Chapter 502: 501. Chapter 496: The Great Xiandu Has Arrived

501. Chapter 496: The Great Xiandu Has Arrived

"He must be Ding Huan, the Great Xiandu never seen before by the Immortal Court," Fenghu hurriedly whispered to Peng Xueshan.

Previously, the demon clans had mocked the Immortal Court more than once for having a worthless Great Xiandu who dared not show his face on the Immortal-Demon Battlefield.

Peng Xueshan coldly glanced at Fenghu—he had personally told Peng Xueshan that the Immortal Court's Great Xiandu, Ding Huan, was a worthless fool.

He only held the position of Great Xiandu because of his close ties with Emperor Xingpan of the Immortal Court, yet he had done nothing at all.

Not only did they mock him, but even human cultivators were deeply dissatisfied, grumbling behind his back.

Now he strikes once and effortlessly crushes hundreds of millions of demon clans—and my own eldest son, Peng Jiucan, lies dead here—is this the so-called worthless Great Xiandu?

Fenghu has sunk even lower.

Peng Xueshan's gaze settled on Ding Huan: "So you are the Great Xiandu Ding Huan? I am Peng Xueshan, Emperor of the Demon Clans. Great Xiandu Ding, you killed my son Peng Jiucan—do you owe me an explanation?"

Ding Huan treated it as wind passing through his ears; he had long seen through the man's true intentions.

This fellow, seeing Ding Huan's Poison Dao slaughter demons like cutting grass, had grown timid and now sought to intimidate him into submission.

Demon cultivators continued falling like waves, stretching endlessly, with no end in sight.

Peng Xueshan's expression changed—Ding Huan's Poison Dao principle seemed unaffected by distance.

He also realized Ding Huan had seen through his reluctance to act.

"Follow me and kill—" Peng Xueshan knew that if this continued, more of his side would be poisoned.

Only by killing Ding Huan could the tide be turned.

"Hahahaha…" Amid wild laughter, Xingpan leapt into the air.

He was indeed poisoned, but his Primordial Spirit could still perceive everything around him.

Ding Huan's return had released the Poison Dao principle, stabilizing the Immortal Court—and now it was tipping decisively toward victory.

Indeed, he had been right all along: opposing Ding Huan brought no good end.

Peng Xueshan's face darkened further—he had taken only three steps before halting.

None of the Great Immortal Demons behind him followed him forward.

"Emperor, we've been poisoned," Fenghu said helplessly.

Even if they charged with the Demon Emperor, they would only be walking to their deaths.

Meanwhile, the many Dao Lords and Star Lords who had lain beside Xingpan now rose to their feet—their toxins had not yet been fully purged.

Yet the number of human Immortal Emperors was at least no fewer than the demon clan's.

"Great Xiandu Ding, thank you! I knew your arrival would change everything—and so it has," Southern Dao Lord Ju Fei could not suppress his joy.

He said this, yet had never imagined Ding Huan's Poison Dao could be so terrifying.

With Ding Huan's mastery over the Poison Dao principle, even back in the Immortal Court's Treasure Hall, when many Great Emperors and Star Lords had not stood by Emperor Xingpan, Wu Chang Great Emperor would still have lost without a chance to win.

He naturally did not know that Ding Huan's Poison Dao principle strengthened with his own cultivation level.

Back in the Immortal Court's Treasure Hall, he had only been a Great Yi Immortal—the Bone-Clinging, Dao-Eating Poison, however potent, could not then affect Rank Nine Immortal-Demon Beasts.

Without affecting Rank Nine Immortal-Demon Beasts, he could not challenge Immortal Emperors.

"Emperor Xing, our demon clans concede defeat in this great Immortal-Demon war—let us both retreat," Peng Xueshan forced out, suppressing his inner unease and fury, speaking as if he had been courteous.

Since the demon clans established their heavenly court, they had always spoken with arrogance; bowing to others had never been part of their nature.

Xingpan replied coolly: "I'm not the Great Xiandu—talking to me is useless."

"Great Xiandu, we demon clans have lost. I, Peng Xueshan, accept defeat—let us cease hostilities," Peng Xueshan now not only admitted defeat but also bowed respectfully.

