The Saint Heir of the Demon Clan truly regrets his actions, but now, it's too late to say anything.

Sun Wukong glanced at the Fourth Crown Prince of the Yao Race and said bluntly, "What? My brother's matter, are you sure you want to get involved?"

Being intimidated by Sun Wukong in this way, the Fourth Crown Prince of the Yao Race immediately felt as though he was being watched by a venomous snake. This feeling really made him uncomfortable. However, he could also sense that Sun Wukong's momentum was overwhelming, making him feel vaguely inferior. It was precisely because of this feeling that the Fourth Crown Prince of the Yao Race suppressed his anger. He knew very well that with Sun Wukong interfering, if he got involved, he would suffer greatly.

If it were only Xuanyuan Wuqing, he would give the Saint Heir face and fight Xuanyuan Wuqing, which would be considered lending a helping hand.

But with Sun Wukong added to the mix, he'd have to weigh the options carefully.

Seeing that the Fourth Crown Prince of the Yao Race couldn't say anything, Sun Wukong didn't pay him much attention but instead turned his gaze to the Saint Heir of the Demon Clan, grinned, and said, "Hehe, since you won't hand over the Evil Demon Fire, I'll take it myself. Tangyu, should we kill or skin this Demon Clan?"

"Kill then skin," Tangyu said.

"Hehe, that's exactly what I was thinking, so let's happily decide on that," Sun Wukong grinned and nodded.

While the two were discussing this, the Saint Heir of the Demon Clan's mouth twitched hard. Did they not ask for his opinion? Damn it, damn it, they completely ignored him, treating him like an easy target? No, definitely not.

"You are truly inconsiderate, looking for death, truly looking for death. I must have you die, have you die," the Saint Heir of the Demon Clan roared furiously.

But Tangyu naturally wouldn't care about such statements, his face full of casual disdain, and said, "Want us dead? Hehe, unfortunately, you don't have that power. Speaking of death, you should be more concerned about yourself. Take action!"

With Sun Wukong's addition, Tangyu's confidence boomed. The Pangu Axe was unleashed with full force, and its devastating might was mighty and oppressive. Sun Wukong also made a strong move; with his realm having improved by two levels, Sun Wukong's power was undeniably formidable. A sky-shattering strike smashed down, revealing the Might of the Destructive Great Path. Moreover, this might was even stronger than Tangyu's Pangu Nine Axes. The two combined forces and attacked, overwhelming and terrifying.

The Saint Heir of the Demon Clan finally sensed a hint of crisis, but at this point, there was nowhere to retreat, and he could only grit his teeth and fight with all his might.

Boom——

The terrifying force slammed directly onto the Saint Heir of the Demon Clan, knocking him back and hitting the ground hard, creating a deep pit. He spat blood heavily, his complexion became extremely grim. There were also several marks left on his Demon Armor.

"Humph, the Saint Heir of the Demon Clan, weren't you boasting just a moment ago? Now what? You think we can't really kill you?" Tangyu continued to taunt the Saint Heir of the Demon Clan.

The Saint Heir of the Demon Clan looked grim and said, "Killing me is not so easy; do you think this is enough to kill me? Humph, with your abilities, you can't kill me, you can't kill me."

"Take another strike from Old Sun!" Sun Wukong said without a second thought, and again, a sky-shattering strike smashed down, with an aura capable of breaking the heavens.

Boom!!!

The Saint Heir of the Demon Clan was once again knocked flying, but his defensive capabilities were really strong, and even this couldn't severely injure him, only made him spit some blood. Killing him was indeed not an easy task.

"My entire Demon Body may not be a Divine Demon Body, but I have Demon Armor for protection and many other means at my disposal. You dream of killing me." The Saint Heir of the Demon Clan raved crazily.

Tangyu sneered, "Whether you can be killed is not for you to decide. If two strikes won't do it, then how about twenty strikes? If twenty strikes won't do it, then a hundred strikes. I want to see how tough your life can be."

Tangyu and Sun Wukong attacked again and again, striking with heart-stopping force, unbearable to watch directly. At this moment, the Saint Heir of the Demon Clan was utterly ravaged, in a pitiful state. But really, they couldn't kill him, only make him embarrassed time and time again.

Sun Wukong was so anxious that he scratched his head, "Why is this demon so hard to kill? I feel like even someone of the Seeking Immortal Realm would be killed by us, but why can't we kill him?"

Tangyu was also frustrated about this; he and Sun Wukong had attacked over twenty times, yet still couldn't kill the Saint Heir of the Demon Clan, and the Saint Heir's condition hadn't weakened much. In other words, even with another twenty strikes, they wouldn't be able to kill the Saint Heir of the Demon Clan.

Xuanyuan Wuqing also shook his head and said, "Tangyu, Sun Wukong, don't waste your energy; you can't kill him. The Demon Clan is known for their defense skills, and he has Demon Armor bestowed by his father, the Demon Lord, which has the Power of the Demon Lord infused. Trying to destroy the Demon Armor and kill him is extremely difficult. Even a skilled person of the Seeking Immortal Realm might find it hard to accomplish this task."

Upon hearing Xuanyuan Wuqing's explanation, Tangyu finally understood. It was due to the injection of the Power of the Demon Lord that the defense was so formidable, making it impossible to inflict any damage. Killing a young king-level combatant was indeed exceedingly difficult.

But would Tangyu stop? That was naturally impossible. He had been waiting for a chance, and now was the moment he had been waiting for.

