Junior sister, keep forbear for a while, I almost become invincible as soon!-Chapter 613 Wuxian Hurry Up and Light the Smoke

The two women, locked in jealousy and rivalry, exposed the Demon Emperor's many plans, and his raging anger boiled over. He wished he could slap them away and suppress them in a latrine for one hundred thousand years.

Chen Pingping also seized this opportunity, taking the Six Tao Emperor Weapons to strike deeper.

It was terrifying. Such a scene had never occurred from ancient times until now: a Saint Realm cultivator intending to slay a Great Emperor.

"You human brat..." the Demon Emperor roared, his voice like thunder, his imperial might bubbling and rolling out from the depths. "Dare you provoke me, with your insignificant Saint Realm?"

Even if his arrangements were disrupted and the gathering of Vast Sword Qi had failed, he remained an Emperor Realm powerhouse, an undefeatable Great Emperor.

At that moment, he abandoned his millennia of planning and rose from the depths. Imperial might swept forth. The aura of the Great Emperor diffused wantonly, collapsing the very sky. His dense black hair danced wildly, his demonic eyes deep and hollow, like an abyss ready to devour all things in heaven and earth.

With one step, the entire Dayan instantly collapsed.

Another step, and the sun, moon, and stars seemed to fade into nothingness...

"Pingping..."

"Brother!" The two women cried out in unison, their voices filled with horror.

The crumbling earth and sky fell with a thunderous roar, instantly engulfing Chen Pingping's form.

Yue Wuxia rushed forward, her Emperor Weapon quickly flaring to life. Although she couldn't sustain it for long with her own strength, there was no time for hesitation.

Guang Xiaoyu turned and dashed towards Wuxian. "Light the incense."

Ah!? What?

Wuxian was half-buried in the earth, his misery indescribable. He couldn't even contemplate lighting the incense, let alone crawling out.

Fortunately, Li Qi reacted quickly, bringing him back immediately. As for the Emperor Spirit, it had vanished without a trace long ago.

WOOF! WOOF!

Hei, the little black dog, rushed out. It stood on its hind legs, wielding a sword and unleashing a sword technique that shook the very heavens.

"Hurry, light the incense!" Guang Xiaoyu shouted, urgency lacing her voice.

The Demon Emperor had abandoned all restraint, reviving at all costs and discarding thousands of years of scheming. In this state, the Demon Emperor was overwhelmingly powerful. If this was mishandled, they would all perish here.

Wuxian had just been brought back by Li Qi. He was panting heavily, not yet recovered, when he heard Guang Xiaoyu's shout. His scalp tingled. "Lord Demon Emperor, I... I don't have any fire!"

"Idiot, use your Divine Sense to light it," scolded Guang Xiaoyu.

"But I don't have Divine Sense!" cried Wuxian.

"Then use your bloodline."

"How?"

"Slit your wrist, quickly..."

"..."

「At this very moment!」

The Demon Race members who had fled Dayan returned. Not only that, but their numbers were greater, and their ranks higher than before. Previously, they were merely at the Saint Realm, but now... dozens of Demon Race members at the Saint King level had appeared.

"Li Qi, boy!" Guang Xiaoyu called out.

"I'm here."

"Guard Wuxian. After he lights the incense, don't let anyone near him."

"Yes!" Li Qi responded solemnly, realizing the critical situation. His nerves taut, he scanned the surroundings...

Poor Wuxian, the Great General, was still trembling. The thought of slashing his wrist had nearly scared him to death.

Did it have to be so bloody? Just give me a spark, would that be so difficult? Really.

Wuxian trembled, his face pallid. But he didn't know that this incense stick couldn't be ignited by any ordinary flame. It required someone of the Demon Emperor Clan's bloodline; the higher their bloodline rank, the easier it was to ignite. This was also why Guang Xiaoyu had brought Wuxian with her. The royal bloodline within the Demon Emperor Clan could easily ignite the incense stick, thus allowing its power to be unleashed.

