Chapter 459: Chapter 455: The White Demon King Appears
The Bull Demon King couldn’t be bothered with that anymore. Things had already reached this point. He snorted coldly. "Brother Lang, stop with your bluffs. Even if the White Demon King himself came, he couldn’t save your life."
’The White Demon King is stationed in the Azure Bamboo Forest. Why would he show up here on Monkey Mountain so easily?’ Besides, the Bull Demon King now had eyes only for his master. Whoever his master wanted dead, would die.
"Bull Demon King, you dare! It seems you truly have no respect for the Great Demon King anymore. I’m telling you, the Great White Demon King is right here on Monkey Mountain! He’s watching everything you do," the Bloodthirsty Wolf King roared, his expression screaming, ’Are you trying to get yourself killed?’
The Bull Demon King gave a sinister laugh. No more talk. His Killing Intent flared as he channeled all his power into the phantom attack.
’He’s crazy, completely crazy! This bull has gotten so full of himself, he doesn’t even respect the Great White Demon King!’
The Bloodthirsty Wolf King’s face turned pale. A colossal phantom, dozens of meters tall, loomed over him. It felt as if he’d been plunged into a mountain of blades and a Sea of Fire, suffering death by a thousand cuts. A violent Qi crushed and battered him from all directions. The more he struggled to resist, the more his own Qi and blood churned within him, inflicting an unbearable, tearing pain.
For the first time ever, the Bloodthirsty Wolf King found himself in such a pathetic and humiliating state.
There’s a saying that a single step up in rank is enough to crush a man, but the gap was even greater when it came to one’s Cultivation Realm. And what’s more, the Bull Demon King was two Levels higher than him.
Resistance was futile.
’Great Demon King... Great Demon King...’
’If the Great White Demon King doesn’t appear soon, I’m afraid I’ll really share the Black Pig King’s fate.’
Just as the Bloodthirsty Wolf King began to despair, feeling he was about to be devoured by the phantom, a dapperly dressed young man materialized beside him. An overwhelming Demon Qi radiated from his entire being. With a wave of his hand at the sky-blotting phantom...
BANG...
Not far away, the Bull Demon King’s expression changed drastically. The colossal phantom instantly disintegrated. He staggered back four or five steps before he could steady himself.
"Great White Demon King."
Seeing the dapperly dressed man, the Bull Demon King’s legs began to tremble uncontrollably. This man had left a deep, terrifying scar on his psyche.
’Holy crap, the White Demon King is actually here? Does a magnificent Demon King like him have nothing better to do?’
The White Demon King’s human form was exceptionally handsome, with features as if drawn from a painting, yet tinged with a wicked charm. The Demon Qi around his body blazed like a Flame, forming a unique and terrifying aura that marked him as being at the Demon King Level.
This aura clung to him like a shadow, serving as his crown.
The moment this young man appeared, all living creatures instinctively held their breath, their eyes fixed on the man who seemed to stand upon a high Divine Altar. For hundreds of kilometers around, the world fell utterly silent. Even the chirping of insects and the calls of birds vanished, as if in fear of disturbing him.
He was one of the five Great Demon Kings of the Yaoling Mountain Range, one of its five rulers. His status was immeasurably high, and he held the power of life and death over countless races.
If he were to speak the word, decreeing that the Snake Race was forbidden in the Yaoling Mountain Range, then not a single snake would be able to see the light of day—not even an ordinary one.
The White Demon King hadn’t expected to have to reveal himself. He was inwardly fuming that he had to personally handle such a trivial matter.
"Great Demon King, you’ve finally appeared! Any later, and I would have truly died at this bull’s hands," the Bloodthirsty Wolf King exclaimed upon seeing the White Demon King, feeling as though he’d just escaped from the jaws of death.
The White Demon King gave the Wolf King an indifferent glance. "Waste."
The moment he spoke that single word, a sharp pain erupted in the Bloodthirsty Wolf King’s chest. He was sent flying backward for several kilometers before crashing to the ground, where he lay unable to rise, his fate unknown.
