The people of the primordial era ruled the heavens and earth.

"What?! You actually want me to forfeit the fight?!"

"Nine Infants, do you know what you're saying?"

The second-generation leader of the demon clan alliance, Qilin Mojue, glared angrily and roared at Jiuying.

"Mo Jue, don't get agitated." Wiping the drool from his face, Jiu Ying chuckled and took a step to the left, avoiding Mo Jue's face, before saying, "Let me explain slowly, humans are truly not to be trifled with."

"Heh." Mo Jue sneered, "Don't give me that nonsense. What's with this 'humans are not to be trifled with' nonsense? I think you're just chickens out!"

"Don't think I don't know about the Kunpeng's broken wings."

Hearing Mo Jue's impolite words, Jiu Ying's face turned cold, and she demanded, "Mo Jue, what do you mean by that?"

"It doesn't mean anything." Mo Jue said calmly, not taking Jiu Ying seriously at all. "If you don't want to fight, that's your business."

"I, Mo Jue, will never retreat without a fight."

"To put it bluntly, the human race's reputation was entirely built by Grand Venerable Qin Tian."

"Now that Qin Tian Dazun has gone into seclusion and has not appeared for a long time, he must be in an important stage of cultivation."

"I don't believe it. I can't even defeat a group of humans who have never experienced the baptism of war."

"No matter what you say today, I'll still say the same thing."

"I will not back down. My Qilin clan cannot afford to lose face like that."

Upon hearing this, Jiuying felt as if his face was being trampled on and slapped repeatedly.

He wanted to argue back and rebuke Mo Jue, but he couldn't find a good excuse.

He could only forcefully suppress his rage, his face cold and devoid of any emotion, and say, "Fine, very well!"

"Mo Jue, you'd better stay this tough."

"Otherwise, I'll make sure you know the consequences of disrespecting your seniors."

"Haha..." Mo Jue chuckled lightly, "Senior Jiu Ying, I'll take it as a blessing you."

"The same words apply to you."

"You'd better never have to beg me."

"Hahaha..." Jiuying laughed loudly, unleashing his mid-stage Quasi-Saint strength without reservation, directly affecting Mo Jue's primordial spirit.

Although Mo Jue is the leader of the second-generation alliance of the demon race, his strength is not very high, only at the early stage of Quasi-Saint.

Caught off guard by Jiuying's pressure, he was momentarily caught off guard and suffered a silent loss, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth as he took a step back.

This was nothing short of an insult to Mo Jue, so he immediately and quietly channeled a burst of magical power into the ink-colored jade pendant he carried with him.

Mo Linli, the current protector of the Qilin clan and a late-stage Quasi-Saint, sensed something.

Ignoring the fact that tearing through the void would consume too much magic power, Mo Lin took a step forward, piercing through space and arriving directly beside Mo Jue from the Qilin Mountains.

Seeing Jiuying using its aura to intimidate its young master, Mo Lin's face darkened with anger, and he shouted, "Jiuying, do you think my Qilin clan has no one to rely on?!"

"Even if Emperor Jun and Taiyi were still in power, they wouldn't dare treat our clan like this."

"Today, on behalf of the young master, I will teach you a lesson and show you what respect and hierarchy truly mean."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Lin kicked out, causing even space to shatter, unable to bear his weight.

Seeing this, Jiuying was so frightened that it immediately fled backward.

Just kidding, the Qilin clan is famous throughout the prehistoric world for their kicking skills.

Mo Lin's kick was clearly driven by anger, and his physique couldn't withstand it.

"Hmph! You actually dare to run away." Mo Lin sneered, "Let's see where you can run to."

The Qilin clan is not only outstanding in kicking skills, but also in escape techniques, which are no less impressive than those of the Three-Legged Golden Crow.

Although Jiuying tried his best to escape, he was caught by Molin in just a few breaths.

bang bang bang...

Mo Lin was not a good-tempered person. He grabbed Jiu Ying and beat him up.

Although Mo Lin did not use lethal force, his punches were brutal, striking every vulnerable spot on Jiu Ying's body.

The Nine-Headed Serpent cried out in pain, "Senior, I was wrong, please stop hitting me!"

"I really didn't mean to do that."

"I had no choice but to resort to this tactic because Mo Jue wouldn't listen to advice and insisted on fighting the human race."

Upon hearing this, Mo Lin stopped his attack, looked at Jiu Ying, whose face was bruised and swollen, and who was so badly injured that even his own mother wouldn't recognize him, and asked:

"Humans?"

Are humans very strong?

"How does it compare to the Dragon and Phoenix clans?"

Upon hearing this, Jiuying knew that this ancient being had most likely been hiding in the secret realm of the Qilin clan, cultivating and never having come out into the world.

Therefore, they are unaware of what is happening in the outside world.

So he briefly explained Qin Tian's glorious achievements to Mo Lin.

After listening, Mo Lin was filled with admiration and exclaimed sincerely, "He punched a saint, made an enemy of the Dao Ancestor, and single-handedly brought the race to its peak."

"Even the First Emperor, who once dominated the world, couldn't achieve these things."

"Great Venerable Qin Tian, ​​what a true hero!"

"No wonder you disagree with making enemies of the human race."

"Your idea is right. I'll go back and persuade that kid Mo Jue to give up his unrealistic dream and accept reality."

Having said that, Mo Lin, regardless of whether Jiu Ying was willing or not, grabbed him by the collar and flew back.

Seeing Jiuying's head beaten into a pig's head, Mo Jue was very happy and cupped his hands towards Mo Lin, saying, "Thank you, Uncle, for venting this anger for your nephew."

"If it weren't for the fact that the demon race is still useful to us, I would really wish that my uncle would kill this bastard."

After speaking, Mo Jue made no attempt to conceal his murderous intent, staring straight at Jiu Ying.

But Jiuying is not one to be trifled with.

As one of the Ten Great Demon Saints of Heaven, he once had a glorious past, although he lost his spirit in the Lich War.

But he is by no means someone who can be humiliated at will.

"Haha, what a ridiculous joke!" Jiuying laughed loudly, showing no mercy to Mo Jue, and mocked, "Kill me? You little brat, are you even qualified?"

"His hair hasn't grown all the way up yet."

boom!

Upon hearing this, Mo Jue flew into a rage, slammed his hand on the stone table beside him, pointed at Jiu Ying's nose, and shouted:

"Nine Infants, what makes you so arrogant?"

"You are nothing in front of my uncle."

"Heh." Jiuying sneered, "Is that so? How about another match?"

"Let's see who's stronger and who's weaker."

As soon as he finished speaking, a divine light emanated from Jiuying, and he instantly returned to his original appearance, wearing armor and holding a battle spear, looking ready to fight at any moment.

"Nine Infants, you..."

Before Mo Jue could finish speaking, Mo Lin interrupted him, saying, "Alright, that's enough."

"Instead of wasting your energy on internal strife, you should think about how to deal with the human race."

"This is the most important thing for us right now."

After saying that, Mo Lin stared straight at Mo Jue.

Helpless, Mo Jue had no choice but to suppress his anger and said, "Uncle, I think we should take the initiative to fight."

"Humanity is strong, but its strength lies solely in Qin Tian Dazun."

"I've never heard of any other powerful beings among the human race."

"In my humble opinion, this battle should not only be fought, but fought beautifully, showcasing the might of our Demon Alliance."

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