"Please welcome the next victim!"
Speak of Cao Cao, and Cao Cao arrived.
An arrogant, domineering voice came from the distant horizon, yet everyone present heard it loud and clear.
"You Wu Clan barbarians sure got here quickly!"
When he began speaking, he was still far away, no bigger than a matchstick. By the time he finished, he was already standing before them.
Looking up, they saw that the newcomer seemed to have stepped out of the Sun Star itself. Great golden sunlight swirled around his body, a Heavenly Dao Imperial Mark gleamed between his brows, and his dark golden hair flowed down to his waist. He wore a Heaven and Earth Crown, golden battle armor, and a war robe adorned with Flame Divine Patterns.
He was as flashy as could be, as dazzling as could be.
It was like a mouse biting a bull's ass—truly bullsh*t impressive.
Compared to him, the Ancestral Wu looked like the local earth god coming home: rustic to the bone.
Moreover, Liu Mang felt the very air grow scorching with this man's arrival, frightening him into quickly ducking farther behind Fu Xi.
The newcomer was the Demon Race's Demon Emperor, Eastern Emperor Tai Yi. He looked down on everyone from above, surveying the surroundings with utter disdain and not taking the Wu Clan seriously at all.
"What? Someone from my Demon Race is about to attain the Dao, and you couldn't hold back anymore? You came here looking for a fight?"
At Tai Yi's words, the Ancestral Wu fell silent. He had, unfortunately, guessed right.
When they had first come, the Ancestral Wu had indeed intended to disrupt Nu Wa's attainment of the Dao and prevent a Saint of the Demon Race from emerging.
After all, if the Demon Race produced a Saint, it would be nothing less than a catastrophic disaster for the Wu Clan.
As the honest young gentlemen of Hong Huang, the Ancestral Wu clearly were not as shameless as Liu Mang. They could not bring themselves to deny what they had done.
Thus, having their intentions exposed left the Ancestral Wu unsure how to explain themselves, and the scene fell quiet.
Just as no one knew what to say, Xuan Ming stepped forward first. She glared at Tai Yi indignantly and, deciding to throw caution to the wind, cursed loudly.
"Tai Yi, you mangy bird, you're asking for a beating! Which one of your eyes saw us disrupting Fellow Daoist Nu Wa's attainment of the Dao? How dare you slander us out of thin air!"
As Xuan Ming spoke, she waved her hand and sent out a mass of Ice Qi. Wherever it passed, even the air seemed about to freeze solid.
Seeing Xuan Ming attack, Tai Yi did not move at all. Instead, he pointed at her and laughed mockingly.
"Oh, Big Brother, look! She's panicking! She's panicking!"
The moment Tai Yi finished speaking, a figure appeared before him.
From Tai Yi's form of address, it was obvious that this person was Di Jun, ruler of the ancient Demon Court and Demon Emperor.
Di Jun was dressed similarly to Tai Yi, also wearing a Heaven and Earth Crown, but he wore a Sun Moon and Stars Robe. His red hair fluttered in the wind, making him seem both divine and demonic.
Compared to Tai Yi, Di Jun's aura was more restrained beneath the cleansing golden radiance of the great sun. Countless stars seemed to perish and be reborn in his eyes, making him impossible to ignore.
The Ice Qi unleashed by Xuan Ming met the True Sun Flame surrounding Di Jun. As though it had encountered its natural nemesis, it rapidly vaporized and melted away upon contact, hissing before finally vanishing into thin air.
Di Jun cast a sidelong glance at the crowd and sneered disdainfully. "The Wu Clan truly hasn't improved at all. Don't bring out such pathetic tricks and embarrass yourselves."
Watching the arrogant Di Jun, Liu Mang could not help curling his lip.
How many toads did you eat to get such a big mouth?
Hou Tu ignored Di Jun's mockery. Instead, she smiled faintly, looked up at Di Jun and Tai Yi, and asked softly.
"You say our Wu Clan came with ill intent? Fellow Daoist Nu Wa is attaining the Dao, yet your Demon Race arrived even later than we did. Could it be that you have a guilty conscience?"
At Hou Tu's words, Di Jun and Tai Yi exchanged a glance before looking toward Fu Xi. Fu Xi said nothing, merely lowering his head in silence.
It was not as though Fu Xi had never considered what Hou Tu said. Di Jun and Tai Yi's late arrival already explained everything.