Tangyu struck again, and Sun Wukong followed suit. If Tangyu wanted to fight, then fight he did. Only when Tangyu said to stop would he relent. Seeing these two still intent on continuing the kill, the Saint Heir of the Demon Clan could only curse angrily in his heart, "Useless, useless, you can't kill me, can't kill me."

A wicked smile curled the corners of Tangyu's mouth, and a sly glint appeared. Upon seeing Tangyu's smile, an ominous feeling swiftly emerged in the heart of the Demon Clan's Saint Heir.

Suddenly, the Fractured Mansion Ruler appeared in Tangyu's hand, directly slamming into the body of the Demon Clan's Saint Heir. First, Tangyu's attack was abrupt and incredibly fast. Second, the Demon Clan's Saint Heir was overly confident and had not anticipated that Tangyu would have such a move. Thus, he was directly struck by the Fractured Mansion Ruler.

"Hmm?" Upon being hit by the Fractured Mansion Ruler, the Demon Clan's Saint Heir's brows instantly furrowed deeply, as he immediately sensed a strange and unstoppable force flooding into his body, pervasive and all-encompassing. It rapidly spread throughout his body, then surged into his soul, penetrated his consciousness, and finally, like a flood tide, rushed into the Zifu, acting like a series of sharp swords, wildly ravaging within the Zifu, attempting to destroy it.

"Not good, danger, how could this happen?"

Soon enough, the Demon Clan's Saint Heir sensed the breath of death, feeling that his Zifu was about to shatter. Once the Zifu was broken, not even an Immortal could save him. What terrified him the most was that he simply had no way to expel or block this force.

"No, no, no—"

The face of the Demon Clan's Saint Heir was full of terror as he felt his Zifu breaking apart bit by bit, his life force rapidly draining away. He knew he was about to die, really about to die, and even his father couldn't save him.

His face contorted, his eyes filled with fear, unwillingness, regret, but it was all too late.

"What's going on?" Xuanyuan Wuqing and the other two were also looking at the Demon Clan's Saint Heir in shock, unable to understand what was happening, and how he suddenly was full of terror, seemingly on the brink of death?

How could this happen?

After struggling for less than three moments, the Demon Clan's Saint Heir's Zifu completely shattered, and naturally, he died, collapsing onto the ground, becoming a lifeless corpse.

"Dead?" Xuanyuan Wuqing and the other two were also stunned, looking at the corpse of the Demon Clan's Saint Heir in astonishment, unable to comprehend how he had suddenly died. The three then carefully recalled the previous situation, only to realize that the treasure Tangyu pulled out at the end was related, causing them to immediately understand that the death of the Demon Clan's Saint Heir was linked to Tangyu's treasure.

"What a formidable treasure, such a terrifying treasure, to be able to directly kill the Demon Clan's Saint Heir. So, if we were hit by it, we would die too?" The three of them suddenly had this thought in their minds, and their gazes towards Tangyu also changed somewhat.

Xuanyuan Wuqing was mostly just surprised, for his relationship with Tangyu was not bad, and he didn't need to guard against Tangyu. However, Qin Zhanfeng and the fourth prince of the Yao Race didn't look so well, and they both became wary of Tangyu.

Looking at the Demon Clan's Saint Heir's corpse, Tangyu smirked, "Don't be too arrogant or overly confident. Who said I couldn't kill you? Hmph, your death is your own doing, you brought it upon yourself."

After speaking, Tangyu retracted his gaze and looked at the fourth prince of the Yao Race. His gaze caused the fourth prince's expression to turn ice-cold as he stared intently at Tangyu, "What? Do you still intend to act against me?"

Tangyu smirked, "Congratulations, you've guessed right. It seems you're not stupid. You were clamoring to kill me, and now I want to kill you. What's wrong with that? Besides, you're from the Yao Race, and I'm from the Human Clan. Killing you is quite normal. Killing you would be a great achievement. The Demon Clan's Saint Heir is dead, so you should die too. With both of you dead, your three clans are defeated in this battle. Why wouldn't I want such great war achievements?"

"Haha, that's right. Now, with the four of us against you, fourth prince, you have no escape. Qin Zhanfeng, now is not the time to settle personal grievances, but to consider the bigger picture. In this battle, the four of us join forces to kill the fourth prince. If you truly don't want to fight, just stand aside and watch, but don't cause any trouble." Xuanyuan Wuqing also laughed aloud, naturally willing to see such a situation.

The Demon Clan's Saint Heir was already dead. If the fourth prince were also killed, then the battle would indeed be lost for the three clans. With these two determined to win, it was as if the great generals of the three clans were dead, leaving a headless army that was useless in battle.

Just like on the Human Clan's side, with Xuanyuan Wuqing and Qin Zhanfeng as the leaders, they were the spiritual commanders, the swords at critical moments. Of course, now they had to include Tangyu and Sun Wukong. With Tangyu and Sun Wukong's strong rise, the advantage on the Human Clan's side had become increasingly apparent.

This was a great opportunity not to be missed.

Qin Zhanfeng said, "Xuanyuan Wuqing, what do you mean by that? In this battle, I'll naturally go without hesitation."

The four of them, including Tangyu, immediately surrounded the fourth prince of the Yao Race. The face of the fourth prince turned extremely unsightly and pale. Never mind facing the four of them, even just Tangyu and Sun Wukong were likely enough to kill him, let alone adding Xuanyuan Wuqing and Qin Zhanfeng. With four against one, he was destined to die today. The Demon Clan's Saint Heir was already dead, and he didn't want to follow in his footsteps. The crisis also drove him into a desperate situation.

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