Fierce fighting
"I didn't want to bring up the past, but Young Master seems eager to dig up the past." Ling Hua took a deep breath, calming his anger. "Everyone knows that over four hundred years ago, Demon Lord Jiufang Jie led the demons to attack the summit of the Clouds and sealed all the immortals in the Dark Land."
"It was not until today that the seal was broken and our immortal race was able to regain its freedom."
It wasn't that he didn't harbor any hatred towards the demons, but he didn't want to see an endless cycle of revenge. He kindly advised, "The Immortals are generous and won't hold grudges against the demons for their previous offense. Please leave on your own accord and don't force us to take action."
The other party's righteous words made Jiufang Mingyuan and all the demons present very angry. Wu Kui rushed forward and cursed.
"Fuck you Immortal Clan! It was your despicable and shameless old Lord who bullied our clan's former Saintess and stole our Demon Clan's most precious treasure. We are fighting here to get our things back!"
"You sanctimonious hypocrites of the Immortal Clan are confusing right and wrong and spouting nonsense, acting as if you are the victims. Do you have any shame?"
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The sound was so loud that the immortal soldiers standing in the front row could hear it clearly and couldn't help but talk about it.
Although the immortals in the rear couldn't hear clearly, they were also furious when they saw that the demons not only refused to leave but also dared to act so aggressively. Immortal Venerable Beiyu struck while the iron was hot and once again brought up the idea of attacking the demons, and the other immortals echoed him.
The Heavenly Emperor glanced at the palace gate at the top of the cloud, but did not see Jiufang Jie. He was about to order the troops to go out, but when he saw Ling Hua turning around and walking back, he temporarily stopped the order.
Negotiations will definitely fail. Wait until he comes back and find a reason to send troops openly.
Ling Hua was a little confused after being scolded. What he heard from the other party was completely inconsistent with his memory of what happened. He asked, "What did you say?"
Wu Kui wanted to curse again, but Jiufang Mingyuan kicked him aside. He unwillingly shut up and stood back.
He stared at Ling Hua for a while. The confusion on his face didn't seem fake. There must be some hidden secret. It would be a waste of time to talk to him again.
Jiufang Mingyuan didn't bother him. He folded his hands and leisurely stated two conditions, "If you want to return to Cloud Peak, you can. First, Junlin must return the Yin-Yang Universe Pearl to me. Second, he must take the initiative to announce the truth to the world and apologize to the demon clan."
Ling Hua was very dissatisfied with his calling the Lord of Heaven by his name, but he did not say much and just turned around and left.
Unexpectedly, upon hearing about the Yin-Yang Universe Pearl, the Emperor flew into a rage and directly ordered an attack on the demons without even having time to listen to the second condition.
Anyway, now that Jiufang Jie is not here, the rest of the demons are just a mob and cannot withstand a single blow.
The situation changed rapidly, negotiations broke down, and Ling Hua was ordered to personally lead the immortal soldiers to attack, surrounding the demon clan densely.
"Brothers..." Wu Kui just raised his axe and rushed forward, but Jiufang Mingyuan grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and threw him backwards.
"Back off." Jiufang Mingyuan raised the corner of his mouth and flew forward alone to fight. "I'm not in a good mood today. You guys are unlucky."
He raised his right hand, and something slowly appeared in his empty palm. With just one glance, the demons fled frantically.
Wu Kui fled as fast as he could, not even looking back, his voice filled with panic and excitement, "Run! The Young Master is going to whip me!"
If even the leader of the demon clan acted like this, the other demon clan members would know how terrifying it was and immediately evacuate the battlefield.
Surrounded by dense demonic energy, the handle engraved with dense talismans revealed its true form.
Jiufang Mingyuan gripped the handle tightly and swung it lightly. The whip flew out and made a loud "snap" sound in the air, which made people's scalp tighten.
The whip was about nine feet long, pitch black with a faint blue glow. A closer look revealed it was covered in spikes, a single lash would cause blood to flow. It was currently flying without a single gust of wind, fluttering beside its owner.
Jiufang Mingyuan stood in mid-air, his eyes cold and icy, his golden mask casting a shadow. Beneath the mask, the smile on his lips resembled that of a demon from hell.
"God-killing whip?"
The long whip left a deep impression on the immortals who had participated in the war between immortals and demons, and they recognized it at a glance.
Just now, seeing the demons fleeing in panic, I had assumed they were afraid of the immortals and would surrender without a fight. I was secretly delighted, but who would have thought Jiufang Mingyuan would actually take out the God-Slaying Whip? It turned out they weren't afraid of the immortals at all, but the God-Slaying Whip.
The God-Slaying Whip was crafted from the bones and blood of ancient demonic beasts, imbued with the aura of the devil for tens of thousands of years. Its power was immense, capable of shattering an ordinary immortal into smithereens with a single touch. Even demons found it difficult to withstand its might.
Four hundred years ago, the Demon Lord Jiufang Jie defeated the immortals with this magic whip and sealed and imprisoned them.
The immortal soldiers all stopped in their tracks, not daring to move forward. Then, someone shouted, "What are you afraid of? He's not Jiufang Jie."
"Yeah, he's not Jiufang Jie. He might not be able to use the God-Slaying Whip even if he holds it."
Hearing this, Ling Hua's heart tightened and he wanted to order the attack to stop, but it was too late.
The immortal soldiers marched towards the top of the cloud in a mighty force, attempting to pursue the fleeing demons. The next moment, they were all stopped by Jiufang Mingyuan's whip.
His figure appeared and disappeared from time to time, and he swung a long whip, easily pulling back the immortal soldiers who rushed into the palace gate.
Row after row of immortal soldiers were blown away, screaming in the air. In just a moment, they were turned into pieces, with blood and flesh flying everywhere, and fell to the ground.
