Yun Jin couldn't even be bothered to listen to that kind of crap. She lifted her hand and slashed out another sword strike.
The Netherfire Phoenix struggled to block it, panic setting in. If this went on any longer, all the spiritual energy it'd just gathered after emerging would be completely drained!
"You idiot! You idiot! Make this woman stop!" the Netherfire Phoenix shrieked in despair.
There was a binding rule on him. That rule forced him to fulfill one wish for his summoner. Once the wish was granted, he'd be free, and their bond would end.
But if the summoner didn't make a wish or he failed to complete one, he was forced to protect the summoner unconditionally for seven days. After that, he'd still gain his freedom.
Now Yun Jin was trying to kill Yang Yun, and he could only defend him with everything he had. This was utter hopelessness!
"Sect Master Yun! What are you trying to do? Just help me this once, whatever condition you want, name it!" Yang Yun shouted, desperation lacing his tone.
"Condition?" Yun Jin smiled coldly. "There's only one condition I want—you and the Demon Soul inside you, both die."
Yang Yun's pupils shrank sharply.
He really didn't get it.
Yun Jin had heard everything. She knew he wanted to join the human race! A prodigy like him turning to the human side should've been a blessing! So why did Yun Jin still want him dead?!
Seeing right through his thoughts, Yun Jin said icily, "The human race doesn't need scum."
Yang Yun's face darkened instantly.
Then suddenly, Tai'a Sword rose into the air. Terrifying energy surged toward it as Yun Jin decided she wasn't wasting another second. She'd eliminate both the Demon Sovereign and the Demon Soul. And since the Netherfire Phoenix wanted to stand in her way, it could vanish along with them.
The Netherfire Phoenix was losing its mind. So she hadn't even used her full strength earlier!
With that sword in her hand, this was her true power. If that strike landed, could he block it?
The Phoenix made its judgment.
No chance.
Not even remotely.
It clenched its beak, made up its mind, and spread its flaming wings wide, wrapping them around Yang Yun.
The sword light fell in an instant.
At that precise moment, the Netherfire Phoenix vanished, taking Yang Yun and the Demon Soul with it.
The sword light cleaved through the ground, carving out a terrifying rift that stretched for hundreds of meters.
Yun Jin narrowed her eyes and walked forward, expression cold and unreadable.
A space technique.
That Netherfire Phoenix actually mastered a spatial secret art. She'd already fortified the surrounding area, sealing off all space to prevent escape. But somehow, that fiery bird had still forced its way through the spatial barrier.
Yun Jin stared at the scattered feathers on the ground, her gaze icy.
Even though the Netherfire Phoenix and Yang Yun had escaped, her sword had hit them both. They'd avoided the follow-up damage, but even that glancing blow was enough to leave them gravely injured.
A heavily wounded Netherfire Phoenix and Yang Yun wouldn't dare stay in the Human Realm.
Their destination after space travel was obvious—the Demon Realm.
"System, locate Yang Yun's position," she ordered.
She spent a few Emotional Value points to run the query.
Sure enough, the red dot on the map appeared right in the heart of the Demon Realm.
"Xiao Jin!"
"Sect Master Yun!"
Voices echoed as her companions arrived.
Earlier, she'd teleported them a hundred miles away. From a distance, they'd seen that massive sword light and rushed back, only to find a giant rift in the ground.
"Xiao Jin, are you alright?" Qing Yun asked nervously.
She shook her head. "I'm fine."
The others looked around in disbelief.
Xuan Feng finally asked, "Sect Master Yun, what about the Demon Sovereign?"
Her expression hardened. "The Phoenix used spatial power to take the Demon Sovereign back to the Demon Realm. But they were both hit by my sword, and right now they should be seriously injured. Which means..."
She paused, then said without hesitation, "I believe the best time to launch a full-scale assault on the Demon Realm has arrived."
Everyone froze for a moment.
An all-out attack... on the Demon Realm?!
The Demon Race's strength had always been below that of the humans, but no one had ever dared invade the Demon Realm itself.
That blood moon's enhancement gave the demons an overwhelming advantage.
For humans to conquer the Demon Realm, they'd need dozens—no, hundreds—of times more power.
"Let's return to Xuandan Gate first. I'll apply to convene the Holy Land Council," Xuan Feng said after a moment of thought. "Sect Master Yun, you'll be part of it this time."
Yun Jin nodded.
No one spoke further. They immediately returned to Xuandan Gate.
Xuan Feng quickly reported the situation in the Xuandan region, and the other three Holy Lands' leaders agreed to the meeting right away.
Yun Jin received a temporary token, granting her permission to join the council.
The place where the Holy Land Council was held was rather unique—a small, stable pocket dimension, useless for combat but perfect for meetings.
To make communication easier, the four Holy Lands had developed a secret art that allowed one's Primordial Soul to project into the space regardless of distance.
This time, attendance was full. Within a single incense stick's time, every high-ranking figure appeared in the chamber. It was Yun Jin's first time participating, and she couldn't help glancing around curiously.
"Sect Master Yun," said Ji Wusi, motioning to a seat beside him. "Please, take your place."
She looked at the arrangement and blinked.
The layout was simple.
The leaders of the four Holy Lands sat in the center, side by side.
Their high-ranking elders occupied the seats along both sides.
But right now, there was one extra seat between the four sect masters.
That seat...
It was obviously the center of the center.
Yun Jin couldn't help feeling awkward. She'd always been a modest person, after all.
"Sect Master Yun, please, sit," Ji Wusi repeated patiently.
She coughed lightly. "I'm usually a pretty low-key person..."
Laughter rippled through the room.
Yun Jin sighed. "Fine, fine. But don't blame me later, you're the ones insisting."
She stepped forward and sat in the central seat.
A trace of pride flickered in Ji Wusi's eyes. "My disciple has long since surpassed her master. From this moment on, the title of the human race's strongest truly belongs to her."
He didn't feel the least bit embarrassed—only relieved that the burden he'd carried for so many years could finally ease.
"The reason for this Holy Land Council," Ji Wusi said, "is something everyone already knows. Whether or not we launch a full invasion into the Demon Realm and exterminate them completely, we must decide that today." He turned to Yun Jin. "Sect Master Yun, please explain the situation."
She didn't hesitate. "Many of the Demon Realm's top cultivators have already been consumed by the Demon Sovereign Yang Yun to fuel his strength. I've forced him into his final Nirvana and left him gravely wounded. He's at his weakest point right now.
At this very moment, the Demon Realm is at its weakest. It's time for the human race to step into the Demon Domain and wipe the demons out completely."