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It goes without saying who is stronger or weaker!

Below, the humans clearly saw that this powerful human made Taiyi lower his head with just a glance.

So, just how strong was Ying Zheng?

It should be noted that Taiyi, who possesses the Eastern Emperor Bell, is known as "the number one person below all the sages of the Primordial Chaos," and his combat power is unparalleled in the world.

Even if it were to face a true Primordial Saint, it would probably dare to fight, although the result would inevitably be suppression.

But this is enough to illustrate how terrifying Donghuang Taiyi is.

Could it be that Ying Zheng was actually a being comparable to a sage?

Upon realizing this, everyone's faces showed shock!

Just then, Donghuang Taiyi finally realized what was happening.

Earlier, he had felt a sudden, unannounced unease, fearing that he might die without a burial place in the next instant.

Therefore, he didn't even have time to think, which is why he dared not look Ying Zheng in the eye.

At this moment, he realized that this was tantamount to bowing down to Ying Zheng.

"I want to see what abilities you have that dare to insult my noble demon race?"

Overwhelmed with shame and indignation, Taiyi made his move, swinging the Eastern Emperor Bell in his hand and fiercely attacking Ying Zheng.

"You beast, you're asking for death!"

Upon seeing this, Ying Zheng roared angrily.

At the same time, a thought flashed through his mind, and a terrifying aura, vast and boundless like a boundless ocean, gradually rose up.

He no longer held back and attacked with all his might, striking Donghuang Taiyi with a single sword strike.

With a single sword strike, earth, water, wind, and fire were unleashed, and the world was plunged back into chaos.

"Good timing!"

A cruel, bloodthirsty light appeared on Donghuang Taiyi's face. The Donghuang Bell in his hand suddenly grew larger. He swung the giant bell and smashed it towards Ying Zheng, using his strength to break all laws.

Wherever the giant bell passed, the space shattered layer by layer, revealing a pitch-black expanse behind it, a sight that sent chills down one's spine.

As the Eastern Emperor Bell and the Heavenly Question Sword were about to collide, the powerful beings of heaven and earth watched this scene intently.

They all wanted to know who was stronger between the two.

"If you want to fight, go fight in the chaos!"

Just then, a figure appeared silently, reached out and touched the ground, and the power of Donghuang Taiyi and Ying Zheng's attack vanished as if they had never existed.

The newcomer had white hair and eyebrows, wore a gray Taoist robe, and leaned on a cane, resembling an ordinary human elder.

However, Donghuang Taiyi and Ying Zheng, who were present, did not dare to underestimate Yu He.

It was none other than the Supreme Saint of Taiqing, the head of the Three Pure Ones.

"The Primordial Continent cannot tolerate Quasi-Saint Realm experts making a move; let's fight in the Chaos!"

After stopping the two, the Sage Taiqing spoke calmly.

In reality, he came to take sides.

Ying Zheng and Donghuang Taiyi were both powerful cultivators at the Great Perfection of the Great Luo Daojun realm, commonly known as Quasi-Saints.

The two were of similar cultivation levels, but Donghuang Taiyi's magic weapon, the Donghuang Bell, was superior to Ying Zheng's Tianwen Sword.

If they were to actually fight, Ying Zheng might not be his match.

"Ying Zheng of the Human Race greets the Sage! May the Sage enjoy boundless blessings and peace!"

Ying Zheng sheathed the Tianwen Sword and bowed to Taiqing.

"Taiyi greets the Sage!"

Upon seeing the appearance of the sage, even though Donghuang Taiyi harbored deep resentment, he had no choice but to put away the Donghuang Bell and pay his respects.

"If you're not going to fight, then step back!"

Seeing that both of them had stopped fighting and that a fight was not going to break out, Taiqing said calmly.

The implication, of course, is that Donghuang Taiyi should get lost.

"Don't go too far. I respect your profound cultivation level and call you a saint. You are just lucky, but that is absolutely no excuse for interfering in the affairs of my demon race!"

Upon hearing this, Donghuang Taiyi glared angrily, grabbed the Donghuang Bell, and shouted at Taiqing.

It's all too painful to talk about; we were all listening to the Dao at Zixiao Palace.

Why should you, the Three Pure Ones, be able to obtain the Primordial Purple Qi and become a saint?

My two demon emperors didn't get a single hair.

This hatred had been buried in Donghuang Taiyi's heart for a long time.

Now, enraged and ashamed, he no longer cared about anything and vented his anger all at once.

"presumptuous!"

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