Hearing these words will not only make the opponent feel humiliated, but will also affect their emotions...

When Tuoba San heard these words, he felt that his father was encouraging him, and that his words were full of praise and compliments...

If others knew what Tuoba San was thinking, they'd probably ask him if he knew what was right and wrong. Your father is clearly just making you a target of hatred…

"Ouch... how did you get slapped in the face? Your teeth are all gone, won't you be eating with a whistling sound coming through you?"

"You bearded good-for-nothing, stay away from my son. I told him I'd use your beard to make a calligraphy brush; he's been eyeing your beard for ages..."

"Ouch...that hurts so much..."

I couldn't help but grimace. I was just saying it casually, but Tuoba San actually plucked the bearded demon cultivator's beard. Judging from the other's contorted expression, I knew how much it hurt...

However, without the beard, this demonic cultivator looks much younger; he should thank me…

"Why don't you fight back? Look at my son, he's getting stronger and stronger, and look at you cowardly good-for-nothings. You demonic cultivators are cowardly enough, but you still have to jump out and seek death. Aren't you despicable?"

"Son, we don't need those underhanded tricks, just a kick that'll cut off their genitals will do..."

"Hey, you demonic cultivator, you're fighting, but why did you throw up? It's obvious you ate quail eggs. But I'm curious, do demonic cultivators eat this stuff?"

The demonic cultivator who was beaten so badly that he vomited turned purple; only those who have experienced it can understand the pain...

He really wanted to yell at me, "You're the quail egg! Your whole family are quail eggs! Didn't you see I got a kick from your son that'll kill me off?"

But the sound seemed stuck in his throat; not a single syllable escaped, and his expression was extremely distorted…

Under the watchful eyes of countless onlookers, Tuoba San, with overwhelming superiority, slew two demonic cultivators at the ninth-rank Martial Emperor level…

Such combat prowess silenced countless demonic cultivators. They understood that even in a two-on-one fight, few at the same cultivation level could defeat Tuoba San…

This is a disgrace to all demonic cultivators. While everyone remained silent, I launched into a mocking tirade…

"Who else?"

My angry shout drew everyone's attention; no one knew what I meant...

I deliberately scanned everyone around me and said in an extremely arrogant and domineering manner.

"Let me ask you, who else dares to provoke my son, Tuoba San? He alone could slaughter all the trash of your Demonic Sect at the same cultivation level..."

Holy crap…

The demonic cultivators watching were cursing inwardly. This was a mockery of all demonic cultivators; it was just too damn arrogant.

"Look at all of you! You're all cowards! My son just stands here, and he's enough to make you tremble with fear. You bunch of wimps, and you even have the nerve to call yourselves demons? I'm ashamed of you for saying it out loud..."

Tuoba San became even more proud, even looking at me with encouraging eyes. That's how it should be; he wanted to be his father's pride, so that his father could proudly say, anytime, anywhere, "My son is Tuoba San..."

Completely unaware of the trouble this would cause him, he just looked at me with a satisfied expression, using my name to show off in front of all the demonic cultivators…

"Too arrogant..."

"How dare outsiders be so arrogant on our Demonic Sect's territory? Is there no one who can kill them?"

"We are demonic cultivators, why should we fight one-on-one? Why should we fight against each other at the same cultivation level?"

"Yes, he's right. We're demons, there's no need for rules, right? Just kill him..."

"This is too humiliating. So what if he has a good son? Does he have to be so arrogant?"

"Exactly, so what if he has a good son? Look at his smug expression, he even kidnapped the Holy Maiden of the Demonic Sect to be his servant, it's too much..."

"Exactly, that's too much! I wish I had a son like that, so I could have a saintess by my side..."

"What the hell are you thinking? We're talking about the Demonic Sect's reputation right now, it has nothing to do with the Holy Maiden..."

The surrounding demonic cultivators were abuzz with discussion; some were envious, some jealous, some angry, and some eager to try their luck…

I heard everything these demonic cultivators said. Although I have no cultivation, my soul is a Heavenly Soul, and even in the Western Continent, it's not guaranteed to find someone who possesses a Heavenly Soul...

"I'm not targeting everyone here, but in my son's eyes, you demonic cultivators are all trash; not a single one of you can fight..."

My words caused another huge uproar among the demonic cultivators, and the news spread rapidly from here...

This caused a huge uproar among the hundreds of demonic sects in the west. It was an attempt to establish authority by stepping on the faces of countless demonic cultivators. If Tuoba San's arrogance could not be suppressed, then the demonic cultivators of the west would become a laughing stock in the west...

A rogue cultivator, without any sect or faction, actually broke through the Demonic Sect's territory as if it were empty...

Such humiliation would make countless demonic cultivators unable to hold their heads high, and would also cause righteous sects to look down on the demonic sects. Once the righteous sects believe that the demonic sects are weak, they will definitely launch a large-scale invasion...

Although the Demonic Sect is not afraid, a battle between good and evil will inevitably result in mutual destruction...

An undercurrent of unrest began to stir throughout the Western Demon Sect, as many factions had already realized that Tuoba San was going to participate in the Heavenly Pride Dao Discussion Conference…

This is a grand gathering of the Western Demonic Sect, bringing together most of the sect's most outstanding talents...

Thanks to the efforts of countless sects, an undercurrent targeting Tuoba San has begun to stir...

My throat was getting dry from talking, and Shi Miaomiao, who was next to me, kindly handed me a bottle of water...

When I opened the seal on the porcelain bottle, a rich spiritual energy emanated from it…

"Holy crap... that's spiritual liquid, a rare and precious material that can help people improve their cultivation. What is he going to do with it?"

"He's just an ordinary person, he wouldn't be going to drink some spiritual elixir, would he?"

"Even the Demon Cloud Sect wouldn't dare to be so extravagant. Even our sect's Holy Son doesn't have access to spiritual liquid. How could an ordinary person like him dare to do this?"

"Shut up, you spendthrift! You can't do this..."

"I'm going to kill you! Stop now! Don't drink it..."

"Please, stop drinking it. Name your price, I'll buy it..."

The demonic cultivator was on the verge of a mental breakdown. Was there no justice left? He'd risked his life cultivating to this point, and yet he was still inferior to an ordinary person…

Besides, for an ordinary person, drinking spiritual liquid is useless; such behavior is simply a waste of resources…

"What are you bunch of useless trash yelling about? I was just thirsty and wanted some water, why are you all so agitated?"

Hearing my Versailles-like words, the surrounding demonic cultivators were seething with hatred...

"Enough! If you want it, come and fight me. If you win, I'll give you the elixir..."

Tuoba San's voice was domineering and cold; wherever his gaze fell, the demonic cultivators all retreated...

In this situation, who would dare to steal it? Wouldn't that be courting death?

"Let's all work together, I refuse to believe we can't get it..."

A demonic cultivator suddenly shouted...