Chapter 1918

Myriad Demon Hall.

Pig Dharma Protector clasped his hands, gazing into the distance, seeing no movement at all, as if Kunpeng Guardian had left, yet no great battle had erupted—all of this was extremely strange and eerie, not like Kunpeng Guardian's nature; if his avatar had been obliterated, he would surely have unleashed a slaughter.

Yet no news arrived; if a Strong One of that level had taken action, he would surely have sensed it, but up to now there has been no sensation at all.

How strange—why is there no reaction at all? Has Kunpeng Guardian changed his nature and refrained from acting, or did he act so swiftly that Cangzhou offered no resistance, leaving everything so tranquil?

No, that's not like Kunpeng Guardian's character—finding the killer and killing him, then that's it?

Pig Dharma Protector would not believe Kunpeng Guardian could be so easily spoken to, nor that he would be so kind; that is one of his avatars, and to slay an avatar is tantamount to slaying him—no one could tolerate that, and he would surely unleash a slaughter to warn others.

Otherwise, others would follow suit, wouldn't that just be inviting trouble for oneself?

The dignity of a Strong One must not be trampled, no exception.

Let me sense carefully.

After a moment, Pig Dharma Protector frowned: 'Still nothing, nothing at all, not even Kunpeng Guardian's aura—could it be blocked? A formation?'

Could Kunpeng Guardian have met with misfortune? Impossible—over in Cangzhou the strongest are only at the third heaven of the Tribulation Realm; such weaklings could not possibly harm Kunpeng Guardian, and even if an ancient monster lay hidden, given Kunpeng Guardian's speed, if he wanted to flee, no one could stop him.

As everyone knows, Kunpeng Guardian's speed is unmatched even within the Myriad Demon Hall, with none able to compare—not even the Demon Emperor in speed; otherwise, why would Kunpeng Guardian be the Dharma Protector of the Myriad Demon Hall, able to hold that position for so many years without anyone able to shake it?

As fellow Dharma Protectors, Pig Dharma Protector naturally knows Kunpeng Guardian's strength and also knows how troublesome he is—whether in Cangzhou or Lingzhou, basically no one can kill him, and even if he went there, he would hardly perish.

What on earth has happened? Why can't I sense anything? Over by the Mangshan Mountain Range in Cangzhou, there's nothing at all.

Pig Dharma Protector looked a few more times, still nothing; his brows knit tight, he could only wait.

Also the Myriad Demon Hall.

Beneath the volcano.

The Fire Turtle Demon King poked out a head, bubbles constantly rising from the surrounding lava; that head was large, inconspicuous amidst the lava, countless streams of lava slid off his body, and the Fire Turtle Demon King gazed toward the direction of Cangzhou.

I have sensed it—Kunpeng Guardian has grown weak; he is about to die.

Indeed, my calculations were correct—Cangzhou is Kunpeng Guardian's burial place; I never expected him to die so soon.

Tsk tsk, Cangzhou is very cautious, not leaking a trace of aura.

The Myriad Demon Hall still doesn't know what's happened over there, and I won't tell them; once Kunpeng Guardian dies, they'll naturally find out.

Kunpeng Guardian's demise is a good thing for me.

Elsewhere in the Myriad Demon Hall.

The Six-Eyed Demon King opened his eyes, his pupils narrowing as he looked closely; his face bore six eyes, which all opened together.

Hum.

A chilling light pressed in, three pairs of eyes fixed ahead, and the Six-Eyed Demon King said coldly: 'They're coming.'

Can they kill Kunpeng Guardian? I have given them so much information; they should be able to slay him.

Kunpeng Guardian must die; if he doesn't, I will die.

The Six-Eyed Demon King knows full well that his own deeds won't bear scrutiny; a little investigation would reveal that he did it.

If those matters were to leak out, he would surely be punished by the Myriad Demon Hall; the Six-Eyed Demon King now hopes Kunpeng Guardian dies quickly, and absolutely does not want him to return alive… or cause him trouble.

Only the dead can keep a secret.

'Master, you must speed up; over here in the Myriad Demon Hall, they might soon sense something amiss.' The Six-Eyed Demon King sensed many spiritual senses sweeping across the Myriad Demon Hall, scanning along the Mangshan Mountain Range; those people seemed to have detected the problem.

It's only been a short while; they still can't notice it.

It won't stay hidden for long; a Strong One of that level wanting to crack a formation would find it easy.

On Longshe Shan.

Qinglong Daoren received the Six-Eyed Demon King's message, not in a hurry, and said coldly: 'Knowing is knowing; so what? Even if the Myriad Demon Hall rushes here, they'd need at least three days. The fastest Kunpeng Guardian is here, and even if others were faster, they still couldn't match Kunpeng Guardian's off chance—making it to this place within a day is unlikely.'

Given Kunpeng Guardian's condition, let alone a day, lasting even three hours would be considered impressive.

Deadly poison has entered his body, compounded by his own cultivation issues; previous wounds remain unhealed, and various problems erupt together. Kunpeng Guardian's demon soul has been slain several times already, leaving him covered in scars; the sword formation of the Azure Heaven Sovereign has sliced away too much of his soul, and that demon soul has reached its limit.

He, the Protector, cannot suppress his own body; the eruption of those toxins is proof.

He, his days are numbered.

Qinglong Daoren neither went out nor took action; the more critical the moment, the more he needed to stay seated and remain steady.

Bai Xinlan worriedly said: 'Qinglong Daoren, you'd better not act; assess the situation—there's no need for you to personally intervene.'

I know.

Outside, the Heishanyang stared at Kunpeng Guardian, its eyes shifting, as if a new idea had formed; it harbored a wicked thought, wanting to devour Kunpeng Guardian—before, Kunpeng Guardian was too strong for it to eat, but now perhaps it could.

The Heishanyang felt capable again.

Qinglong Daoren urgently transmitted: 'Don't court death; even if Kunpeng Guardian is heavily wounded, killing you is still easy.'

The Heishanyang quickly replied: 'I was just thinking, no other intentions.'

Hehehe.

Pfft.

Kunpeng Guardian stepped forward, just lifted his foot, his body uncontrollably about to collapse, he immediately braced against the ground, fresh blood spurting out—green blood mixed with toxic gas—he had reached his limit.

Cough cough cough.

Each cough felt like it took his life; after Kunpeng Guardian spattered blood all over the ground, he rose again, his body frail, trembling, ready to collapse at any moment, yet he still stood.

You all are excellent; countless years have passed, and you are the first to have forced this Dharma Protector to this point.

This Dharma Protector tells you, thinking that this would be enough to kill this Dharma Protector, you're dreaming.

Kunpeng Guardian reached out, stroked his own spine, and forcefully pulled out his spinal bone.

The bloody spinal bone pulled out, trembled, blood dropped; Kunpeng Guardian's demonic power coated the spinal bone, and soon this spinal bone was refined into a spear.

The Decayed Abyss Peng Bone Spear, one of Kunpeng Guardian's weapons, one of the Monster Race's ferocious arms, heavy with killing aura.