I traveled through time and space and became a demon. I want to be a demon god.

With the Demon King and Yama holding off the two Demon Emperors, the other great cultivators quickly dealt with more than a dozen Demon Saints and then surrounded the two smoke-filled battle groups.

Xu Zhenfeng stood outside the battle group on the Demon King's side. He could see crackling sounds coming from the smoke and bursts of lightning. He couldn't help but feel eager to join the battle and fight alongside the Demon King.

Lang Wumiao stood beside him. Seeing his expression, she quickly grabbed his hand and whispered, "Son, you are only at the second rank of the Heavenly Realm. You are far from the Great Perfection of the Heavenly Realm. You must not get involved in battles at their level. You might even get accidentally injured by the Demon King."

After listening to Lang Wumiao's words, Xu Zhenfeng thought about it for a moment and then gave up.

At this moment, a human Grandmaster slowly approached the battle. After listening to the sounds inside, he suddenly flashed into the smoke-filled battle without warning.

From within the battle, the voice of the Moon Devouring Demon Emperor could be heard, "Chen Shengyuan, you are truly shameless, actually fighting two against one?"

"What gentlemanly courtesy can we speak of with a devil like you?"

"You despicable and shameless human, you will surely be torn to pieces and have your soul devoured by my demon race..."

Before the Moon Devouring Demon Emperor could finish his curse, another human cultivator walked over, pointed into the smoke-filled battle, and said, "Filthy language and curses are prohibited here."

Then came the extremely angry "woo-woo-woo" sounds from the Moon Devouring Demon Emperor, who seemed to have his mouth covered.

Seeing this, Xu Zhenfeng was shocked. The human race actually had such shameless magic, and they wouldn't even let people talk while fighting?

Lang Wumiao glanced at Xu Zhenfeng and whispered to him, "This is the Confucian principle of 'words become law.' This is Zhou Fuzhi of the Confucian school, a Great Perfection of the Heavenly Rank."

Seeing that the Confucian master had rendered the Moon Devouring Demon Emperor speechless with just one sentence, Xu Zhenfeng asked Lang Wumiao in a low voice, "Since Confucian techniques are so profound, why didn't he just say that the Moon Devouring Demon Emperor died on the spot? Wouldn't that save everyone from fighting to the death?"

Lang Wumiao chuckled and replied, "Confucian techniques are mostly auxiliary and self-defense techniques. At most, they set rules within certain limits, much like the fox clan of your Demon Mountain. If a technique could instantly kill a Great Perfection Demon, then Confucianism would be the only supreme sect in the Three Realms Continent. What business would there be of other sects?"

Xu Zhenfeng was greatly shocked. He felt that the Confucian school's technique of making words come true was a powerful and shameless form of support, even if it was just an auxiliary technique.

If I had such a technique, wouldn't I be guaranteed to win any fight if I just prevented my opponent from retaliating? I wonder if such a shameless technique could even create such shameless rules?

Thinking of this, Xu Zhenfeng felt a surge of excitement. He wondered if the Confucian school would allow such shameless techniques to be passed on to outsiders.

Standing to the side, Lang Wumiao could tell what Xu Zhenfeng was thinking just by looking at the expression on his face.

"Don't even think about it. Not only are Confucian arts only passed down to Confucian disciples, but we are demons and cannot cultivate such shameless arts of humans."

Upon hearing Lang Wumiao's words, Xu Zhenfeng's burning passion instantly cooled down. He stopped approaching the Confucian Grand Perfection cultivator and turned to carefully observe the movements within the smoke battle.

With the addition of a powerful human cultivator, the Moon Devouring Demon Emperor was clearly losing ground, and the commotion emanating from within grew louder and louder, with black demonic mist rising and falling within the battle.

Not long after, a loud bang came from inside, like a landmine exploding in the middle of the battle, and then the smoke began to dissipate.

The Demon King walked out with a smile on his face, holding a purplish-red magic crystal in his hand.

Behind him, the human Grand Perfection cultivator who had gone in to fight the Moon Devouring Demon Emperor with him followed behind with an unhappy expression.

Upon seeing the magic crystal fall into the hands of the Demon King, the Confucian scholar, whose words became law, was stunned for a moment, then immediately said to the Demon King, "Your Majesty, your demon race has already obtained a Demon Emperor's magic crystal."

The Demon King walked straight up to Xu Zhenfeng, handed him the demon crystal in his hand, and then turned to the Confucian Grand Perfection cultivator and said, "There are eight Demon Emperors, aren't there? Don't panic, great cultivator. Let's stick to what we agreed on before, half for the demon race and half for the human race."

The Confucian master at the Great Perfection level looked at the Demon King with displeasure: "When this wolf demon from your Demon Mountain was in the Mustard Seed Space, he already took a lot of magic crystals. Shouldn't this piece be the turn of the human race?"

When Lang Wumiao saw that the humans wanted to snatch his son's magic crystal, he immediately put on a stern face and said, "Don't forget that this Vajra Pestle is my son's magic weapon. You only came out because you were hiding inside my son's magic weapon."

If I'm not mistaken, this whole scheme today was probably devised by my son. He's done such a great service, so what's wrong with taking some cheap magic crystals?

"The Vajra is not a magical weapon of the demon race; it is a precious Buddhist treasure from the Vajra Sect."

The human at the Great Perfection stage who was following behind the Demon King glanced at Lang Wumiao and said in a clearly displeased tone.

"Alright, alright, the Demon Clan has only lost three Demon Emperors today, and we're already starting to fight amongst ourselves?"

The old monk Wukong walked over, patted the human cultivator on the shoulder, and offered some words of advice.