Primordial Era: I am the Bull Demon King, the First Demon of All Time

Chapter 89 I've come for the sake of past humiliations!

Chen Jing took the jade talisman directly from the three-legged golden crow's hand. Sensing the ancient Daoist charm, he knew in his heart that this must be the inheritance of the Chaos God and Demon Lu Ya.

But why is there only one jade talisman in this valley? "Is there anything else inside this restriction?"

Facing the three-legged golden crow, Chen Jing asked.

"Reporting to Master, there is only one jade talisman."

The three-legged golden crow spoke mechanically. Chen Jing had no doubts about the answer from the three races of golden crows. He was now a complete puppet, devoid of his own thoughts.

However, after hearing this, Chen Jing frowned slightly.

Although I obtained the inheritance of the Chaos God and Demon Lu Ya, what about the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife? It's one thing to not have the body of the Chaos God and Demon, but how come such a powerful spiritual treasure is also missing?

Chen Jing had a deep memory of the legendary Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife.

After he put the jade talisman away, Chen Jing ran around the valley again, but found nothing unusual or any other innate restrictions.

With a sigh, he prepared to leave. Although he hadn't obtained anything else, the inheritance of the Great Dao was the most precious thing among them.

The three-legged golden crow was directly stored in the small world inside the black stone bead, and then flew outward from the valley.

The valley's restrictions made it difficult to enter, but there were no obstacles to leaving. After exiting the valley, Chen Jing compared the location of the treasure chest in his mind with the location of the treasure chest and then planned to go and collect it.

They had only flown a few thousand miles when they encountered a figure flying from afar in the air.

This person was none other than Di Jun. Di Jun came down from the Heavenly Court of the Demon Clan and went directly to the place where Hou Yi shot down the sun. Then, following the aura of the last little golden crow, he chased after it.

However, when they reached a certain place, the aura seemed to vanish into thin air.

After that, he searched around the area.

They happened to run into Chen Jing, who had just come out of the valley.

You could say it was a case of enemies meeting on a narrow road.

Di Jun stood there, looking at the figure in the void in front of him. How could he not be familiar with this figure?

It was this second-generation disciple of the Daoist sect who killed many of his demon clan's capable generals, and even his trusted subordinate, the demon saint Ji Meng.

It was precisely because of him that even the demon saint Nuwa stepped in to protect him, showing no regard for her own reputation as the demon emperor.

Di Jun felt a deep-seated loathing for Chen Jing.

Not to mention, when Di Jun, who was now filled with rage, saw Chen Jing, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, which were burning with fury.

After scrutinizing Chen Jing, Di Jun said in a deep voice, "Boy, do you recognize my demon race's crown prince, Golden Crow?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Jing's heart sank, wondering if the Demon Emperor had discovered something.

However, he was not worried at all that Di Jun would be able to discover the little golden crow inside the black stone bead.

After so many years of observation, even at the Quasi-Saint realm, he still couldn't figure out what this black stone bead was.

Unless the black stone bead is placed in front of Di Jun, he might not be able to detect any clues. Otherwise, he will not be able to sense anything.

"What does your demon prince have to do with me? You've asked the wrong person."

Faced with Di Jun's question, Chen Jing curled his lip in disdain and replied coldly.

"How dare you speak to this Heavenly Emperor like that!"

Di Jun, who was already furious, was instantly enraged again upon hearing Chen Jing's words, as if adding fuel to the fire. The anger that had been suppressed in the Heavenly Court was instantly reignited.

"What kind of Heavenly Emperor is this? What does he have to do with me?"

Chen Jing retorted with another sentence.

This unparalleled demon, Tiandi, had just experienced the pain of losing his son, and was further enraged by Chen Jing's few words.

His anger was so intense that he felt like he was on fire.

He needs to teach this arrogant Taoist brat a lesson.

Even if you have a sage as your backer, so what? Is the Heavenly Emperor someone to be trifled with? With a chill in his eyes and a cruel smile on his face, the powerful aura of a quasi-sage surged forth, sweeping across the entire area.

Di Jun's face showed a twisted sense of pleasure. He wanted to let this Daoist boy know once again that he could easily crush him even without lifting a finger.

Just as Di Jun released his immense quasi-saint aura, the pleasure on his face was about to reach its peak, as if the endless rage in his heart was about to be vented at this moment.

And by the way, tell this young Taoist that in this primordial world, everything depends on strength. Without strength, trying to gain an advantage through words will only make you uncomfortable.

Just as Di Jun's powerful aura enveloped Chen Jing, Chen Jing's entire body seemed to be on the verge of climax, his face contorted, his aura chilling, and he no longer resembled a demon emperor.

Immediately afterward, the sinister smile on his face vanished, his mouth gaping open as wide as an egg, as if he had witnessed something incomprehensible.

After that terrifying aura enveloped Chen Jing, the scene he had imagined did not occur. The young man from the Daoist sect stood there, unmoved, even under the terrifying aura of the quasi-saint realm.

Seeing the change in Di Jun's expression, Chen Jing sneered again:

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Are you disappointed? You need to work even harder than me.

Di Jun could easily hear the sarcasm in Chen Jing's words. He snorted coldly and unleashed his full power once again towards Chen Jing.

Despite Di Jun's imposing aura, Chen Jing remained steadfast, his body enveloped in a faint ethereal light, without wavering.

"Haven't you eaten yet? Should I wait for you to go back and eat something before I come back?"

Chen Jing, once again gaining the upper hand, uttered a remark that Emperor Jun found utterly repulsive.

At this moment, Di Jun's face was contorted with rage, his expression so dark it seemed to drip water, and his inner anger was burning fiercely.

His mind was now filled with only one thought: to kill this vicious Taoist brat right here and now.

The pain of losing his son, coupled with Chen Jing's mockery, had made it impossible for him to remain calm.

He didn't know how that young Taoist who couldn't even withstand his aura had managed to get to where he was now in such a short time, but his anger made him too lazy to think about it.

He has only one thought in his mind right now.

That is to kill—kill—kill—since we can't go to the Witch Clan now, let this Taoist boy be buried with his sons.

Seeing that Di Jun across from him had stopped speaking and that his eyes were filled with killing intent, Chen Jing stopped talking and unleashed a powerful aura. He had cultivated diligently for tens of thousands of years and risked his life to improve his strength.

Isn't it all for the humiliation that Di Jun brought on the East Sea that day?