With Jun Changxiao’s shout, both momentum and style immediately manifested, while also attracting martial artists from the Extreme South.
“It’s Sect Master Jun!”
“He looks like he’s only in his early twenties!”
“Truly a hero emerging young!”
Actually, calculating carefully, Dog Leftover was already in his mid-thirties, but because he regularly applied face masks, he looked like a handsome young man of eighteen or nineteen.
“Elder Liu.”
Jun Changxiao said: “What’s going on?”
He was somewhat frustrated.
Able to proactively seek help from the sect, perhaps already injured or being ganged up on, in an extremely dangerous situation. As a result, arriving at the scene, he found nothing had happened!
Playing around?
Fooling around?
Flying the war ship here didn’t cost money, you know!
“Sect Master.”
Liu Sinan pointed toward the mountain peak, saying: “It’s causing me trouble.”
Jun Changxiao looked in that direction, locking onto the slender Wanshou Demon King, asking in surprise: “Is this person male or female?”
“It’s over!”
The faces of various martial artists changed.
Those who had lived long in the Extreme South all knew that Wanshou Demon King had one greatest taboo—being questioned about gender by others!
Sect Master Jun’s question touched its sore spot!
Indeed.
Wanshou Demon King’s eyes flashed with angry flames, saying: “Boy, you’re humiliating this king!”
It was a male demon beast, but during the process of transforming into human form, a small accident occurred, so it looked rather feminine. Later, it was often mocked by its own kind, and over time this became a pain in its heart.
“Humiliate?”
“So what?”
Jun Changxiao’s expression was indifferent.
He didn’t know about Wanshou Demon King’s taboo. Even if he knew, he would still say what needed to be said, because you really did look androgynous!
“Those who humiliate me, die!”
Wanshou Demon King shouted coldly. Rolling black energy waves instantly spread from the mountain peak, surging toward the Tongu War Ship like a horde of demons dancing!
Killing intent, demonic energy—extremely explosive.
“Dare to act presumptuously before the Sect Master!” Yao Mengying’s almond eyes glared, shouting: “Take him down!”
“Yes!”
The Eight Ghost Generals flew out.
Jun Changxiao sat in a chair, crossing his legs, taking out nail clippers to trim his nails.
Having several powerful bodyguards so he didn’t have to take action himself—what a great feeling!
“Tch.”
Wanshou Demon King, seeing this, sneered: “Is having numbers so great?”
As a powerful demon beast dominating the Extreme South, fighting one against many wasn’t something it hadn’t experienced before.
“Whoosh! Whoosh!”
The Eight Ghost Generals flew from the war ship, releasing their powerful demonic energy without reservation, instantly suppressing the surging demonic energy!
The various martial artists exclaimed: “Demon cultivators!”
They were already quite far away, but were still harassed by the permeating demonic energy. Those with lower realms couldn’t suppress the blood in their bodies and immediately spat blood with a “wah.”
“Retreat!”
“Swish, swish!”
The various martial artists retreated at maximum speed.
Shifting the camera back to Wanshou Demon King, the disdainful smile on its face had frozen.
If it were just numbers, it wouldn’t be concerned, but the problem was that these eight tall, heavily armored warriors, judging from their released auras, seemed to have strength no less than its own!
This!
How to fight?
“Whoosh!”
“Whoosh!”
Towering demonic energy pressed down like thousands of troops and horses!
“Not good!”
Wanshou Demon King’s expression changed drastically.
“Boom, boom!”
“Boom, boom, boom, boom!”
In an instant, various special effects and energy bloomed in midair like fireworks.
The martial artists who had retreated even farther looked back at the valley area shrouded in sky-covering demonic energy, silently mourning for Wanshou Demon King in their hearts.
Although they couldn’t determine the Eight Ghost Generals’ strength, from the imposing demonic energy they could realize that having numbers was indeed great!
“Boom!”
Before long, Wanshou Demon King flew from the demonic energy, unlocking a new posture of face-planting.
“D-damn it!”
Standing up, covering its face, it roared: “If you have the guts, fight one-on-one!”
