Primordial Era: The Witch Clan Reigns Supreme, Hongjun Begs Me to Become the Demon Emperor

Chapter 36 The Celestial Court is defeated

A colossal figure, hundreds of feet tall, shattered the outer wall of the Demon Locking Cave with a single step, stretched out its massive hand, and scooped up dozens of screaming foxes.

That was Kuafu.

He was a hundred feet tall, stood barefoot, with two yellow snakes hanging from his ears, and leaned on a peach wood staff. His muscles were as bulging as the roots of an old tree.

At this moment, he had hundreds of fox demonesses tucked under his armpits. The demonesses trembled between his thick arms, looking like a human holding a litter of frightened rabbits in his arms.

"We came to save you! If you cry again, we'll throw you back!"

Kuafu roared loudly.

The foxes immediately fell silent, tears streaming down their faces.

Not far away, a fox demon general clad in celestial armor was leading his men in a fierce resistance.

The fox demon was agile and wielded two swords, the blades flashing like snow, as it slashed at the great shaman of the witch clan who was rescuing the demon race.

He was a demon who joined the Celestial Court in his early years and is now a legitimate demon general of the Celestial Court, responsible for guarding the Demon Locking Cave.

"Insolence! This is the sacred ground of the Celestial Court; how dare you run wild here!"

With a flash of his blade, he struck a high-ranking shaman of the sorcerer clan in the chest.

"clang!"

Sparks flew everywhere.

The high shaman of the witch clan looked down at the faint white mark on his chest, grinned, and slapped him across the chest with his palm as big as a fan.

"Snapped!"

The fox demon was sent flying horizontally, crashing into a stone pillar several dozen feet away and shattering it.

Kuafu glanced at him and sneered, "You fox demon, you've really become a treacherous demon. Why give up being a proper demon and become a demon general in the celestial court? Is it so prestigious to be a dog of the Eastern King Duke?"

The fox demon struggled to his feet, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, but a complex expression flashed in his eyes.

He did not refute it.

Kuafu ignored him and strode outside.

"Kuafu! Speed ​​things up! Why waste time talking to them!"

An even louder voice came from afar.

That was Gonggong.

He stood atop a celestial palace, surrounded by mist, and the glazed tiles beneath him were covered in a thin layer of ice.

He scanned the entire area and, seeing that most of the demons had been taken away, a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

Just then.

"Don't even think about running away!!!"

A thunderous roar exploded from the heavens!

The Eastern King has finally arrived!

His face was ashen, and he unleashed the full pressure of a peak Great Luo Golden Immortal. The dragon-headed cane in his hand burst forth with dazzling immortal light!

The celestial light converged into a gigantic palm print, blotting out the sky and the sun, and slammed down towards Gonggong's head!

"Behold the Emperor's Meteor Palm!!!"

This palm strike embodies the fortune that the Eastern King Duke has accumulated in the Celestial Court over thousands of years.

With the blessing of the Celestial Court's fortune, the palm print shone with golden light, like a fallen star, crashing down with the power to destroy everything!

Gonggong looked up at the palm print and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

It's not fear.

It's an excitement that reaches a certain point.

Instead of dodging, he suddenly stomped on the roof of the palace, and his whole body soared into the sky!

Beneath their feet, the palace collapsed with a deafening roar, sending debris flying everywhere!

In mid-air, Gonggong flipped over, performing a clean and neat backflip, and slashed out with his right foot like a battle axe, directly meeting the golden palm print head-on!

"boom!!!"

A deafening roar shook the surrounding void for tens of thousands of miles!

The shockwave spread wildly from the two of them, and wherever it passed, the magnificent palaces and pavilions of the Celestial Court were blown away as if they were made of paper!

Tiles flew everywhere, beams and pillars broke, and countless celestial officials who couldn't escape screamed as they were swept into the void!

Gonggong flew backwards for hundreds of feet before landing steadily, leaving a huge crater beneath his feet.

Dong Wanggong also took several steps back, his hand holding the cane trembling slightly.

Their eyes met across the distance, and the air seemed to freeze.

The Eastern King was horrified:

This ancestral witch of the witch clan is terrifyingly powerful!

His palm strike contained the celestial court's millennium of fortune, coupled with his own peak Great Luo cultivation; he thought it would at least injure Gonggong.

Unexpectedly, the opponent simply did a backflip and caught the kick with one foot!

That pure power, that savage, unreasonable physical strength—

Is this the Wu tribe, formed from the essence and blood of Pangu?

Gonggong swung his leg and grinned, "That's interesting. Want to try again?"

The Eastern King's face turned ashen, and he did not move.

He dared not move.

That palm strike just now was the strongest attack he could deliver.

And what happened? The other party was unharmed, while he himself suffered a surge of qi and blood, needing time to calm down.

If the fighting continues—

"Gonggong! Are you even capable?!"

A fiery red figure rushed from afar, scorching and distorting the void wherever it passed.

It is Zhu Rong.

