Primordial Era: I am the First Green Ox, the Senior Brother of the Three Religions

Dust filled the air, and gravel flew everywhere.

When Di Jun saw this scene, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"Second brother!!"

Di Jun, acting like a madman, disregarded his own injuries and transformed into a golden rainbow, rushing to the edge of the abyss and pulling Donghuang Taiyi out of the deep pit.

At this moment, where was the supreme majesty of a sage in Taiyi?

The imperial jade crown on his head had long since crumbled into dust, half of his cheek was swollen high, most of his teeth were missing, and the golden crow feathers on his body had been plucked out sparsely, revealing charred flesh.

He lay in Di Jun's arms, spitting out mouthfuls of blood, his eyes fixed on the sky, filled with fear and confusion.

Niu Ben, carrying the Chaos Bell, took a step and appeared directly above the heads of the two demon saints.

He looked down at the two broken golden crows, his face as cold as a knife.

"Weren't you being pretty arrogant just now?"

"Isn't the plan to re-establish the Demon Court and govern the primordial demon veins?"

"Come on, show me how to do it horizontally again."

As Niu Ben spoke, he raised his right foot, as if to stomp down on the two brothers.

Before the foot even landed, the ground in the northern part of the prehistoric world had already begun to sink on a large scale.

Di Jun felt as if the weight of the entire world was pressing down on his spine, causing his joints to make a grinding sound that made his teeth ache.

"Fellow Daoist Niu Ben! Wait a minute!!"

Di Jun gritted his teeth, braced himself with his hands on the ground, and used all his holy power to withstand the immense pressure.

At this moment, he cast aside all notions of the dignity of a demon emperor and the grand ambitions of ancient times.

He was really scared!

The murderous intent emanating from Niu Ben wasn't just a bluff; he genuinely intended to crush the two brothers to death right there!

"What happened today was due to the recklessness of our demon race!"

Di Jun kept his head down, his voice hoarse as if he were rubbing sandpaper.

"My demon race... admits defeat!"

These words, spoken by the Demon Emperor, signify the complete shattering of the last vestiges of pride of the ancient demon race.

The countless demon kings and demon saints hiding on the demon realm's war chariots turned ashen-faced upon hearing these words, and some even collapsed onto the deck on the spot.

Two sages were in charge, holding the most precious treasures created since the beginning of time, yet they ended up begging for mercy on the spot!

However, Niu Ben did not put his raised foot down.

His gaze fell on Donghuang Taiyi, who was panting heavily, and his tone was icy and chilling.

"You've given up, but the bird hasn't even spoken yet."

"Wasn't it him who was so arrogant up in the sky just now, saying he wanted to appoint my father as Grand Marshal?"

Donghuang Taiyi lay on the edge of the deep pit, trembling all over.

He looked at Niu Ben's indifferent face, his anger surging like a raging storm, but seeing the huge footprint hanging above his head, all the harsh words stuck in his throat.

After becoming a saint, he thought he was immortal and could live as long as heaven and earth.

But in front of Niu Ben, he truly felt the shadow of death.

That ultimate power that can completely grind down the Primordial Dao Fruit along with the True Spirit Imprint is something that the Heavenly Dao can never protect!

"What? Are you mute?"

A cold glint appeared on Niu Ben's lips.

The next moment, his figure suddenly disappeared from mid-air.

Snapped! !

A crisp, clear slap landed hard on Donghuang Taiyi's other intact face!

The slap was extremely powerful, sending Donghuang Taiyi tumbling over a dozen times on the spot, his head nearly snapped off.

"This is a slap for your disrespect towards your elders and for speaking rudely to my father."

Niu Ben moved like a ghost, catching up in one step.

Snapped! !

He slapped her hard across the face again!

Taiyi spat out his last few teeth mixed with golden holy blood, his face swollen like a rotten watermelon.

"This time, I'm telling you, you used that broken stone from another world to become a saint, and now you dare to act like a big shot in the Hundred Thousand Mountains."

Niu Ben raised his hand and grabbed Taiyi by the back of the neck, lifting him up like a dead duck.

Taiyi struggled desperately, the remaining true fire of the sun burning wildly around his body, but it was extinguished instantly like a match flame in front of the layer of dark chaotic energy in Niu Ben's palm.

"Back then, during the great calamity of the Lich King, I spared your demon race a way out, letting you linger in the demon realm to eke out a living."

Niu Ben leaned close to Taiyi's ear, his voice low but sharp as a knife.

"During the war in the Demon Realm, I gave you a Saint Crystal for the sake of the overall situation in the Primordial World, so that you would have the power to protect yourselves."

"What I give you is what you truly own."

"If I don't give it to you, and you try to snatch it, you're asking for death, understand?"

Taiyi's pupils dilated violently, and his breathing became extremely weak.

Faced with absolute power suppression, his soul and Dao heart were crumbling and collapsing in large swathes.

"I understand... I get it..."

Taiyi used the last bit of strength he had left to squeeze out these words from his broken mouth.

He lowered his proud, noble head that had stood proudly for countless eons.

Niu Ba stood on the hilltop behind him, feeling relaxed all over, and started shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Great! That was so damn satisfying!"

"Son, pluck all the feathers from this flat-feathered bird and save them to knit a feather cloak for your mother!"

The cow mother playfully pinched the bull bull from the side, but her face was flushed with joy, and she felt extremely happy.

This is my son!

A dignified demon saint, wielding a supreme treasure from the creation of the world, was kneaded like a lump of dough by his own son!

In mid-air, Di Jun looked at Taiyi, who had been tortured beyond recognition, and his heart bled.

But he dared not move, and he didn't even dare to say a word of pleading too harshly.

He knew that if he made any further moves, the two saints of the demon race would be completely wiped out here today!

"Fellow Daoist Niu Ben..."

Di Jun knelt in the void, his forehead pressed deeply against the ruined ground.

"We two know we were wrong. The demon race is willing to offer half of the demon realm's rare and precious materials and three top-grade innate spiritual treasures, only begging you to spare Taiyi's life!"

The mighty Demon Emperor kneels before Niu Ben to admit his mistake!

The entire primordial wilderness was completely silent.

The Western Paradise, where Jieyin and Zhunti were, sent chills down their spines.

Zhunti wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and swallowed hard, still feeling a lingering fear.

"Ruthless, so ruthless..."

"Senior brother, thankfully we didn't completely offend this devil back then, otherwise we'd be the ones getting slapped on the ground today!"

The guide nodded silently, clasped his hands together, and chanted scriptures at lightning speed, afraid of attracting Niu Ben's attention.

At the edge of Jin'ao Island, the Tongtian Sect Leader was beaming with joy, twirling the Qingping Sword between his fingers.

"Excellent! This is the kind of presence my senior disciple of the Xuanmen sect should have!"

The Supreme Sage slowly closed his eyes and shook his head slightly.

The lesson has been learned enough. If Taiyi and Dijun had been killed on the spot, the destiny of the primordial world would have been severely disrupted.

Just as Niu Ben was weighing whether to crush Taiyi to death or cripple his cultivation and throw him back into the demon realm.