Chapter 503

Xie Yongjian immediately sensed the toxic Dao principle of Fugu Shidao; without hesitation, he raised his hand and lunged for Ding Huan.

His thoughts shifted with lightning speed—he understood in this brief moment that the demon race must have suffered a disaster, otherwise the Immortal Court's massive army could not have encountered them so swiftly.

It was undoubtedly humanity that deployed a top-tier lethal poison, causing the demon race's catastrophic collapse—the very toxic Dao principle he had just sensed and blocked with his protective demonic qi.

After all, something similar had happened not long ago—back then, it was the demon race that had used the Hai Xingche's toxic Dao resonance against humanity.

The reason his demon race was unwilling to charge to the front was twofold: one, the demon race was too powerful, and the rewards were the greatest.

Two, the Hai Xingche poison was not easily resisted—he feared that the old devil Pengxue Mountain might turn on his demon race.

But the demon race's downfall came too fast—he received no warning.

Ding Huan's Fugu Shidao poison was too potent and tyrannical; the demon race had no chance to send word, not even to flee.

Besides, even Pengxue Mountain himself had died beneath Fugu Shidao—who had time to warn the demon race?

"Die." Xing Pan had been watching Xie Yongjian all along; seeing him dare to strike Ding Huan, his rage spiked instantly to its peak.

Xie Yongjian could strike at him, or at any other Immortal Emperor—but never at Ding Huan's brother.

Strike at Ding Huan's brother? Then kill, kill, kill.

Now that Xing Pan had moved, all the Dao Lords and Star Lords unleashed their treasures and surged toward the demon race.

Xie Yongjian's eyes widened in disbelief—even if he suddenly attacked a Great Luo Immortal, why would Xing Pan and so many Star Lords and Dao Lords strike him simultaneously?

The demon cultivators on his side, seeing their Demon Emperor himself had moved, all unleashed their treasures.

Ding Huan had just spread the poison; the toxic Dao principle of Fugu Shidao had not yet spread far.

For a moment, a bizarre scene unfolded on the battlefield.

Countless cultivators from both the demon and human races stood at the rear, while the Immortal Emperors and Demon Emperors of both races clashed first.

In an instant, demonic qi surged wildly, and immortal energy exploded.

Less than a stick of incense had passed when Xie Yongjian sensed something was wrong.

Powerful toxic Dao principles were forcing their way into his Demon Emperor domain, held back only by his protective demonic qi.

When he saw his left and right guardians slain, his face turned utterly pale.

His guess was correct—this wasn't just a lethal poison; it was a hundred times stronger than Hai Xingche poison.

The demon race had not merely failed to encounter the human army—they had been crushed by it, and even…

Xie Yongjian dared not continue the thought; he felt himself going mad—how could billions of demon cultivators possibly be slaughtered to the last by the human army?

But when his divine sense swept over the demon army waiting in the distance and saw them falling like cut wheat, he was overcome with terror.

This was no poison—it was the breath of death.

"Stop! Xing Pan, Immortal Emperor! My demon race will withdraw from the Great Immortal Realm! We will compensate for all losses!" Xie Yongjian was far more decisive than Pengxue Mountain—he knew instantly things had turned dire.

Hearing Xie Yongjian's offer to withdraw and compensate the Great Immortal Realm, several Star Lords and Immortal Officials turned to look at Ding Huan.

Simultaneously, they unconsciously eased their attacks.

They knew that on this battlefield, even Xing Pan, the Immortal Emperor, obeyed Ding Huan.

So they looked to Ding Huan—not Xing Pan.

Ding Huan sneered inwardly—he understood these Immortal Court officials.

Honestly, if not for the fact that they had nowhere else to go should the Immortal Court fall, few among them would have come to this battlefield.

Now that the demon race was willing to retreat voluntarily and offer compensation, if left to decide, most would rather not keep fighting.

Why not return, close their doors in seclusion, and enjoy peaceful years?

But Ding Huan acted as if he hadn't heard Xie Yongjian's plea—he continued violently spreading the toxic Dao principles of Fugu Shidao.

"Jimi Ke?" Ding Huan shouted, while furiously laying down toxic Dao principles.

Jimi had just slain an eighth-rank Demon Emperor and was in high spirits.

What a delightful battle this was—his opponent had been nearly his equal, even slightly stronger, yet he had slain him. Wasn't that exhilarating?

"Here!" Hearing Ding Huan call, Jimi dashed back first to respond.

His admiration for Ding Huan was absolute—he felt his own foresight had been unparalleled.

Back when Daishang Emperor still lived, he had wanted to bring Ding Huan to confront the demon race—but he had never succeeded.

Now, though he wasn't leading Ding Huan against the demon race, Ding Huan leading him was just as good—after all, it was thrilling.

"Lead the Immortal Court's army and slaughter every single demon cultivator—leave none alive," Ding Huan said coldly.

"Yes, I obey the Great Immortal Supervisor's command," Jimi replied, then immediately rushed to the Immortal Court's army and rallied them into formation.

The human army, long impatient, surged toward the demon forces under Jimi's lead, terrified of falling behind even a step.

