Chapter 1207: The Giant Palm of the Blue Heavens Presses Down

"Hahahaha!"

"What's there to fear?"

The Demon Fire King was not angry. Pointing at a group of juniors, he cursed with a laugh: "Your fathers and I have fought bloody battles until now, all for the sake of letting you brats be noble breeds for generation after generation, no longer being slaves of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan like we once were. Even if our own sons were beaten to death by the masters, we'd still personally grind our children's bones to dust."

"Those days — never again."

He said, with a touch of sorrow.

"But you lot listen well!"

"If you like these noble ways, fine. If you like having droves of servants, fine. But you must have the strength!"

The Demon Fire King fixed them with a sinister stare: "Otherwise, if some waste wastes himself on pleasure and neglects his cultivation — no need for outside enemies, I'll swallow him alive myself."

"Yes, Laozu!"

The hearts of the many young talents of the Demon Rock Clan around them gave a sudden chill.

In fact, such things had not appeared in great numbers among the noble-blooded younger generation of the Demon Rock Clan — there were barely any cases at all. Under the watch of the first-generation kings, there had been no fall into depravity. The Demon Fire King was merely taking precautions against what had not yet happened.

"Demon Fire, stop scaring them."

Demon Mountain waved his hand, waving the young clansmen to their feet.

The Demon Rock Clan's banquet returned to its lively atmosphere. Many Demon Rock clansfolk gathered around the kings, laughing and dancing, while numerous slave races moved among them, respectfully serving their masters.

There were also Fragrant Tiger Race, Rabbit Race, Sheep Race and other demon races with delicious flesh, upon whom soul-restriction seals had been cast. They threw themselves willingly into the bonfires, letting the fierce flames roast themselves, sending out mouth-watering aromas that made one's mouth water.

The Demon Rock Clan had inherited everything from the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, and seemed to have developed in an even more bloodthirsty and cruel direction.

"Big Brother, the matter of the human race…"

When the wine was at its height, the Demon Fire King brought the matter up again, with hidden worry in his heart: "The Immortal Gate — no, the Dongji Dongji Mo Men will definitely not accept this. How shall we conduct ourselves from now on…"

The surrounding Demon Rock clansfolk held their breath and listened.

The human race — they had seen plenty of them in ordinary times. So weak, so foolish, worse than low-grade slaves. Yet their elders also said the human race was very powerful, hegemon of the realm domains, which made them curious in their hearts.

"Do not worry."

"Second Brother, the Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong envoy has already given me his word — they will absolutely not let the Dongji Dongji Mo Men lay a finger here."

King Demon Mountain laughed: "Besides, if the Dongji Dongji Mo Men attacks, we can do nothing but surrender again. They are few in number; without us, they could hardly rule Mo Shi Xiao Gao Jie."

His tone radiated tremendous confidence.

Even the Flame Stone Family needed the Demon Rock Clan to help them rule — let alone these outsiders from the human race.

Besides, he considered that he had only killed some mortals and low- to mid-level human race members, and had not offended the Dongji Dongji Mo Men to the death. At worst, he'd just raise the tribute by another several tens of percent. Although

it hurt, the clan did have it.

"So that's good."

The Demon Fire King set his mind at rest.

"Fool!"

"The might of the Immortal Gate — how could you possibly imagine it? Demon Mountain, you will bury the entire Demon Rock Clan…"

At this moment, a voice came at an untimely moment.

Many of the Demon Rock Clan's juniors looked over.

It was a giant of demon flame, as large as a mountain, bound by iron chains. Wounds crisscrossed his body everywhere, the chains sunk deep into flesh and blood, yet he still raged: "Demon Mountain, you will be the death of us. How can a weak race casually switch sides? That is a capital crime…"

Many of the Demon Rock Clan's juniors showed looks of disgust, but did not dare curse back.

"Shut up!"

King Demon Mountain's face darkened: "Demon Iron King, you short-sighted swine — how could you know the great plans in my heart? Say one more word, and don't blame me for disregarding the dignity of our kin!"

Cold killing intent spread from his body.

"Hmph!"

The Demon Iron King gave a cold laugh and said nothing more.

