The Nine Infant Demon Saint had fallen.
Fei Lian, the Demon Saint, was silent as the ultimate Emperor Armament unleashed its killing blow.
He recalled boasting in the Demon Court, calling the Human Race a mere insignificant tribe, while the Demon Court was the supreme Heavenly Court united by myriad races.
He had claimed that the Human Race's millions of years of history paled in comparison to the Demon Court's billions of years.
Yet, the Human Race today, with a single tribe, had defeated all three thousand races. Fei Lian, the Demon Saint, could only remain silent.
The words he had boasted earlier now felt like the most profound mockery.
They had served no purpose but to become a laughingstock.
The Demon Court's three thousand races had been defeated by a single, insignificant Human tribe.
In the face of such brutal reality, what else could Fei Lian, the Demon Saint, say?
He could say nothing.
And so, with a complex heart, he fell.
Fei Lian, the Demon Saint, had fallen.
Nine Infant, the Demon Saint, had fallen.
And Gui Che, the Demon Saint, had fallen long before.
The three great Demon Saints who had invaded the Human Race were all annihilated.
Of the hundred or so Demon Gods who had invaded the Human Race, over eighty were dead or injured, and were now desperately fleeing back to the Demon Court.
The demon legions, countless demon soldiers, upon seeing their Demon Saints fall and Demon Gods flee, simply disbanded on the spot, unleashing their divine abilities and fleeing madly.
And when Fang Ming and Zhu Long appeared on the battlefield,
carrying the corpse of the Kun Peng Demon Master, a corpse so colossal, tens of thousands of times larger than the Milky Way, its size almost comparable to a supercluster of galaxies—
the war between the Human Race and the Demon Race was declared over.
The Demon Race had been utterly defeated.
The Human Race, stepping on the reputations of the three great Demon Saints and the Kun Peng Demon Master,
announced the rise of the Human Race to the entire Primordial World.
And to all beings, great powers, and mighty figures of the Primordial World—it brought boundless shock!
...
In the Five Zhuang Temple.
Zhen Yuanzi, who had used his divine abilities to observe the battle between the Human Race and the Demon Race,
upon seeing the corpse of the Kun Peng Demon Master,
his face was filled with disbelief and boundless joy.
"Kun Peng Demon Master..."
"He has truly... fallen!"
"Hong Yun, my brother, your revenge has truly been avenged!"
Zhen Yuanzi, while watching the battle between the Human Race and the Demon Race, had not truly held out hope that the Human Race could kill the Kun Peng Demon Master.
In his opinion, even if the Human Race declared war on the Demon Court, they must have had some trump card, and were not declaring war blindly.
At most, they would repel the Demon Race.
The Demon Race had only deployed a third, or even close to a quarter, of their forces this time.
Repelling them was not something that no force could achieve.
The Wu Clan had done such a thing before.
Let alone repelling a quarter of the Demon Race's forces,
they had even managed to repel the entire Demon Race's forces.
The might of the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation was sufficient to achieve this.
However, repelling the entire Demon Race's forces and annihilating the entire Demon Race's forces were two entirely different levels of difficulty!
The Wu Clan and the Demon Clan had been enemies for billions of years. The legions led by the Ten Great Demon Saints had been defeated by the Wu Clan before.
But not a single Demon Saint had died on the battlefield.
Demon Saints would only be defeated, not die.
Quasi-Saints and great divine abilities were the peak existences below Saints, numbering less than sixty in the entire Primordial World.
Even early-stage Quasi-Saints, the so-called "ordinary Quasi-Saints," were great divine abilities with many life-saving methods, and would generally never die.
Let alone a veteran Quasi-Saint like Kun Peng.
To be honest, Zhen Yuanzi could only think of one way Kun Peng could die: the entire Demon Court launching a full-scale attack, engaging in a decisive battle with the Wu Clan using the Zhoutian Star Dou Formation.
Only when the Zhoutian Star Dou Formation and the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation were both exerting their full power, not retreating, and determined to annihilate the other side,
could a veteran Quasi-Saint possibly fall!
It would only happen during a decisive battle like the one at the end of the Fierce Beast Tribulation between the Fierce Beasts and the Three Clans.
Or the final battle between the Dragon Clan, Phoenix Clan, and Qilin Clan at the end of their respective tribulations.
Only such decisive battles, occurring approximately once every fifty thousand Yuanhui, or 6.4 billion years,
could lead to the fall of a veteran Quasi-Saint like Kun Peng.
Zhen Yuanzi was well aware of the concept of "extreme speed" that Kun Peng's body represented.
It was almost impossible for him to fall without encountering a tribulation.
Kun Peng's combat power might only be that of an ordinary veteran Quasi-Saint, but in terms of escape ability, he was fully comparable to the extremely powerful veteran Quasi-Saints like Di Jun and Tai Yi.
Even Tai Yi, who wielded the Eastern Emperor Bell, was not as fast as Kun Peng.
Although Zhen Yuanzi had previously hoped that the Human Race could kill Kun Peng, he truly did not have much expectation for the Human Race in his heart.
More often, he was deceiving himself, muttering that the Human Race should have a chance to kill Kun Peng.
It was merely a self-deception born from his deep hatred for Kun Peng in memory of Hong Yun.
In reality, his true thought was that the success rate of the Human Race killing Kun Peng was extremely slim, almost impossible to achieve.
Zhen Yuanzi's thoughts were actually limited to hoping that the Human Race could at least teach Kun Peng a lesson.
He never imagined that the Human Race could actually kill Kun Peng!
A veteran Quasi-Saint had died so unequivocally.
Not by being besieged, nor by encountering a tribulation.
He hadn't even died in a great battle.
It was merely that the Human Emperor, wielding an ultimate Emperor Armament, unleashed a single strike with supreme cultivation.
One strike.
With just one move!
He had annihilated the Kun Peng, the Teacher of All Demons!
What terrifying cultivation was this?
"The level of a Quasi-Saint..."
"This is the legendary, perhaps non-existent, Quasi-Saint level..."
Zhen Yuanzi connected this to Fang Ming cultivating an external path, not a native Primordial path.
He then said, "No... it is a level comparable to a Quasi-Saint!"
"Among the cultivators of the Primordial World, no one has yet cultivated to the Quasi-Saint level, yet through cultivating an external path, a young boy has already reached a level comparable to a Quasi-Saint..."
"This person can now look down upon all Quasi-Saints of the Primordial World, his combat power already surpassing that of the Eastern Emperor Tai Yi!"
"The number one beneath the Saints in the Primordial World is no longer the Eastern Emperor Tai Yi, but this Fang Ming!"
Zhen Yuanzi now believed.
He believed that the strength of the Human Race was comparable to the Wu and Yao clans, and perhaps even—slightly surpassed them!
"Eastern Emperor Tai Yi, Di Jun, the Demon Saints and Gods, and countless demon soldiers..."
"The Zhoutian Star Dou Formation they form is capable of unleashing the power of the Quasi-Saint level, or even the peak Quasi-Saint level, through the formation's might!"
"I wonder, who would win between this Human Emperor and the Zhoutian Star Dou Formation..."
In Zhen Yuanzi's view, Fang Ming's current personal combat power was already the strongest beneath the Saints.
Even the Eastern Emperor Tai Yi was inferior.
However, if the two Emperors of the Demon Court, numerous Demon Saints, Demon Gods, and a vast number of demon soldiers, were to form the Zhoutian Star Dou Formation again,
although the Demon Court did not possess true Quasi-Saint level combat power, they might be able to suppress ordinary Quasi-Saint level cultivators and approach the power of the peak Quasi-Saint realm through the might of the formation.