suppressed, the more intense its eruption would be.

It seems I need to find a way to make the Witch and Demon races fight.

But this level of control is something ordinary people can't manage.

Liu Mang thought to himself, his gaze fixed on Di Jun, Tai Yi, and Di Jiang. After thinking of something, Liu Mang immediately shook his head.

He then turned his gaze to Nu Wa.

I need to get a few Saints involved as overseers.