"I am the Donghua Taoist."
At this mont, Song Lin suddenly appeared.
No one expected this guy to be hiding right under their noses.
This guy, unlike other demons, doesn’t swagger around, causing to miss the opportunity.
"Accidentally killed soone just now, haha, sorry about that."
The Elephant Clan’s Saint Heir spoke with a playful grin.
Isn’t this just human nature?
I eat their food, drink their drinks, kill their people on their turf.
Then pat my backside and leave, while Human Clan cultivators make a show of chasing for a short while before returning to shout about driving off demons and claiming victory.
"Taoist Master..."
"Taoist Master!"
All eyes were on Song Lin, hoping this pillar of strength would make a decision.
"This is not enough."
Song Lin’s expression remained cold.
"Add a little more..." The Elephant Clan’s Saint Heir spoke to the eunuch.
Before the words even finished, Song Lin interrupted sharply.
"A blood debt must be repaid in blood—your life for theirs!"
Song Lin’s skin shimred with golden light, his figure towering ten zhang high.
With a punch, he struck straight at the Elephant Clan’s Saint Heir.
"Interesting!"
The Elephant Clan’s Saint Heir’s handso face contorted into a snarl, his skin turning pale and rough. His figure shot up to a hundred zhang, transforming into a demon with an elephant head and a human body.
Demonic Qi surged across a thousand zhang, his vital energy blazing like a fiery sunset.
He was no re sack of wine and at, but truly a prodigy.
Despite his young age, he had cultivated the Elephant Clan’s supre Divine Elephant Nine Transformations to the Fifth Transformation, the Hundred Apertures Vajra Realm.
His body was like a furnace, capable of devouring gold and lting stone; his hundred apertures were unified, his form unyielding like Vajra.
And yet, a human dared to compete in physical strength against the Elephant Clan?
"Not bad, truly courageous!"
Bang!
Their fists collided!
Crack!
The Elephant Clan’s Saint Heir’s face turned pale as his right fist bent unnaturally.
The residual force relentlessly drove through, injuring his internal organs.
Coughing blood, the Elephant Clan’s Saint Heir fell, captured by Song Lin in a single round.
"What kind of body is this?!"
He couldn’t believe it.
"A Human Clan body!"
Song Lin landed gracefully, grabbing the Saint Heir by the neck with overwhelming strength that left him immobilized. The Eight Sceneries Divine Sword appeared in the void, pointing directly at his vital point.
"Release the prince..."
The seventy-two Elephant Clan underlings had barely spoken when they were crushed into pulp by Erlang God and his followers.
In one battle, the Demon Clan’s Saint Heir was captured!
The onlookers were all struck with awe.
...
The Yin Spring Palace Grotto Heaven.
Beneath his hood, the Great Elder smiled.
"This is indeed the one we have been searching for. I am certain."
...
"I’m leaving; you keep watch for now."
Ziyun soared towards Mingxing Peak.
This ti, I should have bargaining power, right?
Yunhai leaped out, staring in astonishnt at the captured Elephant Clan’s Saint Heir under Song Lin’s control.
"No, put him down imdiately! What are you trying to do, Song Lin?!"
"Help!"
The Elephant Clan’s Saint Heir cried out.
"Shut up!"
Song Lin tightened his grip on the Saint Heir’s neck, then delivered a brutal punch to his face, knocking out his teeth.
"Stop! If you ruin the Taoist Alliance’s grand plan, you’ll never recover from it!"
Yunhai shouted angrily.
Song Lin had ultimately fallen into the trap.
"He killed my people! Why shouldn’t I kill him in return?"
Song Lin did not rush to execute the demon.
Instead, he engaged in a verbal sparring match with Yunhai, stalling for ti.
The crowd of spectators grew ever larger.
Heavenly Slaughter, Earth Evil, Chuu Yuying, other cultivators from three factions, the Yin King, i Hua, various Departnt Directors all arrived.
Every major Taoist and the entirety of Donghua Taoists.
All were present!
Everyone observed the Demon Clan’s Saint Heir emissary, feeling an inexplicable emotion.
They looked at Song Lin, this brave warrior, with undeniable admiration stirring in their hearts.
A great battle was about to erupt!
The head of Song Lin would be used to quell the flas of fury.
"Put him down!"
"Stop imdiately!"
So pleaded while others remained silent.
...
Mingxing Peak.
Ziyun arrived at the straw hut.
Zhi Xin stepped out in advance, wearing the purple gold crown of the Heavenly chanism Minister, the Celestial Stars Robe, and the Grandmaster’s seal.
Ziyun was about to speak but was interrupted by Zhi Xin.
"Wait!"
Zhi Xin smiled warmly and said, "Were you about to suggest that I petition the Heavenly Master to spare only Song Lin, but at the cost of so concessions?"
Ziyun tried to speak again.
Zhi Xin cut her off once more.
"What I wanted to say is—saving just one person is not enough. It should be two."
Boom!
Zhi Xin soared into the skies.
Clouds gathered across a thousand miles, his dharma body glowing radiantly.
His visage could be seen far and wide.
His robes billowed, his gaze sharp as steel.
This aged man revealed his brilliance today.
"Bearing the fortune of the Human Clan, upholding the virtue of the Heavenly Master! I, Zhi Xin, Grandmaster, Heavenly chanism Minister of Zhouu Jueyin Heavenly Palace! Elephant Clan Saint Heir... I make vows before the heavens and the earth on behalf of the human nation: in the na of the Demon Clan’s blood, I shall honor the Human Clan’s spirit. As a representative of the Taoist School, I decree—Song Lin, execute the demon!"
Zhi Xin denounced the Demon Clan’s savagery, his voice echoing across half the Taoist School.
The dirty secrets known only to high-ranking officials were about to be laid bare.
This concerned the reputation of all Heavenly Masters and top leaders.
Ziyun’s face paled drastically!
In the Heavenly Master’s Dojo.
"Madness, utter madness!"
A person abruptly leapt up, their expression filled with shock.
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