Primordial Era: The Sun Emperor

There was complete silence in front of the Zixiao Palace.

Those powerful figures who had previously stood by indifferently or even made provocative remarks now all had solemn expressions.

They were well aware of how powerful Zhurong's true form as an ancestral witch was.

Ke Taiyi slapped Zhu Rong away with a single palm strike, as easily as driving away ants.

This level of strength has exceeded most people's expectations.

Upon seeing this, Yuanshi Tianzun, one of the Three Pure Ones, finally understood why his elder brother had stopped them from becoming enemies with Taiyi, and instead wanted to befriend him.

Even if he disliked those with fur and armor, he wouldn't dare to stand up and say that Taiyi was a hairy beast.

Lingbao Tianzun, however, watched everything with a smile, feeling only joy in his heart. A true man should be like this.

Dijiang's face was gloomy, Zhujiuyin's eyes flickered, and Gonggong clenched his fists, but ultimately did not step forward.

To gang up on someone in front of so many people just because of a verbal argument? That's really shameless.

Moreover, Taiyi has not even used the Chaos Bell yet.

Zhu Rong was filled with shame and indignation, and was about to rush forward again, but was stopped by a purple-gold figure.

The Purple Emperor had somehow appeared in the chaos, his purple-gold imperial aura flowing, and said calmly, "Zhurong, Your Majesty, please show mercy and do not make a mistake."

Zhu Rong gritted her teeth and looked at Taiyi.

Taiyi had already turned around, put his hands behind his back and looked towards Zixiao Palace, as if Zhurong was not worth a second glance.

This disregard is more humiliating than any insult.

Zhu Rong roared to the sky, his demonic fire surging, but he ultimately did not make another move.

He wasn't stupid; he could tell the difference in skill with just one strike.

Taiyi's Sun Path naturally restrains his Fire Path.

Continuing to fight will only bring shame upon ourselves.

In the chaos, Taiyi stood with his hands behind his back, his golden eyes calm.

There was complete silence in front of the Zixiao Palace.

"Heavenly Emperor, this feud is now established. We, the Ancestral Witches, will certainly come to your door to learn a thing or two in the future!" Di Jiang said calmly, then stopped his many brothers and sisters, closed his eyes to rest, and said no more.

"Oh……"

Upon hearing this, Taiyi in the sky scoffed and shook his head, clearly showing his disdain for the Ancestral Witches.

This made the ancestral witches want to attack him en masse and tear him to pieces.

Even Dijiang was startled and forcibly suppressed his anger.

He couldn't help but marvel at how terrifying Taiyi's combat power truly was.

Zhu Rong's combat power was second only to herself and her second brother among the Ancestral Witches, and she was on par with Gong Gong, making it difficult to determine a winner.

But now he was easily defeated by Taiyi.

If the other party hadn't shown mercy and refused to make a scene in front of the sage, Zhu Rong would likely have been in danger.

Taiyi coldly swept his gaze across the crowd below. Those who jumped out were none other than the Ancestral Witch and the Eastern King Duke. Now the Ancestral Witch had been taught a lesson and had regained his face.

But there was one more person, so he fixed his gaze on the Eastern King.

It is the essence of innate Yang energy, with deep roots and profound Yang energy.

It can be said that this person also has a close relationship with Taiyi.

However, this is the primordial world, and he was transformed from the origin of Pangu. He was born to control the great sun, and the ultimate yang and fire all belong to his rule.

"Duke of the East, do you dare to fight?"

Immediately, everyone turned their attention to the Eastern King.

The Eastern King's expression changed drastically. He stood in the center of the crowd, holding a dragon-headed cane, and originally possessed a certain air of authority.

But when Taiyi called him out in public, his old face turned pale and then red, and his fingers holding his cane trembled slightly.

To fight is to know that we are no match for them; not to fight is to lose face.

As the saying goes, "A shameful sword is hard to sheath." Dongwanggong had roamed the primordial world for countless eons, and had never suffered such humiliation.

But his sarcastic and mocking words to Taiyi were still echoing in everyone's ears. If he didn't dare to accept the challenge, how could he have any face to stand in the prehistoric world in the future?

