Chapter 163: Hosting a Banquet to Entertain Zhang Yi

The Elder, who had been insufferably arrogant just a moment ago, was now lying on the ground without the slightest power to fight back.

This massive contrast left him unable to accept the situation for a moment.

The Monster Race army behind him also came to a halt one after another.

They looked at each other, each one of them beyond shocked.

"This... what on earth is going on?"

A young Monster Race guard muttered to himself.

The massive body of the Pterosaur came to an abrupt stop.

It hovered in mid-air.

The gale stirred up by its enormous wings dissipated in an instant.

Replacing it was a suffocating silence.

Its copper-bell-sized eyes were wide open, staring at the scene before it in disbelief.

It landed on the ground slowly and cautiously, its huge claws leaving deep marks in the earth.

It circled around Zhang Yi again and again, its massive head swaying back and forth.

It was as if it were confirming that what it saw was not an illusion.

"You brat... you've got some skills!"

"What about that old thing? Don't tell me... you ate him?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yi chuckled.

He symbolically picked his teeth and said with a feigned air.

"I don't have such poor taste that I'd eat just anything. That old thing's meat must be tough and stringy; I couldn't even bite through it, so I have no appetite for it."

At the same time.

The Monster King walked up to the Elder, who was slumped on the ground.

He looked down at the Elder's withered body, then looked at the vibrant Zhang Yi to the side.

His heart was churning like a stormy sea, filled with shock.

He couldn't help but want to blurt out a curse.

Yet he swallowed it back down, struggling to maintain his dignity as the Monster King.

"This... what on earth is going on?"

A young Monster Race guard couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Seeing this, Zhang Yi told the Monster King about how the Demon Saint Mansion Elder had embezzled spiritual treasures from the Monster Race Territory and colluded with the Demon Race to betray the Monster Race.

Upon hearing this, the Monster King was overcome with rage.

He stepped forward and kicked the dying Elder again, kicking him until he vomited blood; it was clear he wouldn't survive.

"What about that dog from the Demon Race? Was he caught?"

The Monster King suppressed his fury and asked Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi smiled faintly and said nonchalantly.

"The Demon Race? Oh, that thing was eaten by me and has already been refined."

"What?!"

Upon hearing this, the Monster King was shocked, his eyeballs nearly popping out.

"You say you refined the Demon Qi? That's impossible!"

"What's impossible about it?"

Zhang Yi shrugged, looking indifferent.

"Take a close sniff; I still have some residual Demon Qi on me."

The Monster King leaned in, half-doubting, and took a deep breath; a faint trace of Demon Qi indeed drifted into his nostrils.

"It really is!"

He exclaimed, his awe for Zhang Yi deepening in his heart.

He had originally thought Zhang Yi was merely powerful, but he never expected him to be capable of refining Demon Qi.

This was simply unheard of!

The surrounding Monster Race guards also crowded forward one after another.

They sniffed the aura on Zhang Yi cautiously, all of them revealing expressions of shock.

They had originally thought Zhang Yi was just a bit stronger than them, but they never expected him to be powerful to such a degree!

Being able to easily defeat a Demon Saint Mansion Elder and even refine Demon Qi—this could simply be called a legend!

"Monster King, how should this old thing be dealt with?"

Zhang Yi brushed some non-existent dust off his sleeves.

His gaze fell upon the Demon Saint Mansion Elder slumped on the ground.

The Elder was struggling, on the verge of death.

His withered body rose and fell slightly, signaling that he had not yet breathed his last.

Upon hearing this, a flash of disgust crossed the Monster King's eyes.

He snorted coldly and said, "Little Friend Zhang Yi, you may not know this, but this old thing looks sanctimonious on the surface, yet he has committed many filthy deeds behind our backs!"

"Actually, I knew long ago that he was no good."

"But I didn't expect him to actually join forces with the Demon Race to deal with the Monster Race; this is something I cannot tolerate!"

Zhang Yi smiled slightly, noncommittal.

He naturally knew what the Demon Saint Mansion Elder had done.

Just now, during the exchange, he not only broke the Elder's Demon Art but also glimpsed fragments of the Elder's memories in the process.

This Elder was corrupt and lawless, bullied the weak, and even colluded with the Demon Race; his crimes were truly unforgivable.

"Hiss... hiss..."

The Demon Saint Mansion Elder raised his head with difficulty, his murky eyes filled with pleading.

He used all his remaining strength, "Great King... spare my life... Great King..."

"Spare your life?"

The Demon King shouted in anger.

The voice echoed across the plaza like a thunderclap.

"You colluded with the Demon Race and betrayed the Monster Race; you still have the face to beg for mercy? The crimes you have committed deserve death ten thousand times over!"

Upon hearing this, the Elder trembled all over in fear.

He struggled, wanting to crawl up, but discovered he had already lost all his strength.

He could only collapse powerlessly on the ground.

He cried out hoarsely, "Great King, considering my many years of service to the Monster Race, please spare my life! I... I am willing to atone for my crimes through service!"

The Demon King, however, remained unmoved.

A flash of cold killing intent crossed his eyes.

He said sternly, "You still have the face to mention many years of service to the Monster Race? How many Monster Race citizens have you harmed over these years by taking bribes and lining your own pockets? Your so-called service was nothing more than seeking private gain for yourself!"

"Great King, I was wrong! I was truly wrong! I beg you to give me one more chance!"

The Elder begged bitterly, tears and mucus streaming down his face.

He knew his situation was hopeless and could only pin his hopes on the Demon King's mercy.

However, the Demon King's heart was already filled with rage, and he no longer paid heed to the Elder's pleas.

He then waved his large hand, ordering the several Monster Race guards behind him.

"Drag him away and throw him into the Ten Thousand Monster Furnace to be burned to death!"

The several Monster Race guards received the order, immediately stepped forward, and roughly dragged the Elder up from the ground.

The Elder struggled desperately, letting out a shrill scream, but it was to no avail.

He was dragged along, leaving a long trail of blood behind him.

Finally, he was thrown into the blazing Ten Thousand Monster Furnace.

"Ah—"

A shrill scream rang through the sky, then was swallowed by the raging fire, leaving no further sound.

The Demon King watched this scene, his eyes devoid of the slightest pity.

There was only endless disgust.

He turned around and cupped his hands toward Zhang Yi.

"Little Friend Zhang Yi, thanks to you, my Monster Race has been spared from a catastrophe! Please follow me to the Yao Wang Da Dian; I wish to reward you handsomely!"

Zhang Yi smiled slightly and returned the salute, saying, "You are too kind, Great King."

Afterward, Zhang Yi followed the Demon King and headed toward the Yao Wang Da Dian together.

The Demon King held a banquet to entertain Zhang Yi and his party.

Inside the towering Yao Wang Da Dian.

Zhang Yi sat around a massive rosewood table with Mother Jubiao, Nudi, the Wind God Pterosaur, as well as Xiao Pu and the Little Earth Dragon.

The table was laden with delicacies from land and sea, fine wines and nectars, and countless rare treasures.

These treasures were all rare items seldom seen in the Monster Race Territory.

Ordinarily, even the Demon King would be reluctant to show them to others easily.

Yet now, to express his gratitude toward Zhang Yi, the Demon King brought them all out without the slightest stinginess.