Di Jun and Tai Yi could travel using the light of the Sun Star. They should have been faster than the Wu Clan, not slower, yet they had arrived so long after them.
If there was no problem here, Liu Mang would not believe it even if he were beaten to death, and neither would Fu Xi.
That was why Fu Xi had not spoken up to stop the Wu Clan from arguing with Di Jun and Tai Yi.
Di Jun and Tai Yi had their own unspeakable grievances.
Nu Wa attaining the Dao was a good thing for the Demon Race, but it was not necessarily good for the two of them.
If Nu Wa succeeded in attaining the Dao, who would have the final say in the Demon Race afterward?
If they listened to the Saint, what would be the point of the Demon Court's existence? Where would the two brothers stand?
If Nu Wa listened to them instead? Beneath Saints, all were ants. In all of Hong Huang, who would dare disobey a Saint's command?
As the two hurried over, they were filled with contradictory, tangled feelings, like a girl awaiting her first love: afraid he would come, afraid he would not come, and afraid he would come and do something improper.
Liu Mang looked at Hou Tu with excitement. Now this was more like it! An argument needed back-and-forth verbal sparring to be interesting.
The other Ancestral Wu's eyes lit up at Hou Tu's words. Di Jiang could not help sighing in relief repeatedly. Fortunately, he had been clever enough to let Hou Tu lead this operation, or they might have suffered badly!
As the saying went, the ones who understood you best were not your teammates, but your enemies. Having seized upon Di Jun and Tai Yi's weak point, the Wu Clan began firing away relentlessly.
Zhu Jiuyin: "Isn't this what they call a thief crying thief?"
Tian Wu: "Exactly! Exactly!"
Zhu Rong: "Look, they aren't even refuting it. So that really is what they were thinking?"
Tian Wu: "Exactly, exactly!"
Ju Mang: "Looks like they never considered Fellow Daoist Nu Wa and Fellow Daoist Fu Xi as one of their own~"
Tian Wu: "Exactly, exactly!"
Gong Gong: "Old Nine, can you use a different phrase? I'm about to throw up from hearing that!"
Tian Wu: "Exactly, exactly!"
Gong Gong
"Ah, the Demon Race is still the Demon Race. Their hearts are just as filthy." She Bishi sighed deeply, shaking his head with a face full of emotion. Then he did not forget to add, "Fellow Daoist Fu Xi, I'm not including you or Sister Nu Wa in that!"
Watching them stir the pot, Tai Yi, already hot-tempered by nature, grew furious. Pointing at She Bishi, he shouted, "Who are you calling filthy-hearted? Say that again if you dare!"
Facing Tai Yi's rebuke, She Bishi showed no fear. He looked at Tai Yi provocatively. "So what if I mean you? You mangy bird! If you've got the guts, come down here and fight me!"
After saying that, She Bishi crooked a finger at Tai Yi.
Tai Yi naturally would not fall for it. As a Three-Legged Golden Crow, the sky was his most suitable battlefield. Likewise, the Ancestral Wu's home ground was the earth.
As long as the Ancestral Wu did not leave the ground, their bodies could be replenished by the earth's turbid qi. Even if Tai Yi fought for a day and a night, he might not be able to harm them in the slightest.
Tai Yi did not indulge She Bishi either, saying with a disdainful look, "If you've got the guts, come up into the sky!"
Zhu Rong said, "If you've got the guts, come down to the ground. I'll fight you!"
Tai Yi spat. "Do you take me for an idiot? If you're so damn capable, why don't you go up into the sky?"
The two sides argued heatedly, and Liu Mang watched with great interest.
Although it differed from modern arguments that centered on one's mother, used one's father as a radius, and dragged in eighteen generations of ancestors—where winning meant both parents were alive and losing meant the family tree ascended to heaven—it had the advantage of being primitive and pure.
Well, mainly because he was bored enough to fart. He could not run, and he could not escape, so he might as well find something to do.
As he watched, Liu Mang pulled out something resembling an apple from the Spiritual Fruits gifted by the Ancestral Wu and began crunching away at it.
After taking only a small bite, he felt as though something inside his body had begun to grow, leaving him slightly bloated.
Could this be spiritual power?
Liu Mang's eyes lit up. Like a marmot, he clutched the Spiritual Fruit and started devouring it furiously.
"ε=(′ο｀*))) Sigh!"
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