Chapter 70: Great Sorrow Without Words, Great Anger Without Sound

  Dong Huang saw Zhou Cheng facing him again, the Pangu sword in his hand emitting a burst of murderous aura, stirring up his own heart, and he was also somewhat annoyed at himself for repeatedly provoking Zhou Cheng.

  Dong Huang is a man, although he has a domineering attitude, but he's not someone who doesn't know what's good or bad. It's just that deep down in his heart, he has strong dissatisfaction and resentment, which makes him dislike people like Zhou Cheng, and at the slightest disagreement, he will retort with sharp words.

  He was the supreme emperor of that day, ruling over millions of demon tribes, with a reputation that surpassed all others in the vast expanse. After multiple battles between witches and demons, the division of heaven and earth only made his name even more resplendent, making him a truly prominent figure in the vast expanse. From birth, he had obtained the pre-heavenly spiritual treasure, the Eastern Emperor's Bell, which made all living beings envious. After the opening of the Hongmeng, he quickly caught up and became a disciple under Hongjun, and could be considered a high-ranking saint. Until he became the supreme emperor of the vast expanse, the demon emperor of heaven, wasn't it all smooth sailing? Although there were battles, he never lost face or momentum.

  But seeing others become saints one by one, how can he not resent? How can he not hate? How can he not be anxious? The Three Pure Ones and others have the legacy of opening up heaven, becoming a saint is inevitable; Nüwa creating humans to become saints is also blameless; the two from the Western Heaven, under the heavenly numbers, enjoying the merits of establishing teachings and becoming saints, he has nothing to say. Only this Zhou Cheng, he is someone who looks utterly displeasing to him. With no background, no merit, and no real power, how can he surpass others and achieve the Mixed Yuan? Zhou Cheng seems to have become his heart demon, the object of his jealousy, the outlet for his venting.

  "Heaven, the Way of Heaven is still cutting down all things like a dog, how can you control it like an ant?" Although Dong Huang dared to scold Zhou Cheng, it didn't mean he wasn't afraid of Zhou Cheng, let alone this time when Zhou Cheng was holding a heavy treasure and was about to take action.

  Some people are so afraid that they become even more arrogant and scold others fiercely.

  "Dong Huang Ta Yi, this time the witch and demon's hundred years of slaughter, directly or indirectly killed by your hands, I'm afraid it's not less than tens of millions. I don't want you to compensate." Zhou Cheng's tone was calm as he walked closer to the demon tribe's camp, "Any compensation is useless, nor do I have any excessive demands..." Zhou Cheng stopped moving, but Nüwa had already blocked his way in front.

  "Elder brother, the Eastern Emperor also considered the demon tribe, and the struggle between races is not a great mistake. Moreover, since the Heavenly Way has already been established, do not act rashly!!!" Nuwa said with urgent words.

  "Fourth junior brother, think thrice! Master Hongjun has passed on to the Heavenly Path, do not act rashly!" Tongtian knew that as one of the Three Pure Ones, although Dong Huang had committed countless evils and deserved to die ten thousand times over for the sake of humanity, even he did not want to take his life. However, due to the heavenly karma and retribution, no matter what reasons there were, Dong Huang should not have died in this place.

  "Dignity of humanity, I won't retrieve it, who can retrieve it." Zhou Cheng's eyes were firm, and he continued to move forward.

  As Zhou Cheng stepped forward, his figure gradually became blurred. Although he stumbled a bit, he seemed to be there one moment and gone the next. With a final flash of movement, he passed directly through Nüwa and appeared before the demon tribe in an instant.

  Nüwa and Tongtian were both shocked, exchanging a glance, seeing the astonishment in each other's eyes. To outsiders, it seemed that Zhou Cheng simply passed by Nüwa. However, only these two saints could sense the terror of his power. The saint's body was somehow transmitted through, not teleporting, nor tearing through space, but with an obscure sign of merging with the great Tao. A saint's body is a vessel for the great Tao, and Hongjun can merge with the heavenly Tao. Zhou Cheng, although seemingly struggling, could still pass through the vessel of the great Tao. This power, steady and surpassing other saints. With this power, combined with the unnamed treasure in his hand, Nüwa and Tongtian even had a mistaken impression that Hongjun, who merged with the heavenly Tao, might be wrong, and that the one who should merge with the heavenly Tao was probably Zhou Cheng before them.

  This move looks effortless, but only Zhou Cheng himself knows how difficult it is. Although he managed to break through the Saint Body, it was still a struggle, just enough to establish his authority. The Hong Jun realm can only be truly glimpsed by him after obtaining all the Heaven-Opening artifacts.

