Chapter 458: Chapter 454: The Rise of the Bull Race
For mere Spirit Monsters to dare cast greedy eyes on a Demon Spirit—the world had truly changed.
And this target was none other than the Bloodthirsty Wolf King, a formidable general under the Great White Demon King, whose reputation was renowned throughout the Yaoling Mountain Range.
But even so, the Bloodthirsty Wolf King didn’t dare let his explosive temper show. The situation had turned against him; the Black Pig King’s death had completely shattered his plans.
Clearly, the plan to kill the Molting Snake Spirit was a bust. Leaving aside those freakishly strong Super Class Spirit Monsters, there was simply no way he could get past the Bull Demon King, who was at the Pseudo Demon King Level.
The Bloodthirsty Wolf King suddenly felt the aura of death wash over him. The Bull Demon King was watching him, clicking his tongue with a smirk that made the wolf’s fur stand on end.
"Brother Lang, are you not going to scram? For old times’ sake, I’ll let you off the hook this once."
The Bull Demon King didn’t want to completely burn his bridges with the White Demon King. As long as the Bloodthirsty Wolf King backed off on his own, he would leave it at that.
But at that moment, a soft voice echoed in the Bull Demon King’s mind. "Bull Demon King, what was the order I gave you?"
He froze, looking up at the increasingly intense ball of light under the massive tree. Swallowing hard, he replied, "Master’s order was to kill any creature that appears within five kilometers of the valley—no exceptions."
"Then what are you waiting for? Carry it out." The voice, which permitted no argument, returned, now tinged with a faint killing intent.
’Anyone who wants to take my life,’ Tu Xiao’an thought, ’had better be prepared to die first.’
The Bull Demon King snapped back to reality, his understanding now complete. He gave the Bloodthirsty Wolf King a savage grin. "So sorry, Brother Lang, but you’d better go down and keep the Black Pig King company. I’m sure he’s lonely."
The words had barely left his mouth when an earth-shattering aura erupted from the Bull Demon King. The surrounding air began to boil. Above his head, the phantom of a colossal beast hundreds of feet tall materialized. Its roar was like thunder, and its blood-red gaze was so fierce it seemed to rip space itself apart.
This was the spiritual phenomenon manifested by a being at the Pseudo Demon King Level. The pressure was immense, causing all Demon Spirits to tremble in terror.
The Bull Demon King was finally getting serious. The moment the pressure from his manifestation was unleashed, the air began to crackle—HISS... HISS... HISS! Fierce winds howled. The Bloodthirsty Wolf King felt a pressure like a mountain crashing down on him. He was completely dumbfounded. ’What the hell is wrong with this bull? Does he have no principles at all?’
’One second he says he’ll let me off, and the next he’s trying to kill me?’
’Is he fucking kidding me? His words are just bullshit!’
But the Bloodthirsty Wolf King was no pushover. A powerful surge of Demon Power erupted from within him as he shed his human form and transformed into a terrifying Werewolf. His hands became giant wolf claws, and his eyes filled with bloodlust.
"Today, I will show all the Demons in the Yaoling Mountain Range that the Bull Race is on the rise! And I’ll start by killing you, Bloodthirsty Wolf King, as a sacrifice to the heavens!"
’Since Master isn’t afraid of making an enemy of the White Demon King, what the hell should I, his Battle Companion, be afraid of? Even if the sky falls, Master will be there to hold it up for me.’
Countless Demons were watching the valley. Today was his day, the Bull Demon King’s day, to finally shine.
’Kill... Kill the Bloodthirsty Wolf King... and become famous in one glorious battle.’
At this thought, the Bull Demon King’s expression turned savage. The phantom towering hundreds of feet above him manifested like an Ancient Fierce Beast born into the world, exuding extreme violence. Unrestrained, the colossal phantom bared its fangs and claws and let out a soul-shakingly fierce roar as it charged the Bloodthirsty Wolf King.
The Bloodthirsty Wolf King’s face fell in terror. The techniques of a Demon Spirit at the Pseudo Demon King Level were truly on another level. This attack alone was enough to inspire bone-deep dread, as if a Fierce Ghost had been unleashed.
It appeared to be a phantom, but it was packed with lethal attacks, each one a killing blow. Anything that stood in its way would be instantly pulverized, utterly annihilated.