Ding Huan suddenly spoke: "Great Emperor Pingwei, Emperor Jinhe, Southern Dao Lord, Northern Dao Lord—seize Demon Emperor Peng Xueshan."

"Yes!"

Four figures surged toward Peng Xueshan.

Xingpan's heart soared—he knew his brother Ding Huan would never let him down.

If surrender alone could spare them, the Pangu Great World would have been at peace long ago.

"Emperor, immediately lead the human cultivators and exterminate every last demon clan—leave not a blade of grass."

Upon hearing Ding Huan's order, Peng Xueshan's eyes bulged with rage—was this an attempt to eradicate the demon clan's very roots?

"Great Xiandu, what about us?" Ji Cang cried out anxiously.

"You will capture all these ones here—then follow the Emperor and exterminate every demon in the Great Xiandu Region," Ding Huan pointed to the one hundred and twenty-eight Rank Immortal-Demon Beasts already poisoned.

"Kill…" The human cultivators, suppressed for years, finally felt overwhelming relief.

In the past, the demon clans had slaughtered them like this—yet after being slaughtered for so many years, the human race still endured.

Today, with the Great Xiandu's return, he acted decisively to destroy the demon clan's foundation—what immense audacity.

"Ding Huan, our demon clans have conceded defeat—yet you still seek total annihilation?"

Peng Xueshan's eyes nearly burst from rage, but he was pinned down by the combined pressure of Great Emperor Pingwei, Emperor Jinhe, and others—he could not break free.

At this moment, he had to fight four Immortal Emperors while battling the Bone-Clinging, Dao-Eating Poison.

Ding Huan glanced at Peng Xueshan: "You, a creature of filth—where do you get such arrogance?"

Ding Huan spoke truly: the demon clans had long grown accustomed to superiority.

Even when the Divine Clan sent them the Sea-Spice Carriage's Poison Dao resonance, they considered it their due.

In this attack on the Immortal Domain, the demon clans demanded fifty percent of the spoils—or they would never have agreed.

The Demon Clan, Divine Clan, and Dragon Clan had no choice but to accept it.

After all, the demon clans were dominant—not only numerous, but also strong.

Originally, the lands seized by the demon clans were second only to those held by the human race in the Pangu Great World.

The human race, pursuing the Dao, had offspring—but could not raise them in vast litters like the demon clans.

As time passed, the demon domains they occupied no longer satisfied the ever-growing demon ranks.

Negotiating with the Immortal Court was merely a delaying tactic by the demon race; even if the negotiations succeeded, the demon race would still destroy the Immortal Court and seize the Great Immortal Realm.

If Ding Huan doesn't act, fine—but once he does, he will surely exterminate this race.

Even leaving a portion behind would be for human cultivators to use in trials; they would never allow the demon race to proliferate as it does now, until finally attempting to seize the human realm.

Hearing Ding Huan call him a beast, Peng Xueshan nearly went mad with rage.

He was the Demon Race's Heavenly Emperor—yet he was called a beast by a mere ant.

"Pū!" A streak of blood exploded from his lower back.

Merely a moment's distraction allowed Emperor Jinhe's Measure of Heaven to blast a bloody hole through Peng Xueshan's lower back.

Emperor Jinhe was also a top-tier Immortal Emperor, an equal to Peng Xueshan.

Peng Xueshan was currently suppressing the Fugu Shidao Poison, under siege by several Immortal Emperors, yet still dared to divert his attention—that was suicide.

Enraged, Peng Xueshan's artifact, Thorns of Iron Bones, swelled several times in size, and demonic qi surged across the sky.

Yet the next instant, he felt his qi stall.

Bad.

Peng Xueshan knew full well that Ding Huan's Fugu Shidao Poison had invaded his meridians and soul sea; the murderous momentum he had just gathered collapsed like a deflated balloon.

"Pū!" Another streak of blood exploded—this time, Brother Pingwei had torn open Peng Xueshan's chest.

Peng Xueshan flashed away, transforming into a streak of blood racing toward Ding Huan.

Ding Huan had already been waiting for this old bastard—he was certain Peng Xueshan would charge him, for it was Peng Xueshan's only way out.