Jun Changxiao, while trimming his nails, said nonchalantly: “You alone fighting eight of them—isn’t that already one-on-one?”
“This king is talking about one-versus-one single combat!”
“Boom!”
Dust flew, the earth shook.
A Ghost General landed beside Wanshou Demon King in a punching stance, the latter embedded in a 卍 shape in the ground, with an extremely conspicuous fist print on its right cheek.
“Sigh.”
Jun Changxiao shook his head, saying: “Even one-on-one you’re still no match.”
“Argh!”
Wanshou Demon King jumped from the pit, its full head of black hair flying as it roared loudly. Then it was frantically surrounded and beaten by several Ghost Generals who landed afterward, each taking turns kicking.
“Boom, boom, boom!”
“Boom, boom, boom, boom!”
“Plop!”
A moment later, Wanshou Demon King lay on the ground with a swollen face and eyes narrowed to slits, not a single intact spot on its body, beaten absolutely miserably.
Truly, two fists can’t defeat many fists.
Moreover, they were eight Demon Delusion Clan generals with formidable strength.
Jun Changxiao descended, took out the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade, placed it against its neck, saying lightly: “This seat not only wants to humiliate you, but also kill you. Do you have any objections?”
“…”
Wanshou Demon King had no strength left to speak.
Casually sending out eight demon cultivators with powerful strength—this Eternal Sect was simply too terrifying.
“Sect Master.”
Liu Sinan suggested: “This beast has decent strength. We could bring it back to guard the gate.”
Jun Changxiao’s eyes lit up, saying: “Good idea!”
“D-damn it…”
Wanshou Demon King gathered a thread of strength, saying: “A warrior can be killed… but not humiliated… don’t even think…”
“Take it away!”
“Yes!”
Wanshou Demon King was immediately bound tightly and carried onto the Tongu War Ship, then the tail sprayed light and it flew away. The entire process could be described as coming and going in a hurry.
The various martial artists were dumbfounded.
The demon king who dominated the Extreme South was just captured and taken away by the Eternal Sect like that?
…
“Creak.”
The heavily injured Wanshou Demon King was thrown into a cell. Because it had recovered some strength on the way over, it lay on the ground roaring: “This king will never submit!”
“What’s all the noise!”
Purple Scale Demon King walked over with a stern face.
Jun Changxiao didn’t throw that guy into the Tianyuan Prison Tower, but sent it to Spirit Beast Hall’s cells. After all, they were the same species as Ah Zi, who should have a way to subdue it.
Indeed.
After seeing Purple Scale Demon King, Wanshou Demon King immediately detected the aura of its own kind.
“Who are you?”
“That question should be asked by this Hall Master.”
Ah Zi sat down, his hall master aura very strong.
“Hmph!”
Wanshou Demon King said proudly: “I am the demon king of ten thousand years of longevity from the Wanshou Mountain Range!”
“Wanshou Mountain Range?”
Purple Scale Demon King’s thoughts wandered, saying: “A place full of memories.”
“I recall several thousand years ago encountering a toad spirit being bullied by companions there. Seeing it was pitiful, I saved it and gave it several crystal cores. I wonder if it’s become stronger now.”
Hearing “toad spirit,” Wanshou Demon King’s eyes widened.
“What?”
Seeing its expression change, Purple Scale Demon King joked: “That unlucky fellow wasn’t you, was it?”
Wanshou Demon King’s voice trembled: “You… could you be… Big Brother Zi?”
“Big Brother Zi.”
Purple Scale Demon King shook his head, sighing: “Also a title full of memories.”
As he spoke, his facial features gradually changed from someone in their twenties or thirties to a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, with profound eyes and a weathered face, emanating a sense of “I haven’t been a big brother in many years.”
“Big Brother Zi!”
Wanshou Demon King said joyfully: “It’s really Big Brother Zi!”
“You’re the toad spirit?”
“That’s right, I’m the Little Toad you showed kindness to back then!”
Purple Scale Demon King stood up, turning his back to it. In his heart he cried and wailed: “After leaving the Upper Realm all these years, even the weaklings I helped have higher cultivation than me!!”