Chapter 117.1: One Sword is Not Enough, Ten Swords Are Not Enough. How About A Hundred?
The many Supremes of the Violet Heaven Alliance surged toward the Ends of the Earth.
"Slay the Great Demon!"
"Let the world see light again!"
"With the fall of the Great Demon, inner demons will vanish, and we shall rise as heroes for all eternity!"
Shang Yanran, Bai Ze, and the Foolish Daoist also arrived there, standing beside Qi Yuan. Gazing at the colossal warship in the distance, their eyes burned with fighting spirit, though worry smoldered beneath it.
One hundred twenty-three Supremes stood on that warship, exuding boundless killing intent. About ninety were from the Violet Heaven Alliance, while the rest came from various other major powers. The warship halted five li from the Ends of the Earth, suspended in the air.
The Blood Palace cultivators gathered at the cliff's edge felt an overwhelming pressure. They all shared a dreadful premonition: if those Supremes attacked together, they wouldn’t stand a chance. Yet when they saw the calm figure in the blood-red robe standing before them, their panic eased a little.
Then, Violet Heaven Maiden said in a soft, ethereal voice that spread through the heavens, "Hand over the Great Demon, and the people of the Blood Palace shall live."
The people of the Ends of the Earth remained expressionless.
Shang Yanran sneered and shouted back, "Hand over the Violet Heaven Maiden, and we shall let you live!"
Fury erupted on the warship. Meanwhile, the maiden remained calm. Instead, her icy, sharp gaze locked onto Qi Yuan.
She said coldly, "Your former self was once a merciful Buddha. Yet for the sake of a demoness, you turn to the dark side. You even gave birth to endless inner demons, laying billions to waste. Your sins deserve death. Great Demon, end your own life, and I shall not trouble the Blood Palace."