Who in their right mind would lag behind in a one-sided massacre like this, where rewards were as easy as picking up rings?

Xie Yongjian finally understood—the man who had spread the poison was the Immortal Court's Great Immortal Supervisor.

"Great Immortal Supervisor, this is a misunderstanding! My demon race will compensate the Immortal Court for all losses—no, tenfold compensation…" Xie Yongjian roared.

In just moments, only six eighth-rank Demon Emperors remained beside him. Barely had his words ended when two piercing screams rang out—two more eighth-rank Demon Emperors fell.

"Good," Ding Huan replied.

Xie Yongjian's heart leapt with hope—but he heard no order from Ding Huan to halt, and instead saw the toxic Dao principles swirling in Ding Huan's hands grow denser.

Was he accelerating the poison deployment?

"Great Immortal Supervisor, what does this mean? You just agreed!"

Xie Yongjian's fury boiled over—he never imagined an Immortal Court Great Immortal Supervisor would break his word.

Ding Huan said calmly: "Yes, I agree with you—it was a misunderstanding. But to prevent such misunderstandings from recurring, I have decided to eradicate the demon race entirely."

Ding Huan's voice was quiet, yet his words, carried by the Fugu Shidao poison he had spread, filled the space and echoed across the entire battlefield.

"Great Immortal Supervisor, eternal!" Countless Immortal Court cultivators roared in frenzy.

What kind of battle had they been fighting before?

A general's incompetence dooms the entire army.

The Immortal Court has no better way to defend itself than to sacrifice the lives of its cultivator armies.

As a result, countless people secretly spat and cursed Emperor Xingpan, at least when Empress Wuchang ruled—then they could still cling to life and preserve their souls.

Now that Emperor Xingpan has come, he has no other plan but to send them to their deaths.

Worse still, he intends to hand the Immortal Court over to the alien races.

Emperor Xingpan has no talent, yet he appoints relatives based on favoritism, placing a worthless Great Immortal Inspector in the most prominent position—yet this Great Immortal Inspector dares not even come to the battlefield.

The Immortal Court's cultivator armies now only curse Emperor Xingpan and look down on the worthless Great Immortal Inspector.

All of this has become standard practice among the Immortal Court's cultivator armies.

Until today, they learned the Great Immortal Inspector had truly arrived.

Upon arriving, the Great Immortal Inspector slaughtered a host of eighth-rank Immortal Demon Emperors of the demon race, then cut down billions of demon cultivators.

Worse still, they achieved total annihilation of the demon race with zero casualties.

And now, they are repeating their former glory—again with zero casualties… no, with zero contact, they shattered the demonic army.

In just this short time, one-third of the demonic army has fallen, and the terrified expressions of the demonic cultivators bring them great joy.

You stole our land. You seized our Immortal Gates…

Humans are the most forgetful of all species—they forgot they had just been cursing Emperor Xingpan and mocking the worthless Great Immortal Inspector.

In an instant, they began to revere Emperor Xingpan to the utmost, believing he had foresight and wisdom, having appointed Ding Huan as such a powerful Great Immortal Inspector.

They now admire the Great Immortal Inspector down to their bones—this Great Immortal Inspector strikes, and all demons and monsters die exactly as they came.

This is precisely why Ding Huan previously refused to waste time driving away the alien races—he knew that for most people, whoever feeds them is their mother.

"Great Immortal Inspector, you cannot do this!" Xie Yongjian nearly wept.

In this short time, all the Demon Emperors around him had been slaughtered.

Beneath his spiritual sense, the demonic cultivator army fell in waves.

If this continues, the demonic race will be exterminated.

The moment he finished speaking, he felt a powerful vortex of killing intent crash into his domain.

The next instant, his soul sea seared with pain, his protective demonic qi utterly torn apart by the Bone-Clinging, Dao-Eating Poison's Dao laws.

As he felt his spiritual sense slow and his meridian demonic energy stagnate, Xie Yongjian felt only despair.

Even in this dire state, the Great Immortal Inspector still launched a spiritual sense technique to ambush him.

Even without the ambush, his poisoning was inevitable.

He didn't even know the origin of this poison, let alone anyone else.

How could one possibly resist such a poison?

Even he, a demonic race Heavenly Emperor, could not resist it—ordinary demonic cultivators who were poisoned could only wait to die.

Given this Great Immortal Inspector's poison-casting ability, no one could possibly avoid it.

Only now did he finally confirm: the demon race had not been defeated—they had been utterly annihilated.

Truly annihilated, with not a single demon cultivator left to escape.

The demonic race's total annihilation was now before his eyes, and would come soon.

"Puff!" After being poisoned, Xie Yongjian's domain cracked, his techniques developed fatal flaws—a sword qi pierced his neck, spraying a mist of blood.

"I, Xie Yongjian, am the traitor of the demonic race," he thought, overwhelmed by an unprecedented despair.

The Ancestor had said: the Pangu Great World was originally ruled by the human race.

For the demonic race to survive here, to hold even a single position, was already extraordinary.

One may strive to gain more advantages from the human race—but never dream of exterminating them.

Why did he harbor such ambition? Why must he divide the Immortal Realm with the other races?