Chapter 1514

In front of the one you love, everyone shows their best side, don't they?

"No need to be polite!"

Zhang Taixuan smiled, "I've heard Yunxiao Xianzi mention Qiongxiao younger sister many times—truly clever and adorable."

Qiongxiao, pleased by his praise, beamed inwardly and modestly demurred.

At that moment, another girl with long hair appeared in the void.

Seeing Zhang Taixuan, her eyes curled into smiles, her mood excellent, she hurried over.

"Big Brother Taixuan, is this what's called a divine battle?" Lala was stunned. "So powerful—it's far stronger than galactic wars."

At this moment, she truly grasped the terror of the god-demon world.

The power her father wielded to pacify the galaxy meant nothing here—in this chat group, or in any of the myriad worlds.

Qiongxiao sniffed lightly: "This is nothing. These demons and monsters are utterly feeble. Brother Daojun, may I join in?"

Zhang Taixuan smiled: "Go ahead. These demons deserve annihilation—don't hold back. Perhaps when we leave, the Dao will reward you with merit."

Qiongxiao nodded lightly: "Mm."

The next instant, a pair of scissors appeared in her hand.

It was none other than the infamous Jin Jiao Jian.

The Jin Jiao Jian was forged at the dawn of creation in the Fengshen world from two chaotic Yin-Yang dragon serpents.

When cast into the air, a mere twist could sever all things into two.

Opponents of equal realm trembled at its sight.

Qiongxiao dashed into the demon ranks, tossed it lightly—and the Jin Jiao Jian transformed into two dragon serpents that twisted through the void, instantly slicing hundreds of demons into halves, their souls obliterated.

This spiritual treasure was truly ferocious.

In ordinary worlds, such an act would earn a mark against one from the Dao.

But not in the World After Journey to the West.

Demon rise, Dao decline—this is the Dao's evolution.

Demon decline, Dao flourish—this is the next transformation.

Qiongxiao's strike now was merely aligning with Heaven's will; the Dao would not punish—it would reward.

Lala, seeing Qiongxiao enjoying herself, wanted to join in too.

But her strength was too weak—even the weakest demon here could defeat her.

The weakest demons here were Heavenly Immortals.

She had cultivated too briefly to stand against them.

Zhang Taixuan gently patted Lala's shoulder, lending her a thread of power: "Go play. Be careful—don't harm your allies."

Lala felt her strength surge countlessfold, her expression brightening; she cheered and charged forward.

Yunxiao smiled: "Daojun is truly indulgent toward them."

Zhang Taixuan chuckled: "They're friends—these things don't matter. Now, let's attend to our true task: contemplate the laws of this world, see if we can advance further."

Yunxiao nodded gently, gazing at the heavens, using her Hunyuan-level Dao heart to contemplate the laws of the World After Journey to the West.

For Yunxiao and Zhang Taixuan, the most vital thing in this world was its laws.

As for spiritual treasures or cultivation techniques, they paid them no mind.

Spiritual treasures—Zhang Taixuan could forge them himself.

Yunxiao had the purple jade hairpin Zhang Taixuan gifted her; even if she reached Hunyuan's peak, she'd never lack a suitable spiritual treasure, so there was no need to seek more.

"Let me!"

Zhang Taixuan stood side by side with Yunxiao, contemplating the laws, like a divine couple.

Lala, meanwhile, had become a relentless warrior, charging into the demon ranks.

Her fists carried peerless power; every strike shattered heaven and earth—any demon struck by her blows was instantly pulverized.

The demons watched, hearts chilled.

Too terrifying.

Where had these people come from? Why were they so terrifying?

There were already several Holy Preparers among them, and some wielded spiritual treasures of unimaginable dread.

Even the once utterly weak human had, after that Daoist's tap, become a terrifying demon god.

This surpassed the demons' wildest imaginings.

Even Wu Tian Buddha Ancestor was not this terrifying.

As they pondered, their vision darkened.

A pair of scissors wove through the void, slicing the dazed demons cleanly in two.

In moments.

Above Penglai Island, the sky was once more a clear blue, sunlight spilling down again.

(Okay then) As for the demons—they had long since been purged clean.

Even the Holy Preparer elites sent by Wu Tian had perished under the combined hands of Sun Wukong and Tang Xuanzang.

Though they had only recently broken through to Holy Preparer, their strength was not weak.

One was a disciple of Taixuan Sect, wielding boundless divine arts; the other was the reincarnation of Jin Chan, a disciple before the Buddha—both extraordinary figures, far beyond ordinary peers of their level.

Though—anyone who reached Holy Preparer was no weakling.

Yet differences in sect and master still easily determined strength.

"Thrilling! Truly thrilling!"

"Elder Tang, why don't we march straight to Lingshan and wipe out that brat Wu Tian?"

Having won the victory, Sun Wukong grew a bit arrogant.

Sun Wukong of the Demon-Subduing World was speechless: "Great Sage, wait. Have you forgotten how terrifying that bunch of Wutian's people were? If we charge in now, wouldn't that just be delivering ourselves as a meal? Better to wait until the Dao Sovereign and the Sage of Yun Xiao are done with their business before we talk."