His body surged with flames, and wielding a battle axe formed of solidified fire, he charged forward, cursing, "Stop dawdling! If you won't listen, I'll do it myself! I've been wanting to beat this pretentious bastard up for ages!"

Gonggong rolled his eyes: "Shut up. I haven't had enough yet."

"What's the point of fighting! That bastard Dongwanggong wouldn't dare to really fight!"

Zhu Rong cleaved a nearby stone pillar in two with a single axe stroke, sparks flying and shards of stone flying everywhere. He glared at Dong Wang Gong, his eyes full of provocation: "Hey! You so-called Lord of the Celestial Court, dare to fight me? If not, get lost and don't block my way!"

The veins on the hand holding the cane of the Eastern King Duke bulged.

The celestial officials, including the Star-Crowned Daoist, had already arrived behind him, each wielding their respective magical treasures, eyeing him menacingly.

But the Eastern King knew that they couldn't fight.

Even with Gonggong alone, he wasn't entirely confident of victory. Add Zhurong to the mix—

He took a deep breath, suppressing his surging anger, and said coldly, "The Witch Clan trespassed into the Heavenly Court and abducted a wanted criminal—I will remember this debt."

Zhu Rong scoffed, "So what if I've remembered it? What can you do about it? Come and hit me?"

Gonggong dusted himself off and said to Zhurong, "Alright, let's go. We've taken the demons with us, what's the point of leaving them here?"

He looked up at the Eastern King Duke, his eyes filled with undisguised contempt: "Heavenly Court? Celestial Court? Ha."

That "heh," though light and airy, was more humiliating than any insult.

The Wu tribe army retreated like a tide, quickly disappearing into the vast sea of ​​clouds.

All that remained were the devastated ruins of the Celestial Court and the ashen face of the Eastern King.

"Your Majesty—"

The Star-Crowned Taoist cautiously asked, "Should we pursue them or not?"

After a long silence, the Eastern King Duke said, slowly and deliberately, "They cannot be pursued."

He turned around and looked at the dilapidated palaces, the collapsed pavilions, and the terrified celestial officials.

Anger surged within me, yet I had nowhere to vent it.

strength.

He needs strength.

A power strong enough to suppress everything!

Whether it's a formation, a magic weapon, or something else, he needs it!

The Star-Crowned Daoist looked at him, his eyes darting around, and suddenly said, "Your Majesty, I have a plan that may solve the Immortal Court's urgent crisis."

The Eastern King suddenly turned his head: "Speak!"

The Star-Crowned Taoist stepped forward and whispered, "Your Majesty, this Heavenly Court—is itself a tremendous magical treasure."

Dong Wanggong was taken aback.

The Star-Crowned Daoist continued, "The Heavenly Court was formed from the pure energy of Pangu's head, and its status is supreme. It contains the mysteries of the celestial sphere. I once learned some methods of deduction from Bai Ze and vaguely glimpsed a great formation that can be used for both defense and offense. Unfortunately, I do not have any supreme treasures to better deduce it, but..."

He paused, then lowered his voice: "If we take the Heavenly Court as the foundation and draw upon the power of the stars in the heavens, we can deduce a grand formation!"

Once this formation is set up, it will be a perfect blend of offense and defense, possessing boundless power! At that time, neither the witch clan nor the demon clan will be able to bow down before it!

The Eastern King's eyes lit up.

"A grand formation? What kind of grand formation?"

"This formation requires a living being to control it, and it needs a supreme treasure of the divination level, but that's alright, there's always a way to solve it."

The Star-Crowned Taoist glanced cautiously at the Eastern King Duke.

"The Celestial Court is currently short-handed. To set up this grand formation, we need—we need even more beings willing to serve us."

Dong Wanggong narrowed his eyes: "You mean—"

"Seize him," Xingguan Daoist gritted his teeth.

"Keep arresting. Arrest those rogue cultivators, arrest those who disobey the Celestial Court, arrest those—who are willing to serve the Celestial Court to save their lives."

Dongwanggong remained silent for a moment.

He recalled Gonggong's contemptuous gaze, Zhurong's unbridled mockery, and the helplessness of standing on the ruins, watching the enemy leave.

He gripped the dragon-headed cane tightly.

"it is good."

He spoke, his voice low and firm: "Then capture them. Make them willingly serve my Celestial Court."

He looked up in the direction where the Witch Clan had disappeared, a ruthless glint in his eyes: "When the great formation is complete, I, the Emperor, will repay today's humiliation a hundredfold!"

The Star-Crowned Taoist bowed respectfully, a smug glint in his eyes.

He knew that his position had become even more secure.

As for the name of that great formation—

He hasn't decided yet.

But it doesn't matter, let's get the Emperor to agree first.

Anyway, as long as the Celestial Court doesn't fall, he still has a chance to climb up.

As for whether the deduction can be successful, a simplified grand formation is also possible. After all, the Celestial Court doesn't have that many people, occupies such a good place, and has no shortage of fortune and resources. No matter how you look at it, there must be a grand formation that will protect them.

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