"Second Brother, stop making Big Brother angry again. Mere human-race ants, that's all…"

The Demon Fire King urged him repeatedly.

But the two were still at daggers drawn, looking as if they wished to fight to the death, with not the slightest sign of reconciliation.

"Demon Iron, when the Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong envoy arrives, you will know how wrong you are today. The path I walk is the best path for the Demon Rock Clan. Precisely because we are a small clan, we must throw in wholly with one side…"

King Demon Mountain said coldly.

Suddenly, the surrounding space went still.

Everyone in the Demon Flame Imperial Palace instinctively looked up into the starry sky, and a cold dread rose in their hearts.

It was a person.

In the dead-still starry sky, a youth in blue robes of the human race, a long sword at his waist, with cold eyes, was walking toward here step by step.

And yet he was so tiny, separated from the Minor Thousand Worlds by hundreds of thousands of kilometers — far beyond the divine-sense limit of even Soul Transformation cultivators.

But when he walked toward this place, the gazes of every powerful being in the entire Minor Thousand Worlds turned here of their own accord, unable to shift away even a fraction, unable to do so.

"Fellow Daoists, this sovereign — Great Sun."

"An Immortal Gate cultivator."

The blue-robed youth's voice was calm.

Yet the hearts of every powerful being in the Minor Thousand Worlds bristled for no reason, as if they saw mountains of corpses and seas of blood, countless deaths, and clearly smelled something terrifying — a future of blood flowing like a river with bloated corpses.

It was not that their divine souls were especially keen — it was that the other party had not bothered to conceal it at all.

"Immortal Gate!"

"An Immortal Gate cultivator!"

The composed, dignified expression on King Demon Mountain's face turned to terror, and his heart went into chaos: "Shadow Demon Abyss clearly told me the Immortal Gate cultivators would not act, would not appear!"

As if the sky had collapsed, some thing he had been utterly certain of in his heart turned out to be a complete illusion.

"Quick! Quick!"

"Quickly activate the clan's grand formation! Form the clan's battle array!"

The Demon Fire King's reaction was even swifter. He formed hand seals and let out a piercing roar.

Hum!

Hum hum!

Heaven and earth trembled. Clusters of pitch-black flames of an inky green hue materialized out of thin air within the Demon Flame Imperial Palace, drawing upon the power of numerous spirit veins and the great army of the Demon Rock Clan garrisoned there. Formation patterns interwove, and boundless spiritual energy of heaven and earth converged, swiftly coalescing into a colossal formation spanning ten thousand li.

Three-Day Demon Fire Extermination-Life Formation!

At the same time, the several hundred thousand troops of the Demon Rock Clan stationed here instantly formed a battle array. The baleful aura of the formation was chilling, further amplifying the might of the clan's protective grand formation.

As servants of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, the Demon Rock Clan had likewise received the inheritance of battle arrays.

Countless streams of power all converged into the hands of Soul Transformation peak Demon Mountain King, causing his aura to surge upward in rapid succession, breaking past the limits of Soul Transformation peak.

"Canghai Tianjun!"

"Immortal Gate envoy!"

"We beg you not to misunderstand!"

Some confidence returning to his heart, Demon Mountain King spoke with a mixture of reverence and veiled threat, his voice stern: "This was all the doing of those cultivators from Shadow Demon Abyss deceiving me — it was never my clan's wish."

"My clan is willing to submit to the Immortal Gate! We will increase our tribute by another fifty percent!"

He offered terms he himself considered extremely sincere.

The youth in blue robes in the starry sky did not answer Demon Mountain King's words. He raised his hand and reached toward the world below.

Boom!

In the endless starry sky, at this moment, a colossal heaven-spanning palm formed from countless sword qi appeared!

Six streams of Order drifted and rose and fell within it.

Amid rumbling thunder, this giant palm tore open the star river's space, pierced through the barrier of the Minor Thousand Worlds like a streak of sword light, then the astral wind layer, then the boundary lightning layer, then rent asunder the clouds in the sky. Bearing annihilating killing intent, it pressed down upon the Demon Flame Imperial Palace — the clan land of the Demon Rock Clan, the strongest race of the Minor Thousand Worlds, which was shrouded layer upon layer in formation patterns and battle arrays upon the earth below.