Blood mist filled the air, and blood splashed from the whip onto the faces of the immortal soldiers. Those who dared to approach the top of the cloud were all wiped out by Jiufang Mingyuan.
He was imbued with demonic energy, guarding the palace gate alone at the summit of the cloud, with the air of a single man blocking the way for ten thousand. He spoke coldly, his voice echoing throughout the immortals, "With this deity here, don't even think about harming the demons."
Ling Hua was utterly shocked, brandishing his halberd and charging forward. "How could you possibly use the God-Slaying Whip? Who are you?"
How is it possible? In just three or four hundred years, how could the demon clan have a second Jiufang Jie? He even looks stronger than Jiufang Jie.
Before he could reach him, Jiufang Mingyuan swung out his long whip, wrapping it tightly around his halberd. Then, with a gentle tug, he flung the incredibly sharp halberd outward and delivered a vicious kick to Ling Hua's chest.
He flew backwards and landed squarely in front of the Heavenly Lord, causing the immortals to become furious.
The immortal soldiers rushed forward, and the immortals in the back also took out their magic weapons and flew forward, completely disregarding whether they were gentlemen or not, and besieged Jiufang Mingyuan.
The black figure flickered left and right, effortlessly maneuvering even against a horde of immortals. Whips swung and lashed, screams echoed. Wherever Jiufang Mingyuan passed, lesser immortals were reduced to a bloody mist, while those with greater cultivation were left ripped and torn. No one could stand against him.
His body and face were covered in blood, and he was blood-thirsty.
The white clouds turned crimson, and the mortals, unaware of the truth, thought it was a good omen from heaven and were rejoicing.
The immortals were completely defeated. Even when the God of War Ling Hua recalled his weapon and fought Jiufang Mingyuan in close combat, he could only last ten rounds.
After being whipped away by the God-Slaying Whip once again, his figure vanished from the spot. The next moment, his fist pierced the air and fiercely smashed into Jiufang Mingyuan's right solar plexus.
As if anticipating it, Jiufang Mingyuan tilted his head back slightly, easily dodging the attack. Then, he swiftly raised his left hand, grasped Ling Hua's neck with unerring precision, and slammed him down onto the open ground in front of the Cloud Peak Palace.
With a loud "bang", the ground cracked into spider patterns. The strong impact made Ling Hua's mind go blank and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
"Just you guys?" Jiufang Mingyuan had easily defeated him. He now held Ling Hua's vitals tightly, his tone full of sarcasm reaching the ears of all the immortals, "Get out of here now, or I'll destroy you all today."
"I will do what I say."
After saying that, he let go of her hand, stood up, took a half step back and glared at the other person.
Ling Hua clutched his chest and struggled to get up from the ground. His eyes were filled with anger as he looked back at Jiufang Mingyuan, his voice almost rasping through his teeth, "This is too much!"
Retreating without a fight would be a great shame and humiliation, but he was also clearly aware of the huge gap in strength between him and the opponent, and it was impossible for him to forcibly take back the top of the cloud.
Continuing the attack would only result in meaningless sacrifices. No matter how unwilling he was, Ling Hua could only summon the immortal soldiers to retreat.
The immortals suffered heavy casualties. After returning, Ling Hua knelt before the Heavenly Sovereign and asked for punishment. "Ling Hua was defeated and failed to complete the mission. Please punish me, Heavenly Sovereign."
From a long distance, the Emperor looked at the lone figure at the palace gate on top of the cloud, remaining silent.
The moment Jiufang Mingyuan unleashed the God-Slaying Whip, all the immortals had witnessed it; their entire race had witnessed just how powerful he was. Ling Hua wasn't fleeing without a fight; he was truly formidable.
"Get up, I won't blame you." The Heavenly Lord withdrew his gaze, thought for a moment, and arranged the follow-up matters. "No problem, let's go back to Ji Ming first and make a long-term plan."
"Heavenly Lord," a fairy asked in a puzzled tone, "Jingming is the place where the fairy race is sealed, causing us to suffer humiliation. Why do we want to go back?"
"Yes, Lord Tian, if we can't return to Cloud Peak, we can go to the human world and find a sect to temporarily settle down. They will definitely welcome us respectfully."
Immortal Venerable Beiyu turned around, glanced at them, and sneered disdainfully, "Go to the human world. Are you hoping that the whole world will know that the Immortal Clan was defeated by the Demon Clan and was once again driven out of Cloud Summit? Isn't that shameful enough?"
If this was true, then the Immortal Clan would lose all face. No one dared to refute anything, and the air was silent for a moment.
"Lord, I have a plan."
The Wind God emerged from the back and bowed. "I was browsing ancient books a while ago and discovered that there was an ancient magical weapon called the Light-Clearing Halberd, which was specifically designed to defeat demons. If we can find this magical weapon, we may have a chance of defeating the God-Slaying Whip."
Upon hearing this, the Heavenly Sovereign was overjoyed and directly assigned the task of finding the magical instrument to him. He then arranged for three immortal masters to go to the immortal sects in the human world to select talents before leading the immortal clan away.
Not until all those celestial figures disappeared into the horizon and the dark clouds gathered again did Jiufang Mingyuan put away the God-killing Whip and disappear at the palace gate on top of the clouds.
Without any instructions from him, Wu Kui consciously arranged for the demons to take turns standing guard, to guard against the immortals who were still determined to attack them at any time.
With demons attacking from the front and immortals invading from the back, the demons were exhausted. Now they finally had a chance to catch their breath and began to treat the wounded and clean up the battlefield.
There was chaos everywhere on the top of the cloud. The demons were busy with their own affairs and no one heard the people in the Jiyu Palace crying very sadly.
"Saint, Saint, wake up."
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