With that, the White Demon King turned his indifferent gaze to the Bull Demon King, a hint of appreciation in his eyes. "You, bull, have truly impressed me. Return to my side. I can overlook everything you’ve done before."
From his days as a Spirit Monster to his ascension as a Demon Spirit, the Bull Demon King had always followed the White Demon King but had never been truly valued. Realizing his aptitude was limited and that he would never achieve greatness, he had eventually gone to the Human World to simply coast and wait for death.
The White Demon King’s voice was not loud, yet it carried a command that was impossible to refuse.
Clearly, the bull’s ascension to the Pseudo Demon King Level had earned him the White Demon King’s high regard, who now decided to give him a position of importance.
The Bull Demon King’s face twitched, but he remained relatively calm. He was still afraid, yes, but not with the same trembling reverence as before. After all, he himself was now at the Pseudo Demon King Level.
Though his status was still lower, the gap between them had narrowed slightly.
"What? You’re not willing?" Seeing the Bull Demon King’s silence, the Great White Demon King frowned. "Or have you steeled yourself to oppose me? You should know that even though your Cultivation has reached the Pseudo Demon King Level, your life is still mine for the taking."
It was an incredibly domineering declaration, yet no one doubted its truth.
Reaching the Pseudo Demon King Level was like being made a lord, capable of elevating an entire lineage. But a true Demon King had already ascended the throne in their palace, wielding absolute power over life and death, demanding unconditional surrender from all races.
The gap between the two was like an impassable chasm.
In a world like the Yaoling Mountain Range, which operated on the law of the jungle, strength was the only thing that mattered.
If you were strong, you were king. It didn’t matter if you were a hedgehog or an ant.
If an ant managed to cultivate to the Demon King Level, it too could Rule the World.
The Bull Demon King swallowed hard and said, his tone neither servile nor defiant, "Thank you for your generous offer, Great Demon King."
The White Demon King heard this and assumed the Bull Demon King had agreed. ’He has no reason to refuse. Refusal is death,’ he thought. He then said, "I now command you: go and immediately kill that molting Snake Spirit."
’He really didn’t want to handle such a trivial task himself. It was beneath his station.’
"I’m afraid I cannot do that, because that Snake Spirit is my master," the Bull Demon King stated plainly.
"Master?" The Great White Demon King froze for a second, then asked in utter astonishment, "You signed a Blood Contract with that snake?"
The Bull Demon King nodded. "That’s right."
"It is the master, and you are the servant?"
"That’s right!"
The White Demon King stared at the Bull Demon King as if he were a complete idiot, utterly shocked.
’You, a dignified being at the Pseudo Demon King Level, have acknowledged a mere Snake Spirit as your master? Have you been eating shit?’
’Signing a contract like that means your life is completely in the other party’s hands. You lose your freedom, your very soul. The more advanced a being is, the less likely they would ever do such a thing.’
’Many would rather die.’
’He, the Great White Demon King, one of the five Great Demon Kings of the Yaoling Mountain Range, with countless followers, would never dare to make even a Demon Spirit his pet-servant—only a subordinate.’
’As the saying goes, a warrior can be killed, but not disgraced. Demon Spirits have already transcended the mortal coil; how could one become a pet-servant, to say nothing of a being at the Pseudo Demon King Level?’
Of course, the White Demon King had no way of knowing that the Bull Demon King had only just reached the Pseudo Demon King Level. But even so, a Demon Spirit submitting to a Spirit Monster was simply unheard of.
The Bull Demon King certainly wasn’t going to tell him that he had submitted out of fear of death. ’What choice did I have when I couldn’t win the fight?’
But that was then, and this was now. The Bull Demon King declared with absolute conviction, "Choosing to become my master’s pet-servant was the wisest decision I have ever made in my entire life."
As he spoke, the Bull Demon King’s face was filled with radiant pride, as if this were his greatest honor.
He looked for all the world like he had been brainwashed by some cult.
