Rebirth of Nezha in the Investiture of the Gods

"You all should already know what Yuan Futong has done; why bother asking this humble Daoist?"

Li Mingzhu let out a cold snort. Although she had yet to strike, her killing intent remained overwhelming.

"So, Fellow Daoist, does this mean you are unwilling to resolve this peacefully?"

A short man in black clothes among the seven Great Demons spoke softly, his voice eerily soft and feminine.

"Do you think you're qualified to negotiate peace with this humble Daoist? Ridiculous. All those who collude with Yuan Futong must die!"

Li Mingzhu sneered. These seven Great Demons were no better than Yuan Futong. Under the Spirit Communication Eye, the human bloodstains on their auras were fully exposed.

Seven demons who feasted on the blood of the Human Clan—how could Li Mingzhu hold back?

"You stinking Taoist, aren't you afraid of biting off more than you can chew? We are acting on the orders of Lady Nuwa herself, sent here to assist Fellow Daoist Yuan. Do you dare defy a sacred decree?"

A Great Demon shrouded in thick smoke coldly snorted. Though he held some fear toward Li Mingzhu's strength, his tone carried a sense of arrogance.

Hearing this, Li Mingzhu felt helpless. Lady Nuwa detached herself from mortal conflicts during the Divine Enthronement Cataclysm, acting as a neutral outsider, sowing pieces and shifting the board as she pleased. Now, her games had brought trouble directly to Li Mingzhu herself.

"Perhaps if you pursued righteousness and refrained from harming the Human Clan, you might have had a chance to live. But unfortunately, that's not who you are."

Li Mingzhu sneered. It was clear that the North Sea had merely been a delaying tactic. Lady Nuwa certainly knew as much, but sending these demons here meant only one thing—they were expendable pieces.

These demons, burdened with the cause-and-effect karma of their sins, had been cast aside to gamble their lives in the Cataclysm. If they succeeded, it would be fortuitous; if not, Nuwa would not bat an eye.

Just pawns on a chessboard—how it played out was of no consequence to Nuwa. Upon brief consideration, the realization clicked in Li Mingzhu's mind.

After all, anyone with insight could see that, though Wen Zhong might temporarily struggle against the North Sea, in time, North Sea City would inevitably fall, its people slaughtered.

In this Primordial World, ruled by the Human Clan, those who dared to consume humans as sustenance would inevitably face dire consequences. How could Lady Nuwa possibly tolerate these creatures sullying the Demon Clan's honor and fortune?

"Sword, come!"

Li Mingzhu gave a light shout. Instantly, the Cheng Ying Sword, still lingering in midair, appeared in her hand, remaining invisible and formless.

The seven Great Demons, witnessing her move, were momentarily baffled, their minds racing with one question: Where was the sword?

The most unexpected is always the Cheng Ying Sword!

Li Mingzhu had no intention of explaining the Cheng Ying Sword's mysteries to them. What awaited them instead were fourteen streaks of sword light. In mere moments, Li Mingzhu had already unleashed fourteen strikes.

Though the seven Great Demons were momentarily confused, they were no ordinary foes. Sensing the approach of Sword Qi, they each immediately deployed their abilities.

Hooks of silver appeared; long swords and broadswords rose to block; all manner of magic artifacts manifested, and poisonous mists were summoned to obstruct. None of it surprised Li Mingzhu. Her Spirit Communication Eye had long revealed the true forms of these demons.

Some of them were transformations of venomous creatures, others of crows—none of them decent beings.

Otherwise, they would never have dared to commit the atrocity of consuming humans as sustenance. These were no longer the Ancient Times when the Demon Clan thrived in brilliance, free to act without restraint.

The fourteen streaks of sword light from the Cheng Ying Sword blazed like rainbows. Though the demons barely managed to block the attack, their artifacts shattered completely.

How could ordinary Spiritual Treasure artifacts withstand the edge of the Cheng Ying Sword? Especially the one who used poisonous mist—his arms were slashed clean off, morphing into massive spider legs as he reverted to his spider form.

The fourteen strikes of the Cheng Ying Sword were just the beginning. Holding the Cheng Ying Sword, Li Mingzhu leapt into the air, unleashing her Physical Body Divine Domain. She plunged into the midst of the seven demons, disregarding the poisonous vapors and liquids, and began a full-on slaughter!

Twisting upward, hacking downward, sweeping left, and cleaving right—though her movements lacked discernible style, there was a violent elegance in their raw brutality.