"Today, with this emperor here, anyone who approaches Dayan will die..." Guang Xiaoyu rose into the air, her robes billowing and her long hair streaming over her shoulders. At this moment, she seemed to possess an ethereal aura and an even more pronounced, solemn killing aura. She was very different from her usual bloodthirsty self. There was no bloodlust, only a cold and ruthless killing intent.

The next moment, Guang Xiaoyu summoned 'Desolation.' The figure of the First Demon God from ancient times emerged behind her. It stood hundreds of feet tall, wielding an ancient Sword Slash at the foes before her.

「Meanwhile, on another front.」

Zi Ji was also taking action, unleashing her full strength to ward off wave after wave of formidable members of the Demon Race.

MOO!

Lao Huang's massive hooves stomped, releasing dense streams of Sword Dao that surged towards the Demon Race army.

It was terrifying. It was a scene never before witnessed in endless years: a Saint Realm cultivator challenging a Great Emperor. A mere handful of individuals confronted the entire Demon Race of the Northern Border. Everyone was moved.

At the Human Clan's border, the karma involved was so immense that they could no longer witness the battle directly, only catching glimpses of vague scenes. They wished to rush into the Demon Race's territory.

Mo Wuwei's Sword Dao fell mercilessly as he declared, "Although I am but a Saint Realm cultivator, the entire Wuji Sect and the Qingfeng lineage stand behind me. Should they return alive, you all should consider how to avoid being held accountable."

He was domineering. He knew he couldn't stop these people on his own, but he had backers. The Qingfeng lineage was his real confidence. Currently, they were battling the Northern Border's Demon Race and attempting to kill the Demon Emperor.

"Mo Wuwei, what do you mean?" someone shouted in anger.

"No one from the Human Clan may set foot into the Demon Race's territory," Mo Wuwei stated, his voice cold and ruthless.

"Who made that rule? Did you? Who do you think you are?" a man retorted coldly, his face filled with anger.

"I'm doing this for your own good," Mo Wuwei said. "The entire Northern Border Demon Race is in motion, and the Demon Emperor is also reviving. If you rashly enter the Demon Race's battlefield, you will only be caught in the crossfire."

This stance, seemingly for the Human Clan's benefit, was in reality rooted in Jiang Ni'er's intent to protect the Qingfeng lineage.

First, the Qingfeng lineage possessed too profound a foundation to ignore. Setting aside their several Spiritual Beasts, Chen Pingping himself was an unfathomable abyss. Every item he produced was enough to shake the Southern Diaspora.

Second, even if these people entered the Demon Race's domain, they would not only be of no help but might also act covertly and create chaos. Jiang Ni'er's greatest concern was those lurking in the shadows. They might blend into the crowd and seize an opportunity to strike, dealing a heavy blow to Chen Pingping or the Qingfeng lineage. For instance, Li Chaoge, Sound, Candle, the Ancient Country's Great Prince, and Star Sea powerhouses...

Third, after the great battle, the Northern Border would be fragmented. Many cultivation resources would become ownerless. If the Human Clan were to step in, they would become the source of a second upheaval.

"Even members of our alliance are not allowed to enter the Demon Race's region?" the middle-aged Scholar asked. "If we were to join the battle, we could help alleviate some of the Qingfeng lineage's burden."

Unfortunately, Mo Wuwei shook his head. "No one can, unless... you want to be held accountable by Chen Pingping. Moreover, the Qingfeng lineage is famously vindictive. Have you not heard of that?"

Upon hearing this, their expressions stiffened.

Famously vindictive... Damn it! That statement was all too real.

The scene quieted down considerably for a moment.

"Do you really think the Qingfeng lineage could survive and return?" someone in the crowd retorted sarcastically.

"Even if the Qingfeng lineage were to fall entirely in the Northern Border, the Wuji Sect remains. One day... we will certainly settle all accounts. Whether it is with the Ancient Country, the Star Sea, or even those powerhouses who have come from afar, can you truly escape?" Mo Wuwei slowly opened his eyes. "Our Sect Master is also one to hold grudges."

Since Hongxiu wasn't here, whatever he said was law.