Chapter 89: I Just Want to Stuff You to Death

At this moment, below the Arena, Ju Niao Mu Qin looked worried, while Nudi watched the Arena coldly, her eyes filled with disdain.

"This brat is truly foolish, to actually not concede. Does he really think he is a match for this Lion King? If only I had eaten that Shizhentian's Demon Core yesterday to help me break through the shackles of one or two levels, I might have had a chance to take down this Lion King..."

Nudi thought to herself.

Zhang Yi heard Nudi's inner voice and almost laughed out loud.

This woman, she really is overestimating herself!

Below the Arena, the other Demon Beasts were also all in a posture of not thinking highly of Zhang Yi, discussing it in a hubbub.

"This brat is dead for sure!"

"The Lion King is a fifth-tier great divine beast; how could a little fledgling who just broke through be a match for him?"

"Exactly, overestimating himself!"

In the eyes of these Demon Beasts, Zhang Yi only knew the Earth Escape Technique to run away.

Once the Lion King grasped this trick, Zhang Yi would have no game left.

Now, Zhang Yi was effectively out of moves.

They shook their heads one after another, their gazes mixed with disappointment and mockery.

Every Demon Beast's face wore a look of disdain, as if watching a good show with no suspense, full of sarcasm and doubt toward every move Zhang Yi made.

Once hit by the cunning Lion King's thunderous strike and having his only reliance, the Earth Escape Technique, completely neutralized, Zhang Yi would be like a lamb stuck in a quagmire, unable to move an inch, with almost no way to escape.

Some Demon Beasts even rubbed their hands in excitement, as if they couldn't wait to see the miserable sight of Zhang Yi being torn to pieces.

They believed that Zhang Yi had no fancy tricks left to play and, other than waiting for doom to arrive, had no other choice.

Some bold Demon Beasts even began to place bets on how many moves it would take for Zhang Yi to be defeated, and the odds of the bet were as dismal as his position.

The Demon Beasts were all waiting to see Zhang Yi get killed.

Below, a Demon Beast was already shouting, "Wangri Bird, hurry up and concede, don't lose your life later."

Various sounds of mockery rose and fell.

Just at this moment, Zhang Yi suddenly sighed and said to the Lion King with a sorrowful face: "Sigh, living is truly meaningless..."

The Lion King was stunned by this unprovoked remark from Zhang Yi: "What do you mean?"

Zhang Yi wiped away non-existent tears and choked out, "I am bullied by Younger Sister all day, and my mother favors her! What is the point of living? Give me your Demon Core, I'll just eat myself to death!"

Hearing this, the Lion King laughed out loud, tears even streaming out.

"You brat, are you scared silly? Is dying not easy? I will grant your wish!"

He opened his blood-red maw, and a golden, glittering Demon Core slowly rose...

Zhang Yi looked at that Demon Core, his heart trembling.

Good heavens!

This old thing actually dared to spit out his Demon Core.

It seems he is certain that I cannot refine his Demon Core!

Zhang Yi was not in a hurry.

Now, he possessed a universal divine ability.

That universal divine ability could directly convert a skill.

Moreover, this skill was super powerful.

Although it could only be used once a day, on this Arena, once was enough.

"You brat, you are truly a talent! Fine, I will grant your wish! Let me show you the power of a fifth-tier Demon Core!"

As he spoke, he really opened his blood-red maw, and a golden, glittering Demon Core, larger than a fist, floated out wobblingly.

This Demon Core radiated rich spiritual energy, and the surrounding air seemed to have solidified.

Zhang Yi was not polite either; he grabbed the Demon Core, weighed it in his hand twice, and clicked his tongue in wonder, "Yo, it's quite heavy, much better than the goods that brat Shizhentian had."

As for Demon Cores, it is not the case that the higher the cultivation, the larger the Demon Core.

Size has nothing to do with strength.

It depends on the energy contained within the Demon Core.

Those with great cultivation have great energy.

Those with small cultivation have small energy.

Zhang Yi knew that the energy of this Demon Core was above his own; if he swallowed it hard like this, he would be torn apart.

But he swallowed it anyway.

The movement was crisp and neat, just like eating a candy bean.

Below the Arena, it immediately exploded into chaos.

"Holy crap! This brat actually ate it!"

"Is he crazy? The energy of a fifth-tier Demon Core will blow him up!"

"This brat is truly a hothead, tired of living!"

Ju Niao Mu Qin covered her eyes, not daring to look, while Nudi sneered: "Utterly foolish."

The Pterosaur looked at Zhang Yi in disbelief, "What kind of ghost is this brat playing at?"

Ju Niao Mu Qin had not dared to look, and now she heard the surrounding voices saying that the stupid bird on the Arena had swallowed the Demon Core.

Ju Niao Mu Qin could no longer sit still.

She looked sharply toward the Arena.

A pair of eyes filled with worry.

In her heart, there was some lingering fear, and also some regret.

If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have encouraged my son to accept this challenge.

The Lion Clan will certainly not let him go.

"Son..."

Ju Niao Mu Qin's eyes were slightly red.

Empress Sister, standing to the side, had a look of indifference on her face.

She said slowly, "Rest assured, this kid won't die."

Upon hearing this, Ju Niao Mu Qin looked over, puzzled, "Why? How do you know?"

"That is the Demon Core of a fifth-tier Great Divine Beast."

"That Lion King is clearly trying to stuff your brother to death."

Nudi rolled her eyes, "Don't I know what kind of character that kid has? His appetite is big enough to swallow a mountain; how could he be stuffed to death by one Demon Core..."

Ju Niao Mu Qin's mouth twitched, "At a time like this, you're still bickering with your brother; your brother is about to be stuffed to death..."

Nudi was speechless in her heart, thinking to herself: It would be better if he were stuffed to death; if he is stuffed to death, I will use him for refining to strengthen myself.

On the Arena.

Zhang Yi had already sat cross-legged and began to circulate the Taotie Feast to start refining the Demon Core.

A powerful surge of energy instantly poured into his body, charging about wildly like a wild horse that had broken its reins.

"Hiss... this old lion's Demon Core really has quite a kick!"

Zhang Yi clicked his tongue in secret; this energy was far more formidable than Shizhentian's Demon Core, and it was much more difficult to refine.

He felt as if his meridians were about to burst, and his body felt like a balloon about to explode.

"No, I have to push harder!"

Zhang Yi gritted his teeth and poured in all the Refining Points he had obtained yesterday.

The power of the Taotie Feast surged instantly, crazily devouring the energy of the Demon Core.

Below the Arena, the Great Demons of the Demon Saint Mansion were all dumbfounded.

They all knew the power of a Fifth-tier Demon Core, and they knew even better that Zhang Yi was just a Great Demon who had just broken through; it was impossible for him to refine it.

"This... how is this possible?"

"He is actually really refining the Lion King's Demon Core!"

"What kind of monster is this kid?"

Their gazes involuntarily turned toward the Elder of the Demon Saint Mansion.

They all knew that this Elder and the Lion King had an extraordinary relationship, one that could be described as being as thick as thieves.

Sure enough, the expression of the Elder of the Demon Saint Mansion grew increasingly ugly.