Chapter 303: with translation of title: 303
303 "Right now, while they're sick, take their lives!"
Wang Dongqing seized the moment, saying: "That little demon king, can I bring my clansmen along......"
The man gradually restrained his smile.
Wang Dongqing hurriedly said: "You also know our avian kind have become cannon fodder; other clans despise us as a nuisance and won't take us, but we also want to contribute to the demon clan's hegemony."
He pointed to Tushan Jiu and the others standing not far away, saying: "Not many, not many, our clan is just our family of five left; those few are also pitiful, after great difficulty they cultivated human forms, yet each met with misfortune, all unable to speak, mute birds, but rest assured, they're all battle‑hardened—long beaks smeared with excrement, poke anyone and they die!"
Upon hearing this, Tushan Jiu, Mumumu, and Maomao all politely curled their lips.
The man was somewhat surprised and also sympathetic; these few looked like they had successfully transformed in appearance, yet he never expected they were disabled demons.
Demon transformation is indeed extremely perilous; a slight mishap can cause an accident, resulting in disability.
He patted Wang Dongqing, comforting: "It's tough for you to drag this whole family along, alright, just follow along—since they can't speak anyway, it doesn't matter; as long as you can fight, do well, strive to kill more Mystic Masters, once we have merit we'll occupy the human world, your good days are still ahead; also, just call me Hu Nau."
Wang Dongqing gave an apologetic smile: "Okay, okay, thank you, Brother Hu, thank you, Brother Hu!"
The man nodded satisfied, turned and led the way.
Wang Dongqing changed expression in an instant, pursed his lips: "Your head is big, yet you don't seem to notice your own brain capacity, and you still call yourself Hu Nau—do you have a brother named Hu Tou? Hu Tou Hu Nao, mighty as a tiger."
He turned his head and gave Tushan Jiu and the others a gesture, indicating to follow after settling things.
But upon turning back, he saw the four all looking at him with smiling eyes; even Maomao, who usually reacts extremely slowly, caught on this time.
Maomao: "Everyone, keep track of the score; let's gang up on him when we get back."
Wang Dongqing chuckled: "Still, Sis Maomao treats me best."
Maomao: "???"
Tushan Jiu, Mumumu, and Xiang Yichu collectively let out a silent "Eh~"
The few followed behind Hu Nau and smoothly entered the main camp's open ground.
This place is equivalent to the human command headquarters, so naturally not all demons can enter.
They deceived Hu Nau precisely to be able to reach here without expending any energy, to launch a surprise attack.
As for Hu Nau's character and status, Tushan Jiu had long seen through him completely.
On the high platform.
The Great Demon King, who was meditating with closed eyes, sensed something and instantly opened his eyes.
Looking at his great‑grandson walking toward him.
He rose and slapped him, sending him flying away directly.
He roared, "You idiot, you actually invited the wolf into the house!"
Hu Nau was slapped and directly lost a row of teeth, saying: "Great‑grandfather, what are you saying? I can't hear you clearly."
No sooner had his words fallen than wails came from outside.
Even the Leopard King, who had been watching the excitement, sprang up instantly and looked toward the barrier beneath the platform.
Only five people were seen carrying magical artifacts, walking in step by step.
Hu Nau, lying on the ground, widened his eyes: At this point what's not clear? They've deceived us; those few are Mystic Masters!
He pointed at Wang Dongqing, so angry he couldn't speak, instantly transformed into a huge yellow‑white tiger, let out a sky‑shaking tiger roar, and charged forward.
Wang Dongqing curled his lips, whistled, said nothing more, picked up his peach‑wood sword, and went to meet him.
At that moment the Leopard King also turned into a leopard, saying: "You Mystic Masters really have guts, daring to barge into the demon realm alone? Fine, since provisions have been delivered to my door, I'll first eat a few of you to replenish myself!"
As he spoke, it had already lunged before them; Mumumu led with a bare‑fist strike, while Xiang Yichu's demon‑suppressing talisman emerged, forming a formation to restrain the Leopard King as much as possible.
Maomao attacked from a distance, having drawn a demon‑slaying incantation on the ghost‑beating whip, lashing it repeatedly at the Leopard King.
Yet the demon tribe possessed an absolute innate advantage in strength, and the Leopard King's power made it extremely difficult for the three of them to face him.
At this moment Tushan Jiu remained still, locking eyes with the Great Demon King on the platform.
Hu Wang glanced at the fiercely fighting group over there, smiled, and said: "Not bad, little ones of the Tushan Family, you actually managed to set up a sound‑proof formation in such a short time—no wonder you've opened the heavenly eye; you're far stronger than your great‑great‑grandfather!"
