Chapter 1208: Demon Mountain Daoist, Are You the Saint King?

Boom!

The colossal palm of the azure sky, formed of sword qi, descended to suppress.

This Canghai Tianjun from the Immortal Sect was clearly one who wielded the sword as a weapon, yet he chose to abandon using his sword, fighting bare-handed; his contempt was evident on his face.

"Hah—ah!"

"Human ants..."

The Demon Mountain King roared, instantly burning his essence blood. Infinite magic power and strength surged within his meridians, causing his body to expand by several times once more.

He knew that only by displaying power could he earn the right to converse with the Immortal Sect!

He had long made his resolve, prepared much for this day, and did not place all his hope on the promise of the Shadow Demon Abyss envoy.

"Kill!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The Demon Mountain King held a pitch-black giant axe, his blood-filled maw devouring the heaven-and-earth spiritual energy gathered by the ancestral land formation, absorbing the martial army's killing intent and the magic power of countless clan members and kings of his entire race.

All forces merged into one furnace, their power sublimated to the utmost, gathering upon the giant axe as it swung down toward the colossal palm of the azure sky in the heavens.

The instant the giant axe struck, countless strange phenomena arose: scenes of vicissitudes unfolded—the Mo Yan race born from the mountains, growing, forging a path through hardship to reach this day, becoming masters of the Minor Thousand Worlds, lying dormant, enduring, fighting; it was as if countless chronicles of time were fused into one furnace, transforming into this terrifying axe strike.

Had the Mo Yan race a future, the Demon Mountain King would surely have been a generation's Race Saint King.

This axe strike,

was the Sacred Dao axe of the Mo Yan race!

Now, this axe, carrying the hopes of countless Mo Yan people, the pride of victorious soldiers returning from countless wars, and the will of countless clan members, struck the colossal palm of the azure sky descending from the heavens.

The instant the two made contact.

Heaven and earth seemed to freeze for an instant.

Crack!

A faint, crisp sound, like a balloon bursting.

This axe strike, condensing the will of the entire Mo Yan race and the sacred, nascent vitality of a new dawn just emerging within the domain, shattered the instant it touched the colossal palm of the azure sky, turning into a cluster of spiritual light fragments; the pitch-black giant axe, forged from countless precious fifth-tier heavenly materials and earthly treasures, crumbled into countless powdery particles.

Everything was so simple; the surrounding space could not even stir a single ripple.

It was as if this axe strike, condensed from the tens of thousands of Mo Yan people, was mere childish play, lacking even the qualification to tear space or break the clear breeze; it was too powerless.

"No!"

"No, no, no!"

"Supreme Venerable, spare my life; it was all my sin..."

In that instant, the Demon Mountain King revealed fear and intense regret, realizing something.

Boom!

Boom, boom!

The instant they touched the colossal palm of the azure sky, the tens of thousands of Mo Yan people forming the martial army, whether Nascent Soul-level generals, Jin Dan-level commanders, or weak soldiers, even the unranked Qi Refining level, all shattered and exploded; countless blood mist scattered, and the entire Demon Flame Imperial Palace became a sea of blood.

The countless young talents of the entire Mo Yan race, representing all future members of this race, the countless noble Mo Yan bloodlines who stood high above with legions of servants and elegant, composed demeanors, all burst into countless blood mists in that instant, vanishing into ash, their souls utterly extinguished.

Everything turned to ash, carrying their self-perceived superiority.

Was this the end?

No, it was not.

Boom!

The colossal palm of the azure sky, breaking through the domain barrier from beyond the starry sky, descended, imprinting deeply upon the earth; the magnificent and grand complex of the Demon Flame Imperial Palace, which had witnessed the era of the Yan Stone family and the era of the Mo Yan race, shattered layer by layer beneath the palm, turning to dust.

Everyone within, even the weakest Mo Yan woman, infant, or elder, regardless of whether they had acted or not, all died completely.

