Chapter 121: Qianxue Battles Emperor Yi

“That arrogant and reckless scion dares to call Young Master Chen dog excrement! Were it not for the fact that you are the young lord of the demon clan, you would have been beheaded long ago!” Donggong Qianxue’s voice was icy cold, her exquisitely beautiful face now filled with a deadly seriousness.

She was a pawn in Young Master Chen’s hands and could not tolerate anyone insulting him.

“You hit me?” Di Yi covered his suddenly swollen face, stunned by Donggong Qianxue’s slap, his head buzzing.

“Well done!” the Demon Ancestor bellowed. “You brat, just wait until I’m done with you today!”

With that, he strode toward Di Yi, his chest ablaze with fury. Young Master Chen was a mighty figure from the celestial and divine realms. This reckless noble had no idea that he was inviting disaster upon the demon clan!

In fact, the Demon Ancestor was even considering killing Di Yi on the spot.

The demon clan elders were also pale with anger, itching to tear Di Yi apart with their bare hands.

“Father, you want to cripple me for this brat?” Di Yi was furious, his heart bleeding.

“Demon Ancestor, stand down! This reckless scion dared to insult Young Master Chen as dog excrement—I will not let him off lightly,” Donggong Qianxue said coldly, her enchanting figure suddenly radiating a violent aura.

The Demon Ancestor hesitated, then nodded. “Very well, Princess Qianxue, you may teach this brat a lesson. But be careful, his cultivation is about to break into the Perfect Dao Realm.”

“About to break into the Perfect Dao Realm?” Donggong Qianxue frowned slightly, her heart shocked.

Then she bit her lip. “Good. Before the final test, it wouldn’t hurt to stretch my muscles a bit.”

She had only recently advanced to the Extreme Dao Second Realm, still far beneath Di Yi’s level. But she felt no fear, for she was a pawn of Young Master Chen!

Di Yi’s pain was like a thousand arrows piercing his heart.

His own father refused to grant him the princess of the Spring-Autumn Holy Kingdom, and on top of that, was so merciless to him for the sake of a stranger named Chen.

He hated them all. His hatred burned to the heavens.

A feral roar erupted from him, eyes blazing red, his swollen face twisted into a terrifying mask.

"Damn you! You’ve forced me into this. Today, I will unleash a massacre!”

Di Yi’s bloodshot eyes widened like bull’s eyes, fixated crazily and cruelly on Donggong Qianxue.

“Ahhh—!” The mad Di Yi suddenly howled toward the sky, his long hair standing on end as a fierce aura burst from him.

In the next instant—

“Crack! Crack!”

His bones rapidly shifted and transformed, and with a sudden ‘boom,’ a pair of broad wings sprouted from his back.

In the blink of an eye, he morphed into a gigantic blood eagle.

“Wow!” The blood eagle roared, flapping its vast wings, whipping up a fierce gale. An overwhelming aura radiated from its massive form, distorting the surrounding air.

“Beast transformation?” Chen Changsheng was momentarily stunned, quietly asking the Blood Demon Ancestor, “Old Demon, can all demon clans transform like this?”

“Young Master Chen, not quite,” the Blood Demon Ancestor replied via telepathy. “The demon clan are themselves demon beasts. However, they differ from the low-level beasts living in the Spring-Autumn Holy Kingdom’s Ten Thousand Mountains. Those are low-level demon beasts, whereas the Demon Ancestor is a high-level demon beast.

High-level demon beasts possess intelligence equal to humans and can take human form. Low-level beasts show some human traits, like speech, but can never fully humanize.

Thus, the blood eagle is this reckless scion’s true form. He merely appears human.”

“I see.” Chen Changsheng understood, but a strange feeling stirred within him. The Holy Empress, the Demon Ancestor, and all the demons of his clan were demon beasts at their core, not humans.

“The princess of the Spring-Autumn Holy Kingdom dares to lecture me, the young lord? What right does she have?” Di Yi roared, flapping his wings and diving rapidly from the sky toward Donggong Qianxue.

“Princess Qianxue, watch out!” Di Shitian’s expression darkened as he urgently warned her.

The demon clan elders’ hearts skipped a beat, their faces tense. Donggong Qianxue was Young Master Chen’s pawn—if anything happened to her, the entire demon clan would suffer Chen’s wrath.

“Rest assured, Demon Ancestor,” Donggong Qianxue stood proudly, looking up at the diving Di Yi. Her robes fluttered wildly in the fierce wind.

“Lii—”

She suddenly emitted a piercing cry, instantly transforming into a seven-colored divine phoenix. Radiant beams of seven-colored light shot skyward, dazzling to the point of blinding.

“Ah! Seven-seven-seven… the Seven-Colored Divine Phoenix! Princess Qianxue is a Seven-Colored Divine Phoenix?!”

Di Shitian and the demon clan elders trembled violently, their jaws nearly shattering on the ground.

“Demon Ancestor, elders, it’s true. Within Xue’er’s body flows an exceptionally pure divine phoenix bloodline,” Donggong Fu boasted openly, unable to hide his pride as he smiled at Di Shitian and the others. “Moreover, it was Young Master Chen who awakened Xue’er’s divine phoenix bloodline.

It’s incredible—if not for Young Master Chen’s hotpot, we might never have known Xue’er possessed the divine phoenix lineage.”

“A hotpot awakened the princess’s divine phoenix bloodline?” Di Shitian and the elders were shaken to their core.

What kind of immortal hotpot was this?

The more they learned about Young Master Chen, the more terrifying he seemed.

Di Shitian and the Demon Ancestor elders glanced at Chen Changsheng with complex emotions, suddenly feeling like insignificant ants before him.

In midair, Di Yi paused his dive, stunned by Donggong Qianxue’s sudden transformation into the seven-colored phoenix.

“Damn! That shameless woman—she’s actually a Seven-Colored Divine Phoenix,” Di Yi thought in shock.

“Whoosh…”

At that moment, Donggong Qianxue soared upward with incredible speed. A roaring inferno rose from below, a sea of flames rapidly surging toward Di Yi, as if intent on reducing heaven and earth to ashes.

“Bastard!” Di Yi panicked, the searing heat washing over him like a wave of destruction. He barely escaped, veering sharply to the side.

“Lii—”

Amid the piercing cries, Donggong Qianxue streaked through the firestorm, rushing at Di Yi with dazzling brilliance. Her seven-colored phoenix form shone like a radiant sun.

“Shu-shu-shu…”

Countless seven-colored phoenix feathers shot at Di Yi, dense enough to suffocate. Each feather contained terrifying power.

Clearly, Di Yi’s insult to Chen Changsheng as dog excrement had ignited her fury.