Chapter 91: Stop the Nagging

Zhang Yi felt as if he had swallowed a red-hot coal, his internal organs churning like a stormy sea.

The Demon Beast core of the Lion King rampaged within his body, like a wild horse that had broken its bridle, wantonly trampling his meridians.

He gritted his teeth, the veins on his forehead bulging, and mentally cursed the ancestors of that dead lion eighteen generations back.

"Universal Divine Skill, activate for me!"

Zhang Yi chanted silently in his heart, hoping for a miracle to appear.

However, what responded to him was a deathly silence.

"What the hell?"

Zhang Yi's heart skipped a beat, and a chill shot from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head. This Universal Divine Skill was his trump card; for it to fail at a critical moment, wasn't this going to cost him his life?

At this moment, the system's mechanical voice rang out in his mind.

【Host, the Universal Divine Skill cannot convert the same type of energy within a short period.

You absorbed Hu Mei'er's energy yesterday, so you cannot absorb the energy of the Demon Beast core today.】

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yi nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood.

"Damn it! Why does this broken system have such a restriction? It didn't say anything sooner or later, and only speaks up when I'm about to explode and die!"

He felt such regret in his heart that his intestines turned green.

Had he known this Universal Divine Skill had this flaw, he wouldn't have tried to show off.

Now it was a fine mess; he had tried to steal a chicken only to lose the rice, and had trapped himself.

Zhang Yi's face turned even more purple than a pig's liver, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down from his forehead.

He felt his body was like a balloon about to explode, ready to burst into pieces with a 'bang' at any moment.

Seeing her son's complexion looking wrong, Jubiao's mother below the Arena was scared out of her wits and screamed at the top of her lungs: "Son! What's wrong with you? Don't scare your mother!"

The Pterosaur was also dumbfounded.

He had originally thought Zhang Yi was some peerless genius, but he hadn't expected him to be such a reckless fool, actually daring to swallow a Demon Beast core raw; wasn't this just looking for death?

As for the Lion King, his mood at this moment could be described as a mixture of many flavors.

He had watched with his own eyes as his Demon Beast core was swallowed by Zhang Yi, and had assumed the brat would surely die, allowing him to vent his pent-up anger.

Who would have thought that not only did the brat not die, but he had turned himself into this ghostly state.

Without the support of the Demon Beast core, the Lion King's body withered rapidly, his once robust frame becoming shriveled and weak, like a deflated ball.

He collapsed on the Arena like a pile of mud, lacking even the strength to move a finger.

The Elder of the Demon Saint Mansion had a face as dark as iron, standing beside the Lion King like an angry statue.

Zhang Yi had swallowed the Lion King's Demon Beast core, and after some negotiations, had refused to give him face; this was simply slapping him in the face, slapping the Demon Saint Mansion in the face!

He cursed the Lion King for being stupid in his heart, and also cursed Zhang Yi for being bold.

Now it was a fine mess; the matter had blown up, how was he supposed to clean it up?

The Elder took a deep breath, struggling to keep himself calm.

He walked in front of Zhang Yi and said in a deep voice: "Zhang Yi, by doing this, aren't you going a bit too far?"

Zhang Yi lifted his head with difficulty, squeezing out a smile that looked worse than crying, "Elder, it's not that... the situation is special..."

"Special?"

The Elder let out a cold snort, "You are challenging the authority of the Demon Saint Mansion!"

Zhang Yi cursed inwardly: Old bastard, stop pinning labels on me! Isn't this whole mess caused by that dead lion himself? If he hadn't voluntarily given me the Demon Beast core, would I have swallowed it?

However, the situation was stronger than the man, and he didn't dare to go head-to-head with the Elder.

He endured the energy churning like a stormy sea within his body.

"Special? Hah!"

The Elder's beard trembled, "Now I will ask you one last time, will you hand it over, or not?"

His pair of cloudy old eyes stared fixedly at Zhang Yi, as if trying to see right through him.

Zhang Yi cursed inwardly: Old thing, you refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit!

I'm about to explode, and you're still here nagging at me!

If it weren't for the fact that you're an Elder, I would have slapped you to death already!

Zhang Yi felt his internal organs were about to be squeezed into a ball; he tried desperately to breathe, but felt as if an invisible giant hand was gripping his throat.

"I'll give you one last chance!"

The Elder's voice was like a death warrant from hell, "Hand over the Demon Beast core, and then you and I shall have a fair and square duel! Otherwise..."

The Elder did not finish his sentence, but the unspoken meaning made people shudder.

Below the Arena, all the Demon Beasts held their breath and watched the scene on the stage.

"This... this broken bird, isn't he a bit too bold?"

A roe deer spirit said, trembling, "The Demon Saint Mansion Elder has come out in person, and he doesn't give him any face at all."

"Indeed."

A fox spirit chimed in, "This brat is finished; he has completely angered the people of the Demon Saint Mansion."

"Angering them is nothing."

A wild boar spirit said in a muffled voice, "He won't even keep his life now; look at his state, he'll probably be burst to death soon."

"Sigh, what a pity."

"This brat is quite handsome, but it's a pity he's a reckless fool."

Listening to the discussion of the Demon Beasts below the stage, Zhang Yi felt so aggrieved!

Damn it, I'm about to die, and you lot still have the heart to watch the show!

He gritted his teeth, endured the energy churning like a stormy sea within his body, and struggled to keep himself conscious.

Zhang Yi felt like a balloon about to explode, ready to burst into pieces with a 'bang' at any moment.

Gold stars danced before his eyes, his ears were buzzing, and he could no longer even hear the gloating discussions from those below the Arena.

Only one thought remained in his mind: it's over, barbecue, this time I'm really done for!

Just then, a fiery red figure swept onto the Arena, as fast as a bolt of lightning.

Zhang Yi saw vaguely that the person who had arrived was none other than Nudi.

"Elder? Are your old eyes failing you? Can't you see he is about to burst from the pressure right now?"

Nudi's voice was crisp and powerful, carrying a hint of unquestionable majesty, "If he could have removed the Demon Core himself, he would have done so long ago!"

Upon hearing this, the Demon Saint Mansion Elder nearly choked and passed out.

He pointed at Nudi, his beard trembling, unable to speak for a long time.

"You... and where did you bird come from?"

He finally managed to squeeze out a sentence, "Oh, you are also a Wangri Bird, you are together, right? I remember now, you seem to be this bird's Younger Sister..."

Before he could finish, Nudi impatiently interrupted him: "Stop yapping, hurry up and act, help him remove the Demon Core! If you dawdle any longer, this lousy bird will burst to death, and by then, the Demon Core will be shattered by him too, and this lion will either die or lose half his life!"

The Elder's face turned shades of green and white, as colorful as a painter's palette.

In all his long years of life, this was the first time he had been so humiliated by a couple of lousy birds.

He, a dignified Elder of the Demon Saint Mansion, was actually being pointed at and scolded by these juniors; if this were to spread, where would he put his old face?

Fury burned in his heart, and he wished he could slap these two birds who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth to death.