The Master and His Wealthy Fiancée

The demons were struck speechless.

However, at that moment, over a hundred figures emerged from the Guardian Array. At their head was an entirely unremarkable old man with a short, silvery beard. He looked as ordinary as a mortal, but he was none other than the Sect Leader of the Cyan Sky Sect, Fu Haitang.

Without saying a word, Fu Haitang waved his hand. A sword strike descended from the heavens, its chilling light washing over the demons before plunging into the ground directly between the Human and Demon camps.

But Kui Ran, who had been waiting there, narrowed his eyes and snapped, "Fu Haitang, you old coot, are you trying to put on a show of force?"

Fu Haitang gave a faint smile. "I wouldn't dare. But since you all look poised for battle, I felt I had to respond in kind."

Ao Tian, however, was in no mood for pointless banter. He had only two objectives: rescue his son and kill Chen Dong.

So, Ao Tian said coldly, "Recall your disciple. As long as he releases my son, we will allow him to return to your array."

Ao Tian had already made up his mind. The moment Chen Dong showed his face, he would be killed, no matter the cost. 'With so many Nascent Soul experts present, there's no way he can escape.'

Hearing Ao Tian's words, Fu Haitang's heart leaped with joy. 'It seems Chen Dong and the others escaped the most dangerous part of the pursuit. If that's the case, I have some leverage for negotiations.'

"Ao Tian Demon King, we want the Demon Race to retreat a thousand li and cede the large Spirit Stone Vein in the Fire Pine Mountain Range..."

Before Fu Haitang could finish, Kui Ran immediately roared, "Impossible! Your Human Race kidnaps our Young Master, and you still want the Spirit Stone Vein? You're delusional!"

'That vein was originally meant to be traded for the Liuling High Priest,' he thought. 'But now that the Liuling High Priest has surrendered, there's no reason to hand it over. More importantly, Chen Dong and his group are still in the Demon Realm; the Demon Race holds the upper hand. Worst case, we can tear the Demon Realm apart to find them. There's no need to bow our heads to the Human Race here.'

Kui Ran voiced the thoughts of most of the Demon Kings. They didn't want to hand over the vein either. For the Liuling High Priest, it might have been acceptable. But for the Jiao Race's Young Master, they were unwilling to sacrifice their own interests.

But just then, Ao Tian barked, "Shut up!" He then turned to Fu Haitang and the other humans and declared, "I accept your proposal!"

Ao Tian had clashed with Chen Dong before. In his eyes, luring Chen Dong out and killing him was far more important. 'That one technique of his shook me to the core,' he thought. 'If he's allowed to mature, he will become an immense threat to the Demon Race!'

"Ao Tian Demon King, how can you agree to that on your own?"

"That's right! We have a stake in that Spirit Stone Vein too. We all fought to conquer it. What right do you have to decide for everyone!"

Kui Ran tried to persuade him again. "My King, that Chen Dong is just a brat at the Foundation Establishment Stage. Even with a heavily wounded Liu Ling and that other human Female Cultivator, they're nothing but small fry who can't make waves. We don't need to concede. We just need to block the humans' escape route, hunt them down, and kill them!"

Kui Ran's opinion of Chen Dong was still based on that one fleeting glimpse; he didn't take him seriously at all. For him, the dignity of the Young Master and the Demon Race were paramount.

Just then, a Female Cultivator stepped out from the ranks of the Human Race. Peerless and aloof, she moved with a light step, a long blade in hand, and came to a stop before the assembled Demon Kings.

She pointed her long blade at Kui Ran, her voice as chilling as the wind. "You want to kill Chen Dong?"

Kui Ran's eyes narrowed. "And what if I do? With so many Demon Kings gathered here, if it weren't for our Young Master, a pathetic little human like him wouldn't even be worthy of my notice!"

Tian Sisi said no more. She let her actions speak for her: anyone who wanted to kill Chen Dong would have to get past the blade in her hand.

The long blade let out a clear hum. A heaven-shaking glint of cold light slashed out, containing no immense Spiritual Power, only a single, intensely concentrated emotion: kill. The frosty light moved like a soaring swan, its speed reaching an impossible extreme.

Countless demons were stunned. 'This Female Cultivator is only at the Golden Core level,' they thought. 'How does she dare draw her blade before so many Demon Kings?'

This was something Kui Ran hadn't expected either. 'How does she dare!?'

The blade's light came so quickly he had no way to dodge it, nor could he afford to retreat in front of all the other demons. Casting aside any thought of underestimating Tian Sisi, he immediately unleashed his clan's Innate Divine Technique—the Water Evil Divine Light.

The aquamarine Divine Light slammed into the frigid blade gleam and was unexpectedly sliced clean in two. Every demon was stunned. 'That's the Cyan Emperor's Path of Extreme Emotion!'

Kui Ran's eyes filled with terror as his body dissolved into a spreading mist. But the blade's light seemed to nullify all techniques, slicing through the mist and into Kui Ran's physical body.

When the heart is silent and the will knows no peace, when nothing in the world can bear the weight of longing—that is the Path of Extreme Emotion. There is nothing it cannot sever.

Like a fleeting snowflake, Kui Ran's physical body was cleaved in two. His body-transformation technique was utterly negated. A miniature jiao dragon shot out from his ruined form, fleeing toward the other members of the Jiao Race. If he hadn't been at the Nascent Soul Stage, that single strike would have been instantly fatal.

Just as Tian Sisi was about to deliver another blow, flower petals drifted down. Zisang Jin appeared at her side, his hand gently pressing down on her blade's hilt.

"Junior Sister, it is not yet time."

A single strike using the Path of Extreme Emotion required immense mental fortitude and spiritual sense. In her current state, Tian Sisi could not use it multiple times.

The hundred-odd Nascent Soul Great Demons stared at Tian Sisi in terror. 'The Cyan Emperor's Path of Extreme Emotion has reappeared! At just the Golden Core level, she can annihilate a Nascent Soul Perfection demon in a single blow. The Extreme Emotion Dao is too horrifying! Is the era of a single human suppressing the entire Demon Race going to happen all over again?'

This Female Cultivator was now more important than anything else; she absolutely could not be allowed to mature. Ao Tian was even more alarmed. 'The Human Race just produced Chen Dong with his profound thunder technique, and now there's this woman cultivating the Extreme Emotion Dao. Is the Human Race on the verge of rising? If these two break through to the Nascent Soul Stage, they'll be even more trouble than Zisang Jin and Fu Haitang.'

At this moment, all the demons had a single thought: 'To hell with negotiations! Kill this woman now while we have the chance!'

In an instant, spiritual senses flared up as if in unspoken agreement. Over a hundred Nascent Soul Great Demons unleashed their Innate Divine Techniques at once. The world plunged into darkness as rain and thunder raged, and a cacophony of roaring Divine Lights filled the air...