While the attacks seemed chaotic, each strike adhered to the explosive precision of the energy manipulation methods from *Domineering*. All her strength concentrated at a single focal point with each blow.

In mere moments, the seven Great Demons had been beaten into vomiting blood. No longer willing to fight, they hastily leapt from the fray, attempting to flee.

"Where do you think you're running?!"

Li Mingzhu hurled the Qiankun Ring from her wrist. The ring spiraled outward with incredible force, descending like a cage from the heavens to trap its prey.

The seven demons tried to scatter and flee, but it was too late. With Li Mingzhu activating the Qiankun Ring, the seven were ensnared. Then, channeling the full power of the Water and Fire Origin, she reduced the seven Great Demons to ashes in an instant.

"You think I'd let you escape?"

After dealing with the seven Great Demons, Li Mingzhu intended to capture Yuan Futong. However, he had already fled when the situation turned dire.

Li Mingzhu remained unperturbed; her Cheng Ying Sword Intent was embedded in Yuan Futong. No matter where he ran, she could track him down.

First, the Marquis Mansion in North Sea must be eradicated. It was a cancerous tumor!

Descending to the ground, Li Mingzhu's Divine Thought casually swept the area, only to find no ordinary humans within the mansion. Even the maids and servants were transformed from minor demons.

Indeed, a den of filth and evil—no decent soul resided here. The entire Marquis Mansion reeked of blood, the stench unmistakable.

Previously, the extent of this corruption was unclear from above, but now, up close, the sight of Human Clan remains littered everywhere was undeniable.

This was a demon nest that feasted on the people of the North Sea!

Clearly, the so-called demons sent to the Canglan Mountain to seek enlightenment were distractions, not allies of Yuan Futong. Who knew how Wen Zhong had come up with the idea of using Treasure Division Rock to subdue demons? The true demon den was within the Marquis Mansion itself—would Treasure Division Rock dare come here?

There was no need to overthink it. Since it was all just minor demons, things were simpler—eradicate them all.

Li Mingzhu felt no hesitation or guilt in slaughtering such vile creatures. With a sweep of her Crimson Silk Scarf, an unrelenting blaze of Taiyang Fire erupted!

To purge these minor demons with the royal Taiyang Fire of the Demon Clan—such a demise gave them a degree of twisted honor. In the Ancient Times, few had ever warranted the use of Taiyang Fire by the two great Demon Emperors.

Since that day the Crimson Silk Scarf had been awakened by the light of the sun, it now possessed the power to unleash Taiyang Fire. Whether this power was inherent or obtained via an opportunity on Fusang Island remained unknown.

"Not good!"

As Li Mingzhu unleashed the Taiyang Fire, a sense of dread surged in her heart. She immediately maximized her Divine Thought, and the ominous premonition grew stronger.

"Fire Crystal Stones!" Li Mingzhu's expression turned grim as she activated every Spiritual Treasure at her disposal.

Finally, a kilometer underground beneath the Marquis Mansion, Li Mingzhu's Divine Thought detected a massive cache of Fire Crystal Stones, numbering in the hundreds of cubic meters.

Fire Crystal Stones, typically a low-grade alchemy material, were equivalent to the concentrated effort of a Primordial Spirit Cultivator burning True Fire for an entire day. What would happen if hundreds of these erupted simultaneously?

Li Mingzhu dared not imagine the scale of the explosion. Though the rules of Heaven and Earth limited strength to the Primordial Spirit realm, such constraints did not apply to external objects!

The moment her Divine Thought detected the Fire Crystal Stones, an instant chain reaction triggered their simultaneous detonation.

Whether this was a pre-arranged trap or activated by her Divine Thought was unclear.

Meanwhile, Yuan Futong, who had fled far away, sensed the explosion of the Fire Crystal Stones. His battered body finally relaxed as he stopped to heal his wounds.

"Damn brat, let's see if you survive this!"

Yuan Futong, limping, made his way into the mountains, heading for Canglan Mountain.

In an instant, the Marquis Mansion of the North Sea became a sea of flames. Deafening explosions echoed endlessly, reducing a radius of five hundred miles to scorched wasteland!

The entire North Sea City was obliterated in that moment, its existence erased. The deranged Yuan Futong had disregarded the lives of all within the city, sacrificing its inhabitants to eliminate Li Mingzhu alone!

It must be noted that North Sea City was home not only to his demon troops but also to tens of thousands of ordinary civilians. Though not a massive city, its population numbered in the hundreds of thousands!