Chapter 135: Dong Wanggong, fearless and overbearing—who dares to kill me?!

A thousand years have passed, seeming long!

But in the primordial world, it's merely a snap of the fingers, not worth mentioning.

During these thousand years, the great wars in the Wuliang Sihai have never ceased for a moment.

The Demon Race and the Xiating wage endless war, already igniting true fury.

Every day, blood rain bursts in the void, with cries of slaughter and wails unceasing to the ear, shocking those who hear.

Precisely because this war is so earth-shattering, other regions between heaven and earth appear unprecedentedly tranquil and peaceful.

Countless mighty figures also hide away, cultivating in seclusion to avoid karma from the war.

At this moment, the scene atop Penglai Xiandao is also appallingly grim.

Bones pile like mountains, blood flows like rafts!

Gazing out, it truly resembles a human purgatory.

Whether Xiating or the Demon Race, casualties are massive; at every moment, beings' fleshly bodies explode and true spirits annihilate, resulting in death and disappearance.

The Ten Great Demon Saints sweep across the battlefield; each strike reaps countless lives of Xiating's cultivators.

This sight naturally makes Xiating's cultivators glare with fury, gritting their teeth.

Figures burst forth, attempting to block the might of the Ten Great Demon Saints.

Yet this effort proves useless.

In just a brief moment, several more mighty ones fall at the hands of the Ten Great Demon Saints.

Even though they are all Quasi-Sage Realm, not everyone is an innate mighty one.

Know that the Demon Race's Ten Great Demon Saints once listened to the Dao Ancestor Hongjun's lectures in the Purple Cloud Palace.

By comparison, Xiating's mighty ones are somewhat inferior.

Seeing this, all beings wear solemn expressions, inevitably sighing.

"Alas... the Xiating side's fortunes have waned."

"Indeed, Xiating's strong ones keep falling; even the so-called Myriad Immortal Formation can hardly be maintained."

"This battle... the outcome is already decided."

"Heavens, Xiating has displayed might for endless ages; today must it face its day of destruction?"

"Heaven is indifferent, exactly so..."

Xiating's fortunes have waned!

This is the common understanding of all beings.

Previously relying on the Myriad Immortal Formation, Xiating's cultivators could still fight the Demon Race with give and take.

However, after a thousand years of war, the contest is no longer about each side's strength but about their foundations.

Thus, gradually, Xiating's decline becomes evident.

As mighty ones fall one after another, the Myriad Immortal Formation has already silently fractured.

Thus, Xiating's combat power is greatly diminished, making continuation difficult.

Some strong ones wear complex expressions, unable to help sighing wistfully.

After all, they once witnessed Xiating's rise, and now they must personally witness this side's downfall.

They truly feel the cruelty and indifference of the primordial world.

One general's success leaves ten thousand bones withered—nothing else!

On the battlefield!

Dong Wanggong naturally noticed Xiating's successive defeats.

"Ah... spare my life."

"Donghua Di Jun, save us..."

"No, I don't want to die..."

Wails and pleas for rescue fall into his ears, making Dong Wanggong's face turn ashen.

He is furious beyond restraint, vexed and defeated.

"Demon Race beasts, how dare you?!"

With a roar, Dong Wanggong prepares to charge at the Ten Great Demon Saints to rescue Xiating's strong ones.

However, Di Jun Taiyi had long been prepared for this.

"Haha, Dong Wanggong!"

"Between us, victory is undecided; do you still wish to intervene in others' battles?"

Di Jun laughs wildly, arrogant and unrestrained.

Leaping forward, he directly blocks Dong Wanggong's path.

In that brief moment, another few cries ring out on the other side; many Xiating strong ones perish, body and spirit erased.

Even including Yun Zhongjun, whom Dong Wanggong previously valued greatly.

Seeing his relied-upon Xiating mighty one after another fall, bloodied and resentful, Dong Wanggong's face contorts hideously, terrifying to behold.

His hair flies wildly, his Dao robe flutters, he looks like a madman.

"Ah... go to death!"

Dong Wanggong, heedless of anything else, waves his hand and raises the Herder Immortal Staff, intending to suppress the Ten Great Demon Saints and simultaneously rally Xiating's strong ones to continue the battle.