A Level 33 Bloodthirsty Wolf King against a Level 35 Bull Demon King... the difference in power was already night and day.
At the Demon Spirit Level, the difference of even a single Level was a chasm in strength.
As the towering phantom roared toward him, the Bloodthirsty Wolf King swung his claws in a furious, deadly flurry, trying to tear the phantom apart.
But the phantom, both formless and visible, could not be struck. Yet, when it made contact with the Bloodthirsty Wolf King’s body, he felt a Heaven-Shocking Power slam into his chest.
SPURT...
The Bloodthirsty Wolf King was sent flying backward, his internal organs feeling as if they’d been rearranged, his insides churning violently.
"My heavens, the Bull Demon King is *that* strong?" The Crimson Sun Giant Ape watched from the mountain peak, completely stunned.
’Is this the same damn Bull Demon King I was just fighting so fiercely a moment ago?’
’It’s like he’s two different bulls! He could definitely rank among the top experts in the Yaoling Mountain Range now.’
’The Bloodthirsty Wolf King’s combat strength is way higher than mine, not much less than the Ape King’s. But now he’s getting completely overwhelmed, unable to even fight back.’
’What a miserable sight.’
’It’s like watching an adult beat up a child.’
The two Monkey Kings on Monkey Mountain were deeply shocked, but even farther away, the countless Spirit Monsters and Demons watching the battle began to tremble uncontrollably.
’They made a mental note: from now on, if they ever ran into a member of the Bull Race, they’d better tuck their tails between their legs and stay out of their way. Offending them was not an option.’
The Bull Demon King had been right. The Bull Race was truly on the rise. With a Bull Demon at the Pseudo Demon King Level, who would dare to offend them? Who could possibly afford to?
"Hee hee, we’ll get to eat the meat of a Demon Spirit again soon! I’m so happy!"
Beneath the massive tree, the Immortal Spirit Peacock Azure Owl watched the show while preening its nine-colored feathers, its eyes shimmering with a dazzling, multicolored light.
"AWOO..." Golden Pupils agreed, growing impatient. The meat of a Demon Spirit was just too delicious, a taste you’d never forget.
"Eat! Eat! Eat!" The Three-headed Snake’s three swaying heads each hissed the word, its Snake Gaze filled with nothing but greed.
Tree Spirit Charlie despaired. "Why does Charlie have to be a vegetarian? Waaaaah..."
Azure Owl suddenly gave the other two a serious look. "You two had better let me have more meat later," it said. "Your Realms have already surpassed this Peacock’s."
The Three-headed Snake and Golden Pupils were both Level 27, but Azure Owl, the self-proclaimed leader of the Battle Companions, was still only Level 26.
’This is so humiliating,’ it thought.
Down in the valley, the Bloodthirsty Wolf King was forced back step by step. Wounds covered his body, and his aura was weakening. The colossal phantom was as unpredictable as a ghost or god; its every casual strike carried immense force, inflicting tremendous damage.
"Haha! Stop struggling, Brother Lang! Just hurry up and die; you’ll spare yourself some pain!" The Bull Demon King’s physical body remained motionless as he controlled the phantom to attack. It felt absolutely incredible.
’He had never even dreamed of an attack like this. It was the ultimate technique he had manifested after reaching Level 35. It struck with the force of Thunder Shock and moved like a Ghost, killing formlessly.’
The Bloodthirsty Wolf King was coughing up blood nonstop. With his life on the line, he couldn’t afford to care about anything else. He threw his head back and let out a heaven-shaking roar, "My King, save me!"
My King, save me! My King, save me! My King, save me...
The four words echoed above the valley.
Suddenly, the ferocious phantom above the Bull Demon King’s head slowed. He was shocked. ’Could it be? Is the White Demon King here too?’
The roar didn’t just shock the Bull Demon King; it also startled the two Monkey Kings on the peak. Could the White Demon King really be on their Monkey Mountain?
He just hadn’t revealed himself yet.
If the White Demon King truly was on Monkey Mountain, then things were about to escalate dramatically. When a Demon King’s wrath was unleashed, it could shake the heavens and shatter the earth.
Wouldn’t their Monkey Mountain have to suffer a catastrophe on the scale of a Celestial Tribulation all over again?