Ding Huan activated the Fugu Shidao Poison's Dao laws, and they detonated instantly within Peng Xueshan's body; as Peng Xueshan reached Ding Huan's front, he felt his own Dao slipping away.

Yet he still refused to accept it, raising his hand desperately to grab Ding Huan, regardless of his life.

As Ding Huan predicted, this was his only way out.

"Ding Huan, watch out…" Brother Pingwei cried urgently.

A piercing scream tightened every heart; then they saw Ding Huan's spear pierce through Peng Xueshan's third eye.

"I am willing to serve you," Peng Xueshan gasped out a words he had never imagined uttering—humiliating beyond measure.

"Bèng!" A flame exploded within Peng Xueshan's soul sea.

"You…" Peng Xueshan glared at Ding Huan in fury—he was a Heavenly Emperor, yet he was forced to die with no dignity whatsoever.

Ding Huan swept his hand, and Peng Xueshan's ring landed in his palm.

Within the Dao-flame, Peng Xueshan's soul had already been absorbed into the Soul-Eating World Ring.

"Younger Brother Ding Huan, thank you," Brother Pingwei stepped forward eagerly—he had never misjudged Ding Huan; Ding Huan had truly saved him.

Ding Huan laughed heartily: "Everyone, let's exterminate the entire demon race and reclaim their territories."

"Follow the Great Immortal Supervisor's order—reclaim the demon race's lands!" Xing Pan shouted loudly.

He had just seen Peng Xueshan charge toward Ding Huan and was terrified.

But by the time he rushed back, Ding Huan had already effortlessly slain Peng Xueshan.

Only Younger Brother Ding Huan could do it—after years of my own efforts, things only got worse. Look at Younger Brother Ding Huan—how little time did it take him to kill Peng Xueshan of the demon race?

"Great Emperor, we've encountered the demonic race—our forces are blocked!" Han Hu Cheng, commander of the Dao Law Immortal Bureau, rushed forward urgently to report to Xing Pan.

"Charge forward," Xing Pan said without hesitation.

Then he seemed to remember something: "Gather the Immortal Court troops and await the Great Immortal Supervisor's arrival."

Ding Huan's spiritual sense settled upon the Soul-Eating World Ring; within it, the spatial Dao laws were clear—he could perceive the weak points of this realm's space through the ring.

Indeed, a fine artifact—Ding Huan grew even more satisfied with the Soul-Eating World Ring.

"Great Immortal Supervisor, ahead lies the demonic race. They have not engaged us directly—they have been carving up our Great Immortal Realm."

Ji Mi, commander of the Immortal Court's Jia Chen Division, personally approached Ding Huan to report.

Ding Huan said: "Brother Pingwei, lead one hundred thousand cultivator troops to clear the battlefield and secure the territories we've taken. The rest—advance together."

"Ha! Good!" Xing Pan laughed again—he loved this kind of fighting.

"But the Heavenly Emperor Xing Pan himself has arrived," a man of impeccable bearing walked forward, bowing respectfully from afar.

It was the demonic race's Heavenly Emperor, Xie Yongjian—he would never normally appear here, for today was meant to be the final battle to conquer the Immortal Court.

In this great campaign to exterminate the human race, the demonic race had contributed greatly; now that it was time to share the spoils, how could they fall behind?

Xing Pan coldly said: "Xie Yongjian, why did your demonic race invade our Great Immortal Realm and our Immortal Court?"

Xie Yongjian smiled faintly: "Brother Xing Pan, this matter is hardly my fault. Since you've come, I cannot refuse you face.

I decide to halt further invasion of the Immortal Court—right here. Of course, on the condition that you also cease advancing."

Xing Pan laughed bitterly: "This is our Great Immortal Realm's territory."

At that moment, Ding Huan arrived—he didn't even glance at the demonic Heavenly Emperor, and once again unleashed the Fugu Shidao Poison's Dao laws across the sky.

Even if the demonic race wished to retreat, Ding Huan would still march into their lands.

Originally, he had feared trouble and felt no allegiance to the Immortal Court or the Great Immortal Realm—he had been too lazy to spend time dealing with these alien races.

But now that he had acted, he might as well endure the extra effort and wipe out all these trash, so he wouldn't be dragged out again for another fight during his next cultivation seclusion.