  In my past life, I once heard someone jokingly say that Hong Jun's lectures on the Dao were attracting disciples, but there was a risk of raising a tiger and suffering from it. This time, Zhou Cheng seems to think that this is just nonsense. Not counting myself, among all the saints, only Hong Jun truly became a saint through his own abilities. Hong Jun is indeed the greatest talent in the world, relying neither on merit nor inheritance, but solely on a fragment of the heavenly law instrument, laughing at the universe, and first achieving the title of Hunyuan Saint with the creation of Yu Piao. As for those half-baked saints under his door, I estimate that they are temporarily tied together, but in front of Hong Jun, who has merged with the Heavenly Dao, they are just a piece of tofu.

  "You demons, why fight for something that's not even yours to begin with? As Zhenyuanzi said, your fate was originally tied to the Wu tribe. But you listened to Nüwa's words and brought about your own downfall by trying to harm the human tribe. Aren't you just seeking your own destruction?"

  Zhou Cheng walked slowly, as if taking a stroll, speaking one sentence per step. The demons opposite him didn't dare move.

  "I'm going to commit an act of defiance against heaven, so I'll tell you openly - I'm not afraid. The Wu and Yao tribes are destined for a final showdown, with only two outcomes possible. Originally, the number of the great way was fifty, with forty-nine heavenly paths remaining, leaving one thread of life. Today, I will destroy all fifty numbers, letting your demon tribe await its destruction."

  "Big Brother!!!!!!..." Nuwa could no longer maintain her saintly demeanor and shouted, "Don't be impulsive."

  "Nüwa, I already understand your intention, don't lose the dignity of a saint. My mind is made up, don't try to stop me. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless, just because you instructed the demon tribe to act, and we can settle accounts with each other."

  "Fourth Young Master, why don't we call out the other saints and discuss what to do next?" Tongtian furrowed his brow and also stepped forward to persuade him. The Fourth Young Master's mind was already made up, and whoever tried to stop him would likely be met with a sword in an instant.

  "The rest of the saints? Of course, they will be summoned, after I've cleaned up these demonic tribes, I'll personally go invite them." Zhou Cheng took a few more steps forward.

  As Zhou Cheng drew closer, the demonic tribe was unable to move, yet they were shocked to the point of falling backwards. The Pangu sword, deliberately guided, emitted an increasingly strong killing intent that shot straight into the deepest part of their hearts, inducing the most feared existence in the depths of their souls - extinction. Some of the demons at the front, including those below the level of a demon god, instantly revealed their true forms and died on the spot. Even the group of demon gods was trembling all over, with their hair standing on end, and even Bi Fang's face was twitching, his legs shaking like a sieve. Emperor Jun and Dong Huang were somewhat more resistant due to their higher cultivation levels, but they did not die. However, it was actually these two who truly felt the depth of that death.

  "You, you, don't come over. Fourth Brother, please don't come any closer..." Dong Huang pressed his lips tightly together, while Emperor Jun beside him could no longer maintain even a shred of the Heavenly Emperor's dignity, and actually spoke out in pleading tones.

  "In the grand scheme of things, living beings have good and evil, life and death, struggle and slaughter, all are normal, nothing more. However, when humanity was first born, was it to provide your demonic tribe with a sacrifice for the Kill Witch Sword? Was it to let you slaughter and toy with them? Was it to transfer their fate to you? Or was it to become that clown-like tribe, serving as your slaves and playthings? Hehe... Ahahahaha..." Zhou Cheng slowly stopped, slightly raised the Pangu Sword, and revealed a rare smile.

  "Brother, we were wrong, wrong, and won't dare again. I swear it's true. Emperor Huang, please speak quickly, quickly..." Di Jun desperately knelt down, reaching back to grab Emperor Huang's leg, and Emperor Huang could no longer hold on, so he also knelt down.

  "Master, if Master Brother can let it go this time, I will never dare to do it again." In the face of impending doom and hatred, Dong Huang could only choose to compromise.

  "You and the others are wrongly accused of being demons, yet in the face of life and death, you are so unscrupulous... The demon tribe has a demon god named Fei Yi, whose true body is a six-legged, four-winged giant snake. Before he could even finish his curse, a green light flashed on his body, and he turned to dust and scattered on the ground."

  "Is death so near? Is it so desperate? Is it so helpless? Murderers, people will always kill you, it's time to send you on your way."

  Zhou Cheng slightly raised the Pangu Sword and with a burst of energy, he made a slash towards the crowd of demons...

  It's still the same old story, although this book has a very poor click-through rate and is relegated to a corner of the recommended list, with weekly clicks barely scraping fifth place. It can be said that it's basically been abandoned. But I absolutely will not give up, even if worst comes to worst and the little fish gets hung out to dry, I'll grit my teeth and leave behind an outline, find someone to ghostwrite for me.

  By the way: "being unpopular" refers to being unwelcome, having few likes and recommendations, it's absolutely not about being castrated.