Tushan Jiu raised the Ghost Head Blade, saying: "Enough talk, hurry up and fight; after I'm done I still have to go home and eat dumplings!"
Hu Wang: "Hmph, boastful, today I'll make you know......"
Before he could finish speaking, Tushan Jiu flashed onto the high platform.
Who wastes time with harsh words in a life‑or‑death battle? Wouldn't it be better to spend that time slashing a few more times?
Hu Wang seized the blade Tushan Jiu swung down with one hand.
Originally he hadn't taken them seriously at all—just a bunch of kids; even if they were a bit stronger, they couldn't stir up any big waves, after all his cultivation had already survived one heavenly tribulation, reaching the level of an earth immortal; how could those little brats be his match?
Thus even his motion to block Tushan Jiu's move was unhurried.
But suddenly a sharp pain shot up his palm, causing him to jerk to a halt.
He looked at Tushan Jiu's Ghost Head Blade, identified it, and his face again showed surprise and greed: "Little girl, this blade!"
Tushan Jiu strained against his force, asking: "Want to know why my blade has divine power?"
Hu Wang: "Hmm, little girl, tell this king!"
Tushan Jiu gave a light chuckle, her tone calm: "You'll find out when you're dead."
Hu Wang's face darkened, a faint 'king' character appeared between his brows, he increased the pressure on his hand: "Hah, little girl, you're truly boastful; if you won't tell me, fine—I'll kill you and take it anyway."
That's divine power—nowadays even spiritual energy is scarce in society, and this divine power is comparable to a priceless treasure; if my stagnant cultivation could absorb the divine power in this blade, I would become the sole demon god of this world!
Tushan Jiu felt him increasing his force, she secretly curled her lips, thinking: "He's taken the bait."
The next second, she pretended she couldn't hold on, let go, stepped back several paces, and fell from the high platform.
The Ghost Head Blade easily fell into Hu Wang's hand.
Hu Wang, overly focused on seizing the treasure, was dazed for a moment when she let go.
Immediately afterward, Tushan Jiu closed her eyes, formed a seal and chanted, simultaneously releasing the ten‑thousand‑year ghost power and the divine power contained in the Ghost Head Blade.
In that instant, while fighting Xiang Yichu and the others, the Leopard King flung the few aside, then turned his head to look at Hu Wang on the high platform, his gaze greedily fixed on the Ghost Head Blade in his hand.
"Where did this divine power come from? With this divine power my cultivation will definitely surpass that dead tiger!" The Leopard King turned and charged toward the Tiger King on the high platform.
Seeing the Leopard King actually come over to contend for the divine power with him.
The Tiger King naturally wouldn't yield, immediately transforming into his true form and tearing at the Leopard King.
Suddenly, the Tiger King let out a miserable cry, looking at the Leopard King in disbelief: "Leopard, you actually concealed your cultivation!"
The Leopard King's eyes were already red at this moment, "Heh, what's so strange about that? Even the Mountain Goblin concealed his cultivation, after all. We're even, we originally wanted to wait until after we occupied the human world, then kill you, this dead tiger. You've already got one foot in the coffin, yet you still occupy the position of the Great Demon King. Hand over the Ghost Head Blade, or I'll kill you right now!"
The Tiger King gave a scoffing laugh, disdainfully saying: "Go ahead and try! Roar~"
The Leopard King also let out a low growl, and the two huge beasts tore at each other again.
Maomao and the others below were not idle either, working together to dispose of the Tiger Pearl.
Then they began to watch the tiger and leopard fight from across the shore.
Tushan Jiu did not relax her vigilance; a huge golden Bagua formation appeared beneath her feet, with pure golden qi circulating on it.
That was Xie Shiyu's fortune, which she used on her own Bagua formation.
Mumu asked: "Sister Jiu, is this your plan?"
"Hmm, I saw it in the prophecy—that Leopard King is no simpleton either. Not to mention just us few, even if ten more Heavenly Masters came, they'd still be no match. To save time I deliberately released this divine power as bait; they've been secretly competing for years, the Leopard King will definitely not let this chance slip. Even if they realize it later, they'll have expended most of their strength—that'll be the best moment for us to behead them!"
After saying that, Tushan Jiu's eyes flashed with a cold glint as she looked at the Tiger King and Leopard King on the high platform, both wounded badly.
The Life Gate swiftly halted beneath their five feet, while the Death Gate expanded without limit aimed at the Tiger King and Leopard King, surrounding them.
With a thought, the Ghost Head Blade that was originally beside the Tiger King vanished instantly, and the next second it appeared in Tushan Jiu's hand.
"Now, while they're indisposed, take their lives!"
End of Chapter