Just as the ten thousand-plus Immortal Sect mortals and cultivator citizens had died within the Demon Flame Imperial Palace back then.

"All dead..."

The cultivators conscripted from the Nine Spirit Domain Minor Thousand Worlds trembled, gazing at the once-prosperous ancestral land of the Mo Yan race within the Mo Shi Xiao Gao Jie.

Looking from the starry sky down into the Minor Thousand Worlds, a palm print spanning thousands of kilometers was deeply imprinted upon the earth's mountain ranges; its surface was crisscrossed with gullies, each representing a line of the palm's ridges, every detail perfectly clear without a single error.

The entire Mo Yan race, attempting to play both sides within the domain, the Mo Yan people of the Demon Flame Imperial Palace who dared to slaughter Immortal Sect citizens, were wiped out completely!

No, there were still omissions.

There were three people.

The Demon Mountain King, the Demon Fire King, and the Demon Iron King, who was bound; they were unharmed.

Not only were they unharmed, not even a single hair was injured; no attack fell upon them, displaying a magic power control precision bordering on the perfected realm.

The three remaining Mo Yan race kings' minds went blank; boundless terror, boundless sorrow, and boundless regret surfaced within their hearts.

A colossal palm of the azure sky appeared once more.

This giant palm scooped them up and returned them toward the starry sky beyond.

The giant palm flew halfway into the sky, then split off a sword light that shot toward the northeast corner of the Minor Thousand Worlds, forcibly digging out from deep underground a heavily injured Tiger Race Soul Transformation expert, carrying them both away toward the starry sky beyond; clouds, the layer of violent winds, and the layer of domain lightning constantly swept past them.

"Black Tiger King..."

The Demon Mountain King stared fixedly at this newly appeared Tiger Race Soul Transformation expert.

This was his rival in the struggle for the authority of the Mo Shi Minor Thousand; he had clearly already slain him, even tearing his body in half, yet he did not expect him to appear again.

"Demon Mountain King!"

The Black Tiger King looked at this enemy who had exterminated his race with hatred.

However, the two kings could no longer attend to their mutual hatred; they looked toward the starry sky beyond with terrified eyes, toward the green-robed youth approaching rapidly.

For the first time, they knew what a Domain Hegemon was!

Possessing both tolerance and benevolence, and iron-blooded slaughter.

Not every servant race had the qualification to provoke; those who violated would inevitably pay a terrible price.

It seemed like only an instant before the four Sovereigns had already arrived beyond the starry sky, forcibly dragged out.

A youth in blue stood quietly watching them, seemingly without any killing intent.

Thud!

The four Sovereigns knelt simultaneously. Even the Sovereign of the Demon Rock Clan, whose heart was filled with grief over the deaths of hundreds of thousands of his clansmen, knelt and kowtowed without pause, his forehead striking the void again and again. Even as his forehead split open and fresh blood streamed down, he did not dare pause for even a moment.

The blue-clad youth watched them coldly.

And the four alien Sovereigns did not dare stop for even an instant, continuously pressing their foreheads to the ground.

No one knew how long passed.

"Sovereign."

"Sovereign..."

Jiang Ding said lightly, "The four of you, when you were slaughtering the citizens of my Immortal Sect, it didn't seem to be like this."

"Back then, listening to the wails and cries of the citizens — how high-spirited you were. You wanted to dominate the shifting winds of the realm, to use this as leverage to play both sides among the Jiudaxian Sect, to accumulate strength, and in the future leap forth to become a realm overlord like the Horned Demon Imperial Clan."

"Why has it become like this now?"

He extended his hand, his palm slender.

The peak Soul Transformation cultivator Demon Mountain involuntarily flew up, his mountain-like body continuously shrinking, shrinking, until finally he became a human-sized Demon Rock person. His neck landed in the blue-clad youth's hand, creaking, with flakes of stone debris falling off.

"Mm?"

"The Holy King of the Demon Rock Clan, Fellow Daoist Demon Mountain?"

Jiang Ding asked lightly.