But at the instant he lifts the Herder Immortal Staff, Taiyi on the other side also unleashes a violent strike.

"Chaos Bell, appear!"

With a light shout, the Chaos Bell suddenly manifests.

In an instant, the vast bell's toll echoes between heaven and earth, deafening and soul‑shaking.

Outside the bell, the sun, moon, stars, earth, water, fire, and wind revolved around it.

Inside the bell lay mountains, rivers, the great earth, and the myriad clans of the primordial ages faintly visible.

Five-colored radiant light shone upon all heavens, the holy might of Chaos shook the universe.

The bell's toll was vast, the universe blazed, heaven and earth lost color, and Qiankun shook.

This is the might of the heaven-opening supreme treasure, shaking heaven and earth and making all beings change color.

As soon as the Chaos Bell appeared, the Herder Immortal Staff was instantly suppressed, trembling incessantly, yet could no longer display any might.

At the same time, Di Jun reacted extremely quickly, with a wave of his hand directly storing the Herder Immortal Staff away.

"Hehe, an innate supreme spiritual treasure?"

"Not bad, not bad!"

Di Jun looked at the Herder Immortal Staff in his hand and revealed a pleased smile.

The Eastern King Duke became even more furious.

"Damn it!"

He shouted angrily repeatedly, and in his mingled hatred and rage, his reason was completely overwhelmed.

Whoosh!

Divine light burst forth, the Immortal Seal was unleashed again, shooting toward Di Jun the Great One, piercing the void.

But for this, the Great One repeated his old trick, suppressing it with the Chaos Bell.

In the blink of an eye, the Immortal Seal also fell into Di Jun's hand.

Di Jun became even more arrogantly pleased.

"Haha, this emperor actually ought to thank the Eastern King Duke for presenting the treasure."

"Just, this Immortal Seal truly is not pleasant to hear."

"Henceforth, this treasure shall be renamed the Demon Emperor Seal."

Saying this, Di Jun's gaze suddenly turned cold.

A mighty power surged forth, directly erasing the mark belonging to the Eastern King Duke within the Immortal Seal.

Thus, both supreme treasures came into Di Jun's hands.

Di Jun's might grew greater, vast as an abyss, icy cold to the bone.

A divine chain of order was cast, instantly landing upon the Eastern King Duke's body.

Bang!

With a muffled thud, the Eastern King Duke was severely wounded, spitting blood, his body flung outward, miserable beyond measure.

Kill to cut the heart!

In a short moment, he seized both supreme innate spiritual treasures and again gravely wounded the Eastern King Duke, lord of Xiating.

At this moment, not only did all beings' faces darken, but even the people of Xiating were all deathly pale.

"Alas, the two treasures of the East August Emperor have all been seized by that Di Jun the Great One."

"How can we of Xiating still fight the Demon Race?"

"Could it really be that Heaven wishes to destroy our Xiating?"

"No... the East August Emperor is clearly appointed by the Dao Ancestor; why must we suffer such a fate?"

The people of Xiating were full of unwilling rage.

At this time, the Eastern King Duke's face was extremely grim, forcibly suppressing the surging qi and blood within.

But hearing the great shouts of the Xiating people, he instead wore a ferocious grin, fiercely staring at Di Jun the Great One and company.

"Di Jun the Great One, even if you defeat me, what then?"

"Haha... I am the Dao Ancestor's appointed, the sole Immortal King."

"The Heavenly Dao also acknowledges me, endowed with boundless fortune."

"In this world, who dares to kill me?"

The Eastern King Duke appeared utterly mad.

His aura was violent, his eyes mad as he scanned heaven, earth, and the universe.

His arms spread wide, as if displaying the supreme dignity of the foremost male immortal.

Sorrowful!

Unwilling!

Yet also bearing an indescribable arrogance, fearless due to having backing.

At this moment, the gazes of countless beings all gathered upon the Eastern King Duke alone.

Dead silence!

Between heaven and earth, all was dead silence!

Laws congealed, order stagnated!

All beings seemed to have forgotten how to breathe.

Fuxi, the giant fish-bird, and other mighty titans also looked toward Di Jun the Great One and the other.

How will the latter be dealt with?

Will they actually unleash a killing blow, thus ending the Eastern King Duke's life?