"Let's fight!"

Dongwanggong gritted his teeth and stepped into the chaos.

The dragon-headed cane slammed into the void, unleashing the power of an innate spiritual treasure, and a beam of azure light shot straight into the sky.

His aura surged to its peak, unleashing the full power of a perfected Great Luo Golden Immortal.

"Taiyi, don't push your luck!"

With a furious roar, the Eastern King Duke's dragon-headed staff transformed into a giant azure dragon, baring its fangs and claws as it lunged at Taiyi.

The giant dragon was surrounded by flowing blue light, which was formed from the innate essence of Yi wood, containing the power of endless life. Even ordinary Hunyuan Golden Immortals would not dare to underestimate it.

Taiyi stood with his hands behind his back, his golden eyes calm, and a slight smile even appeared on his lips.

"this one?"

He raised his hand and casually shook it.

The sacred flames of the sun transformed into a giant golden hand, blotting out the sky and seizing the azure dragon.

The dragon roared and struggled, its Wood essence erupting wildly, but before the sacred flames of the sun, it was like snow meeting the blazing sun, instantly burned to ashes.

The dragon-headed cane revealed its true form and was captured by Taiyi.

The Eastern King was greatly alarmed and hurriedly made a hand seal to recall the magical treasure, only to find that the dragon-headed cane was as if it had been cast in iron and did not move at all.

He was terrified and was about to retreat when he saw Taiyi's figure flash and appear in front of him.

"Kneel down!"

Taiyi let out a cold shout, and the Sun Domain pressed down with all its might.

How could a Great Luo Golden Immortal possibly withstand the Dao Domain formed from the origin of the Great Dao of the Sun?

The Eastern King felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him, and his knees buckled, causing him to kneel down in the chaos.

He struggled desperately, abandoning his dragon-headed cane, and tried to stand up by bracing himself with his hands on the ground, but the oppressive force held him down firmly, preventing him from moving.

Taiyi looked down at the Eastern King Duke kneeling before him, his golden eyes devoid of sorrow or joy.

He slowly raised his hand.

Snapped--

A slap landed squarely on Dongwanggong's face, the sound crisp and clear, carrying far into the chaos.

The gods in front of Zixiao Palace all changed color. That slap wasn't just to Dongwanggong's face, but to his dignity.

A major battle is fine, but to slap someone in the face in front of everyone like this is practically a fight to the death.

The Eastern King was slapped so hard that his cheeks were swollen and blood was spilling from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were filled with humiliation and horror.

Taiyi withdrew his hand, stood with his hands behind his back, and spoke in a low but clear voice that reached the ears of everyone present:

"Who do you think you are, daring to point fingers at me?"

There was a deathly silence in front of the Zixiao Palace.

The Eastern King Duke knelt in the chaos, head bowed, without uttering a word.

He dared not look up, dared not refute, and dared not even show a resentful look in his eyes.

Because he knew that for Taiyi to kill him would be as easy as killing a chicken.

Just now, Taiyi revealed his murderous intent towards him.

Taiyi turned around, walked back to the front of Zixiao Palace with his hands behind his back, his golden eyes sweeping over the crowd, and said indifferently, "Who else?"

No one answered.

Even Zhu Rong was defeated, and the Eastern King was slapped to his knees. Who would dare to step forward?

In the chaos, Dongwanggong slowly rose, picked up his dragon-headed cane, and retreated back into the crowd with his head bowed.

He dared not look anyone in the eye, feeling as if countless gazes were pricking his back.

Taiyi stood before the gates of Zixiao Palace, hands behind his back, gazing at the sky. His golden eyes were calm as still water, as if everything that had just happened was nothing more than a trivial matter.

The might of the Heavenly Emperor was such that no one dared to challenge his might.

This domineering attitude made even the powerful figures who had previously been on good terms with him dare not approach him.

Taiyi knew that he had seriously offended the Eastern King Duke today.

But he was not afraid at all.

After the sermon ends, there is much to be done amidst the chaos.

The reason we didn't take action directly here is because this is the Zixiao Palace.

But if they were to fight and kill in front of Hongjun, it would be an insult to Hongjun's face.