Chapter 1501

When the demon beasts reach the end, their struggle is about physical toughness; at this stage, whoever has a stronger physique and more methods will ultimately be the winner.

The Mangshan Demon Emperor lost one of its two heads; the remaining skull bites into Black Tiger's body, injecting venom—clearly the dose is insufficient, while Black Tiger also tears at its neck, hoping to bite it off and swallow it whole.

Moreover, Black Tiger radiates purple light all over, its fur turning into weapons like a porcupine, interwoven into the Mangshan Demon Emperor's body; those hairs hide venom, likewise injecting poison—Black Tiger's moves are more frightening and also……disgusting, but in terms of venom it falls short of the Mangshan Demon Emperor.

Their life-and-death struggle attracted no interference; several Demon Kings stood afar, ceasing their attacks. Lan Tiansheng watched with interest, inwardly scoffing: "Tsk tsk, I didn't expect Black Tiger to be so formidable as to force Your Excellency the Demon Emperor to fight with pure strength."

"That works too; it'd be best if they both perish together, then I needn't scheme, and my master will be very pleased."

"Neither of them should survive; best they die together, so I can rest easy."

The other few Demon Kings lack ambition, or rather they wouldn't slaughter everyone after taking that position; Black Tiger is ambitious, and his current cooperation with him is merely superficial, not genuine.

Once his strength is sufficient, he will surely strike against him, and the same goes for the other Demon Kings—he will surely find a way to eliminate them, then reign supreme and retrain his own subordinates.

A glance at Bai Xinlan and the others showed they shared the same thought—no one wanted to intervene, for whoever did so now would suffer misfortune; Black Tiger and the Mangshan Demon Emperor awaited someone to intervene, thereby breaking their stalemate.

The Mangshan Demon Emperor has many tricks; his whole body is poison, so approaching him—whether or not one attacks—will be affected by him.

Likewise, Black Tiger suffers from being entangled; his flesh is compressed, continually twisted, bones shatter, flesh becomes distorted—if it continues, his body cannot endure it, besides the venom there is also that binding force.

The Mangshan Demon Emperor truly intends to kill him; against such a traitorous Demon King, a killing blow is necessary, otherwise it cannot intimidate the other Demon Kings.

"Black Tiger, Zhang Mang, the two of them are locked in a stalemate; I cannot act, nor can I break the balance."

"Mutual destruction is best; that's what the other Demon Kings also want."

Bai Xinlan glanced around and reached this conclusion: the other Demon Kings, like her, are merely watching the show, wanting to see them die and then scoop up a share, with no one wanting to intervene.

If even one of them escapes, it will become troublesome.

No matter who survives, they will be difficult to deal with.

Diewumeng was eager to try, yet held back; if she stared at their bodies, she had other schemes in mind.

She stepped forward two steps; the others' gazes focused on her. Diewumeng smiled faintly, indicating she would not act, urging those present not to act impulsively or intervene.

The Hornet King certainly won't intervene; this battle has proceeded to this point, clearly achieving his aim, which is enough.

The rest is left to fate's choice; whoever ultimately survives will be slain by them.

"Others think as I do; they all wish them dead—whether Black Tiger or Zhang Mang, their threat is great, so death is best."

"That woman Diewumeng seems interested in their corpses, especially the Demon Emperor's—this body is a treasure; we can't let her take it all."

"Before they're even dead, they're already plotting how to divide the spoils."

Black Tiger, suffering from the entanglement, roared: "Why aren't you acting? What are you waiting for?"

Yet he found that none of the surrounding Demon Kings made a move; they chose to watch.

"Lan Tiansheng, have you forgotten what you promised me? If you still don't act, don't blame me for being rude."

"If provoked, he will lower his head and then cooperate with the Mangshan Demon Emperor to slaughter all of them."

"Toward traitors, Black Tiger feels intense loathing, but he can also choose to submit."

"Here, Black Tiger, don't rush; the Demon Emperor will die soon, just hold on a bit longer." Lan Tiansheng unhurriedly decided to act, for if he didn't, he feared Black Tiger would truly kneel and then join forces with the Demon Emperor to deal with them.

That was not the scene he wanted to see; he charged straight at the Mangshan Demon Emperor.

But he could not pierce its defense; his attack existed, yet was not strong enough.

At most it would only cause the Mangshan Demon Emperor pain, not be fatal.

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Black Tiger sensed the Demon Emperor gradually weakening, and urged anxiously: "Lan Tiansheng, keep attacking, don't stop; the Demon Emperor will die soon, and we will win shortly."

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Lan Tiansheng placed both hands on the ground and sneered at Black Tiger: "Black Tiger, this next move might hurt you—be careful."

Black Tiger's face changed, and he immediately said: "Wait, Lan Tiansheng, what are you doing?"

Lan Tiansheng scoffed: "Naturally, to kill the Demon Emperor—isn't that what you demanded?"

Blue Heart Entwining (technique)

Black Tiger, Mang Mountain Demon King, Blue Heart Grass

They were wrapped up; those Blue Heart Grasses were like hell, devouring the two and intertwining with their bodies.

Each stalk of Blue Heart Grass was like a blade, piercing their bodies—whether Black Tiger or the Mangshan Demon Emperor, all were run through by these grasses.

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Blood stained the Blue Heart Grass red; each stalk was soaked with their blood, the two kinds mingling together.

the two demons

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Seeing this, Lan Tiansheng smiled and said: "Black Tiger, how do you find this move?"

Black Tiger glared at Lan Tiansheng with venom: "Lan Tiansheng, you dare……"

"Black Tiger, this is what you asked for; you forced me to act, though I didn't want to."

Black Tiger, Blue Sky Saint

Lan Tiansheng spread his hands, adopting an air of "I didn't want to act; you made me do it, and now that I have, you're dissatisfied."

"Look—now that I've acted, I nearly killed the Demon Emperor, yet you complain again, making things difficult for me."

"Lan Tiansheng, I curse your grandfather, you bastard……"

Black Tiger was freed, while the Mangshan Demon Emperor's body became like a porcupine interwoven with the grasses; he too suffered, his body threaded with Blue Heart Grass that devoured their flesh and vitality, growing ever stronger, taking root in their flesh—disgusting to the extreme.

Although it cannot kill them, it makes both miserable; letting the Blue Heart Grass continue to grow, they will soon become its nourishment.

Black Tiger released the Mangshan Demon Emperor, enduring excruciating pain, shot upward, and forcibly pulled out those Blue Heart Grasses.

Fresh blood fell like rain from the sky, dyeing the surrounding earth red.