Journey to the West: I have Nine Golden Crows Inside Me
Chapter 917 - 693 Speculator

Chapter 917: 693 Speculator

"For all demonic beings above the level of Golden Immortal, kill them all. As for those beneath the Golden Immortal level, strip them of their cultivation and let them fend for themselves or perish,"

A Taoist Master of the Human Race spoke up, intending to put an absolute end to the Demon Clan’s legacy. Those who attained the cultivation of Golden Immortal transcended life and death, were granted longevity, and could live as long as Heaven and Earth. Such demonic beings could certainly not be spared.

As for those below this level, it was enough to destroy their cultivation. They would not be able to live eternally and, having lost their cultivation, would soon wither away with time.

"This is inappropriate. During the Ancient Era, when the Demon Clan slaughtered our Human Race, they did not entertain so many considerations; they aimed for total extinction. We have a death feud with the Demon Clan, and as such, there’s nothing to hesitate about, they should all be exterminated outright."

Another Taoist Master of the Human Race spoke up, urging Jiang Chen to completely annihilate all the demonic beings in the area.

This Taoist Master’s words held reason. Repay what you are dealt, if the Human Race sought revenge, then they should treat the Demon Clan exactly as the Demon Clan had treated them in the past.

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, that’s exactly it.

"To simply kill off the demonic beings here would be letting them off too easily. Moreover, if we were to kill them, would it not be granting these demonic beings exactly what they desire?"

"As long as the Banner of Summoning Demons remains intact, they will not die. When Di Jun Taiyi returns, they could be revived; thus, what would be the point of killing them?"

"In my opinion, not only should these demonic beings not be killed, they should be kept alive; let them endure torment, wishing for death that will not come,"

A Taoist Master from the Jiang Family spoke up, his tone laden with unrelenting hatred.

As one of the oldest tribes of the Human Race, the Jiang Family and Ji Family had an indissoluble blood feud with the Demon Clan. In those years, to ensure their tribesmen could safely escape back to their Ancestral Land, it was these descendants of the Feng Clan who acted as the rear guard.

"The senior speaks truth. All beings fear force but not virtue. We must kill these demonic beings, but we should not let them die too swiftly; otherwise, it won’t be enough to deter other races,"

Jiang Chen’s thoughts aligned with the Taoist Master of the Jiang Family. If they were to seek revenge, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, what kind of revenge would that be? Only by paying back double could real retribution be achieved.

Similarly, the more tragic the Demon Clan’s fate became, the more other races would fear the Human Race, and they wouldn’t dare to offend it lightly. In this way, it would put an end to other races’ frequent harassments of the Human Race.

"What the Emperor Lord says is right!"

These Taoist Masters of the Human Race, having heeded Jiang Chen’s call to come here and join him in attacking the Demon Clan, naturally harbored deep-rooted hatred towards the Demon Clan.

Upon hearing Jiang Chen’s proposal, no one felt it was inappropriate or too cruel, and everyone nodded in agreement.

When dealing with the Demon Clan, the crueler the better.

In the span of just a few words, they had decided the demonic beings’ fate—to live a life worse than death. Such was the fate of the losers, with everything to be dominated by others.

"Who’s there?"

Suddenly, Jiang Chen seemed to sense something and summoned the Heavenly Dao Hairpin, blasting it towards the distant void.

At the same moment Jiang Chen made his move, outside the Beijulu Continent, the sky transformed by the sheer righteous energy suddenly twisted, forming a Void Passage. A hand wrapped in Dao Rhyme reached out from within, grasping towards the demonic beings on the Beijulu Continent.

The Heavenly Dao Hairpin’s blast met the hand but was easily blocked, not creating even the slightest ripple.

Clearly, the owner of this hand possessed immeasurable strength, likely one of the Great Divine Transcendents.

Even as they spoke, Jiang Chen’s injuries had mostly healed. His full-strength strike, combined with the Heavenly Dao Hairpin, was enough to injure a Quasi-Saint. Yet, it failed to affect this hand at all—this was quite telling of the situation.

"Taoist friends of the Human Race, I, with much audacity, would like to request a favor from you to save these demonic beings."

From above the hand, a distant voice echoed, reverberating in everyone’s ears. Indeed, a mysterious power intervened, intending to save the Demonic Clan on the Beijulu Continent.

"Hiding your head and showing your tail does not make you a nobleman. If you truly wish to save these Demon Gods, why not show yourself in your true form?"

Jiang Chen’s attitude was resolute, unafraid even if the other party might be a Great Divine Transcendent.

The Human Race was not without its Great Divine Transcendents. If this person did not act against him, it was tolerable, but any aggression toward him would immediately draw the attention of the Three Emperors and Five Lords. Then, those who would confront this person would not be Jiang Chen, but the Three Emperors and Five Lords.

"Heaven cherishes all life, why must you persist in relentless extermination?"

"Those Demon Gods have been almost completely eradicated by you, and the strongest of these remaining demonic beings are but Dao Monarchs, no longer able to pose a threat to the Human Race. Let them go, and it would demonstrate the Human Race’s magnanimity. Why not do it?"

Another Great Divine Transcendent appeared, an aged Taoist holding an Innate Divine Staff, arriving from the depths of the void.

"My magnanimity, can it bring back to life those from the Ancient Era who died at the hands of the Demon Clan? If it could, I would have no objection to sparing these demonic beings, but the reality is it cannot, right?"

"Who will repay the grudge of those Ancient Era Human Race if these demonic beings are spared?"

Jiang Chen sneered, not taking the words of the Great Divine Transcendent to heart.

Back then, when refining the Witch Slaying Sword, those Ancient Era Human Race who were slaughtered by the Demon Clan died a complete death, leaving no trace, all absorbed by the Demon Clan for their refinement. Consequently, later generations of powerful Human Race beings failed to resurrect them.

"Everyone, please go back. This is a matter between the Human Race and the Demon Clan. It’s best that you do not interfere, lest you bring trouble upon yourselves."