You Are the Outer Demon

"Not guaranteed to be authentic? Then we'll do as you say!" The Holy Lord of the Celestial Court suppressed his fury.

"Good. Then both of you swear an oath. If you swear, I’ll believe you." Gu Qingfeng’s expression suddenly shifted—the previous sinister grin vanished, replaced by calm composure, as though he were a completely different person.

"Gu Qingfeng! Don’t push us too far!" the Holy Lord roared.

As the exalted Holy Lord of the Celestial Court, being forced to swear an oath in public—where would he even hide his face?

Of course, the real issue was that he didn’t dare swear, because the scripture truly wasn’t authentic.

"Attack."

Gu Qingfeng waved his hand, and in an instant, the hundred-plus Supreme Beings around him surged forward, ready to kill.

The Holy Lord and the Netherworld Sovereign paled in horror and hastily shouted, "Wait! We’ll swear! We’ll swear!"

"Hmph. Pathetic. Hurry up and swear!" Gu Qingfeng snorted coldly, signaling his men to halt while staring intently at the two.

The Holy Lord and the Netherworld Sovereign exchanged glances, communicating secretly through divine sense.

"Brother, what do we do? This brat is far more cunning than expected—he doesn’t trust us at all. But if we truly swear a Heavenly Oath, the consequences would be unthinkable.

I say we strike first."

"Strike? This isn’t the Netherworld. A battle among a hundred Supreme Beings would reduce the Celestial Court to ruins!"

"You misunderstand. I mean we should capture the ringleader first. This little beast Gu Qingfeng, relying on his numbers, dares to stand so close to us. At this distance, we could seize him in an instant.

I’ve noticed those Supreme Beings—their eyes are vacant, their expressions blank, like puppets. If we control Gu Qingfeng, they likely won’t dare act recklessly."

The Holy Lord’s thoughts raced, hesitation gnawing at him.

"No, it’s too risky. Gu Qingfeng is too shrewd. If he dares to stand this close, he must have some trick up his sleeve. With a hundred Supreme Beings under his command, he might even possess a supreme defensive treasure. If we can’t subdue him quickly, a full-scale battle will erupt."

"Then what do we do? If we swear a Heavenly Oath, under the scrutiny of the Heavenly Dao, even with our Nine-Star Supreme cultivation and countless treasures, we’d be left half-dead."

"Who said we have to swear a Heavenly Oath? This little wretch only told us to swear—he didn’t specify a Heavenly Oath. Given his lowly cultivation, he might not even know what a Heavenly Oath is.

Just follow my lead when swearing. Watch how I fool him.

And if he does know about Heavenly Oaths and we can’t deceive him… well, we can always give him the real Emperor’s Scripture."

Had Gu Qingfeng heard their conversation, he would have been delighted—even giving them a thumbs-up.

He never intended for them to swear a Heavenly Oath in the first place. Under the Heavenly Dao’s oversight, the Oath of the Demon of Vows might not trigger.

If they had sworn a Heavenly Oath, they might have survived. But breaking a Demon’s Oath? The Demon of Vows wouldn’t spare them.

"Are you two done dawdling? Swear already!" Gu Qingfeng snapped impatiently when the two remained silent.

"Fine. We’ll swear."

The Holy Lord shot the Netherworld Sovereign a subtle glance, then raised three fingers to the heavens. The Netherworld Sovereign followed suit.

"I, the Holy Lord (Netherworld Sovereign), swear to the heavens—if the Emperor’s Scripture is fake, may I be struck by lightning, die a wretched death, and have my soul obliterated!"

The Holy Lord played a clever trick in his oath—he swore "to the heavens," not "to the Heavenly Dao." A single word’s difference, but worlds apart in meaning.

He was confident that a cultivator of Gu Qingfeng’s level wouldn’t notice the distinction.

And indeed, it seemed to work.

Gu Qingfeng nodded in satisfaction and said nothing more.

The Holy Lord and the Netherworld Sovereign rejoiced inwardly, though they kept their faces carefully neutral, afraid of tipping him off.

But just as they were celebrating—

A sudden, terrifying change occurred.

Both men felt an inexplicable sensation and immediately looked down at their bodies—only to see...

An invisible, intangible thread of oath extending from them. Their eyes followed the thread upward, watching in horror as it connected to Gu Qingfeng.

The Holy Lord and the Netherworld Sovereign exchanged stunned glances, momentarily frozen.

Then, seconds later—

Their faces twisted in terror as they simultaneously whipped their heads toward Gu Qingfeng, their eyes filled with utter disbelief.

"You—you’re an Outer Realm Demon!!!" they shrieked in unison.

BOOM—!

The sky darkened instantly as a deafening thunderclap shook the heavens.

Everyone flinched at the sound and looked up—only to see countless black lightning arcs writhing and flashing within the clouds, like ancient mythical black dragons!

All present were Heavenly Supreme Beings, well-versed in the ways of the world. The moment they saw the black lightning, they recognized the dense demonic power within—a force comparable to the Celestial Emperor’s, enough to terrify anyone.

Coupled with the Holy Lord and the Netherworld Sovereign’s horrified exclamation, a terrifying realization dawned on them.

Their gazes toward Gu Qingfeng shifted instantly—as though staring at a demon god crawled up from the depths of hell.

An Outer Realm Demon!

He was the incarnation of an Outer Realm Demon!

Before anyone could process the revelation, the Holy Lord and the Netherworld Sovereign’s blood-curdling screams shattered their thoughts.

"NO—!!!"

Their eyes bulged with terror as they stared at the apocalyptic black lightning above. Divine light erupted from their bodies as they summoned one supreme treasure after another—each capable of sparking bloodshed in the outside world.

Layer upon layer of protective radiance enveloped them, yet they still felt no semblance of safety.

Regret consumed them—why had they sworn to be "struck by lightning, die a wretched death, and have their souls obliterated"?

If they had known this would happen, they would’ve handed over the real Emperor’s Scripture long ago.

But it was too late for regrets.

Gu Qingfeng watched with amusement as the black lightning, brimming with demonic power, gathered. This was his first time witnessing someone break a Demon’s Oath—all his previous subordinates had been smart enough not to defy it.

Truly, the Upper Realm’s people had guts.

His Demon’s Oath was a stolen fragment of the Demon of Vows’ authority. Anyone who swore before him would be bound by the Oath Thread—and breaking it would invoke the Demon of Vows’ punishment.

BOOM—!

Another earth-shaking peal of thunder rattled the Celestial Court.

The Celestial Court and Netherworld forces, sensing the impending doom, abandoned all thought of saving their leaders and teleported miles away.

Gu Qingfeng’s enslaved Supreme Beings were also ordered to retreat—yet he alone remained, standing unfazed.