Chapter 595: The Demon King

"Truly a mad monster, dragging Daoist Tianlong along to be buried with it, the Demon King, indeed ruthless."

Jing Yuheng shook his head, inwardly quite shocked; if he himself encountered such a Demon King, he would also be doomed.

Daoist Tianlong acted ruthlessly, striking during the Thunder Tribulation, beheading the Demon King, shattering the Demon King's hope of becoming a dragon; it would be strange if he didn't go mad.

Fortunately they had left Daoist Tianlong and the others early, also staying away from the Demon King; at the critical moment they wouldn't dare act rashly, fearing the Demon King would go mad and then the fish in the pond would be harmed.

These Demon Kings, each one is very mad; one must not get too close to them, otherwise one will die a terrible death.

The Fifth Prince Qi Mingyu said coldly: "The dragon transformation hasn't failed yet; the Demon King doing this, watching with open eyes, has buried the last hope. Daoist Tianlong and Yu Chongzi are being sensed by the Thunder Tribulation, whose power has increased by at least three times. In this Thunder Tribulation, the Demon King faces more misfortune than luck."

"Daoist Tianlong and Yu Chongzi are likely to fall here as well; this outcome is exactly what we most want to see."

"But."

Jing Yuheng continued: "It's just that Mu Longhao ran away; otherwise, with him included, our operation this time would have been a success—what a pity."

Mu Longhao truly lives up to being a mouse; timid, at the first sign of danger he flees immediately, never lingering. This cautiousness is what keeps him alive; in this Thunder Tribulation, whoever is affected cannot escape.

While speaking, they stepped back a few hundred meters, not wanting to be dragged into madness by Daoist Tianlong and the others. Based on what they know of Daoist Tianlong, that person would do exactly that; he cannot survive, and the others shouldn't expect to live either.

All this is precisely what the Demon King wants to see; he wishes even more people would enter the Thunder Tribulation zone to share some of its burden. Even if they all die here, having so many accompany him in death is not a loss.

"Jing Yuheng, you still need to be more careful; Mu Longhao, this demon, must be handled with utmost caution; carelessness is not allowed."

The Fifth Prince Qi Mingyu reminded them that Mu Longhao, while hiding, has not left the area; he is concealed somewhere, waiting for a chance.

They cannot be careless; what if Mu Longhao targets them, would that not be…?

Jing Yuheng nodded: "Fifth Prince, rest assured, I won't fall for it, nor will I be blinded by the Thunder Tribulation before us."

"If any accident occurs later, please act immediately, Fifth Prince, and eliminate the danger."

The Fifth Prince Qi Mingyu nodded: "Naturally, no problem."

He came here on a mission; if he doesn't kill them, he cannot report back.

The Fortune Gold Dragon cannot be taken back; at the very least they must be killed.

The two stepped back again; Daoist Tianlong slowly moved toward them, his thoughts seeing through at a glance.

Sima Zhao's intentions are known to all passersby.

They retreated, while Daoist Tianlong kept moving, not wanting them to be marked by the Thunder Tribulation, nor wanting Jing Yuheng and the others to watch the spectacle from the side; such a good thing is naturally to be enjoyed together.

Jing Yuheng and his group kept watching them, on guard, ensuring their schemes would not succeed.

"Boom—."

The Thunder Tribulation, its power tripled, a massive bolt of lightning descended.

The two and the demon fell to the ground, their bodies charred black, unable to move.

The Thunder Tribulation in the sky reconvened; soon, another bolt will fall.

Daoist Tianlong and Yu Chongzi felt the terror of the Thunder Tribulation; their true vigor could not block it for even a quarter hour, and it shattered them on the spot.

Their mortal bodies were covered by lightning, instantly paralyzed.

Realizing it, their faces grew grim, yet they could neither dodge nor resist.

"Demon King!"

"Uncle, if this continues, we'll die here."

Yu Chongzi shouted angrily: "The Thunder Tribulation has locked onto us; even if the Demon King dies, the Thunder Tribulation will not disperse."

Unless they pass through the Thunder Tribulation, but is that possible?

The Thunder Tribulation above the sky is terrifying; no mortal strength can resist it.

"Yu Chongzi, my nephew, focus on transcending the Tribulation."

Daoist Tianlong had no other choice but to prepare to transcend the Tribulation.

If they cannot get through this Thunder Tribulation, they will remain here.

The Demon King laughed heartily: "Hahaha, Daoist Tianlong, Yu Chongzi, how does it feel? The taste of the Thunder Tribulation isn't pleasant, is it? You have no hope; settle and be turned to ash under the Thunder Tribulation."

A human body cannot withstand even a few strikes of the Thunder Tribulation.

Even the Demon King can endure more than they can; in the end, when the two die, the Demon King will not die.

"Hmph."

Daoist Tianlong let out a cold snort, drew his sword, and turned his back with a strike.

"Slash Dragon."

An angry slash, the Technique surged across.

The Demon King's laughter abruptly stopped; he opened his massive mouth, and a dim, lightless Ten Thousand Buddha Pagoda appeared, blocking the sword light.

"Bang."

The clanging of metal rang out, painfully shrill.

The Demon King retracted the Ten Thousand Buddha Pagoda, coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood; his body, struck, felt terrible, and blood seeped from the wound.

But he ignored it, staring madly at Daoist Tianlong, opening his blood‑filled gaping mouth.

"Poison gas, spurt!"

"Demon King."

"Hell."

The Demon King spewed again, surrounding the area with poisonous gas.

Daoist Tianlong and Yu Chongzi's faces turned grim; they tried to flee but found they could not escape.

Jing Yuheng and Fifth Prince Qi Mingyu's attacks came head‑on, forcing them to halt and block; the poisonous gas took the opportunity to envelop them.

Purple poisonous gas enveloped the two; the Demon King, seeing this, laughed bloodily: "Hahaha."

Observing from the shadows, Chen Chuyang sighed: "Indeed, a mad Demon King is terrifying; Daoist Tianlong and the others have suffered."

"Poison gas, Thunder Tribulation, and Jing Yuheng's attacks—being attacked from three sides, it's hard to survive."

Boom.

The thunder tribulation descends again, not as a single strike, but as over ten bolts of lightning.

The thick arms of lightning flash blue‑purple light, shattering everything.

The scent of charred roast drifts, the toxic gas dissipates.

Tian Long Daoist and Yu Chongzi are thrown backward, landing on the ground, convulsing continuously.

Lightning reverberates over them, flashing and booming.

Wan Du Demon King is the same, but he pretends not to see, staring fixedly at Tian Long Daoist with reddened eyes, inching his body forward, inch by inch, drawing near the two—Tian Long Daoist and Yu Chongzi.

Tian Long Daoist and Yu Chongzi lie on the ground, unresponsive; the thunder tribulation has plunged them into a brief unconsciousness.

Wan Du Demon King lowers his head, opens his massive blood‑filled maw, and swallows Yu Chongzi whole.

Chewing, tearing, blood—his mouth is filled with it.

He devours him in a few bites; Yu Chongzi cannot do anything, and finally meets his end inside the blood‑filled maw.

Tick.

Blood drips onto Tian Long Daoist; he suddenly flings his eyes open.

Then, he sees that Yu Chongzi has been swallowed.

No!

Yu Chongzi.

Beast, shut up.

Wan Du Demon King swallows it all, revealing a wicked smile: "The next one is you, Tian Long Daoist."

Yu Chongzi's body enters Wan Du Demon King's body, being digested, not yet reaching the lower half.

Wan Du Demon King's body begins to writhe slightly, a faint Buddha light flickers, repairing his form.

No, he is growing a body.

The lower half emerges.