Chapter 90: The Demon Saint Mansion Steps In

The Lion King originally held the mindset of watching a good show, waiting for Zhang Yi to be blown apart by the Fifth-tier Demon Core.

He was even calculating how to humiliate the Jubiao Clan once this brat exploded and died, just to vent his pent-up anger.

But as time passed second by second, Zhang Yi not only did not explode, but instead sat cross-legged, looking like an old monk in meditation.

The Lion King's heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition welled up.

He felt an inexplicable suction force, continuously drawing something out from within his body.

At first, he thought it was an illusion; after all, the Fifth-tier Demon Core was no longer in his body, so it was normal to feel a bit uncomfortable.

But as time went on, this suction force grew stronger and stronger, and the energy within his body was draining at a speed visible to the naked eye!

The Lion King panicked, completely panicked.

Without the Fifth-tier Demon Core, his strength would be greatly reduced, and these draining energies would eventually turn him into an old cat without teeth!

"Brat, what are you doing? Quickly return the Fifth-tier Demon Core to me!"

The Lion King's voice was trembling; where was the arrogance and domineering air from before?

Zhang Yi slowly opened his eyes, the energy inside his body still rampaging, making him so uncomfortable he wanted to curse.

But he still endured the discomfort, grinned at the Lion King, his white teeth flashing in the sunlight, "Return it to you? On what grounds? You gave it to me yourself; can things that have reached my hands be taken back? And you call yourself the patriarch of the Lion Clan? You don't even understand this bit of worldly wisdom?"

Zhang Yi's shameless face made the Lion King's teeth itch with hatred, yet he was helpless.

He knew clearly in his heart that now that the Fifth-tier Demon Core was in Zhang Yi's body, even if he tried his best, he might not necessarily gain any advantage.

What's more, as his energy continued to drain, he felt that even standing was becoming a struggle.

Under the Arena, the Jubiao mother, who had originally been scared pale, now saw the Lion King getting the short end of the stick and immediately perked up, shouting at the top of her lungs: "Son, well done! Don't be afraid of him, this old lion is just a paper tiger!"

Nudi watched coldly from the side, a faint, imperceptible curve tugging at the corner of her mouth.

She thought to herself: This brat is truly unexpected.

It seems I still underestimated him.

The Pterosaur was completely bewildered, unable to understand the current situation at all.

He scratched his head and muttered to himself: "This brat, what kind of monster is he exactly? He can even swallow a Fifth-tier Demon Core? Isn't he afraid of blowing himself up?"

The Lion King's eyeballs rolled around, like a desperate gambler catching sight of a final straw, and he struggled to cast his gaze toward the General Supervision Office of the Demon Saint Mansion—where an Elder with whom he had a 'deep friendship' was sitting.

Given the current situation, expecting this brat Zhang Yi to voluntarily spit out the Fifth-tier Demon Core was harder than a sow climbing a tree; he could only pin his hopes on the organizers intervening.

The guards of the Demon Saint Mansion stood like statues, indifferent to the Lion King's predicament.

The Elder on the high platform, however, was like sitting on pins and needles, fine beads of sweat seeping from his forehead.

The rules of the competition are dead, but people are alive!

The rules only stipulated some conventional foul moves, but they never said one couldn't directly swallow the opponent's Fifth-tier Demon Core!

This brat is simply exploiting a loophole in the rules!

The Elder cursed the Lion King for being stupid in his heart: coming up and shouting about giving someone a Fifth-tier Demon Core, and even delusionally hoping to use this trick to blow the person up—isn't this just digging a hole for himself?

Now it's fine; he tried to steal a chicken only to lose the rice, lifting a rock only to drop it on his own feet!

The Elder was in a dilemma.

If he stopped Zhang Yi, wouldn't the Demon Saint Mansion be slapping its own face, admitting that the rules were imperfect?

But if he didn't intervene, this old guy, the Lion King, might really end up dying here.

He had originally looked forward to a brilliant duel of dragons and tigers; who could have imagined it would evolve into this ridiculous scene?

"Sigh..."

The Elder let out a long sigh, rubbed his throbbing temples, and finally walked onto the Arena with heavy steps.

Seeing this, the Lion King felt like a drowning man grabbing a piece of driftwood, let out a long breath, and his originally ashen complexion regained a trace of color.

"Elder, you must uphold justice for me!"

The Lion King said with a mournful face, his voice hoarse, "This brat has no sense of martial ethics; he snatched my Fifth-tier Demon Core as soon as he came up, and now I have no strength in my whole body, I can't even stand steady!"

Hearing this, Zhang Yi curled his lips in disdain and said sarcastically, "Lion King, you can eat food indiscriminately, but you can't speak indiscriminately! It was clearly you who gave it to me voluntarily; how did it become me snatching it now? Your ability to turn black into white is truly a waste if you don't go become a storyteller!"

"You... you..."

The Lion King was trembling with rage, pointing at Zhang Yi and unable to speak for a long time.

The Elder coughed dryly, interrupting their argument, "Lion King, calm your impatience. Zhang Yi, don't be too smug either."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the two, "According to the competition rules, the Demon Saint Mansion will not intervene in anything that happens on the Arena as long as it does not violate the rules."

Upon hearing this, the Lion King grew anxious, "Elder, this brat is clearly playing dirty! He..."

"Shut up!"

The Elder sternly interrupted, "The rules do not state that one cannot absorb the opponent's Fifth-tier Demon Core. It was your own carelessness and underestimation of the enemy; you cannot blame others."

He turned to Zhang Yi, his tone softening slightly, "Zhang Yi, although your behavior does not violate the rules, it is also a bit... inappropriate. The Lion King is, after all, the patriarch of the Lion Clan; for you to act this way is somewhat improper."

Zhang Yi shrugged, looking innocent, "Elder, the Lion King delivered this to my door himself; I couldn't very well refuse, could I? Besides, this Fifth-tier Demon Core is full of energy and is of great benefit to my cultivation, why wouldn't I want it?"

He paused, "Elder, if you feel it's inappropriate, why don't you give me one too? I guarantee I won't refuse."

The Elder was almost choked to death by Zhang Yi's words, his face turning a shade of green and then white.

This brat is truly impervious to reason!

Below the stage, the Jubiao mother was grinning from ear to ear, shouting shrilly: "Son, well done! This old lion deserves it! Who told him to be so arrogant before!"

The Elder took a deep breath, struggling to suppress the anger in his heart, and said to Zhang Yi, "Zhang Yi, I know you are gifted, but you must also know when to stop. The Lion King is already seriously injured; if you continue to be aggressive, it would be lacking in grace."

Zhang Yi pretended to be thoughtful, rubbing his chin and saying, "Elder, you are right, I should indeed know when to stop. How about this, I'll leave him with one breath so he can go back and retire, how about that?"

As he spoke, he deliberately yawned, looking completely indifferent.

Hearing this, the Lion King almost fainted from a lack of breath.

Leave him with one breath? This brat is clearly trying to humiliate him!

The Elder's expression became even uglier.

This brat, he really is pushing his luck!

He was just about to open his mouth to reprimand him, when suddenly, Zhang Yi's expression changed, he let out a pained grunt, and his body began to tremble violently...

The Lion King became excited at once.

He shouted, "He's going to die... this brat is going to be stuffed to death... too good!"