Chapter 146

Ah!

With the barefoot monk's angry shout echoing, a high, clear eagle cry rang out from the sky.

Immediately, Qin Shuo saw a golden giant eagle swoop through the air, and on its back stood two figures, one large and one small.

"Old monk, hand over that brat beside you, and this king will spare your life."

The tiger-skinned man roared with a feral grin, his voice like rolling heavenly thunder, shaking people's eardrums with pain and making their blood surge.

As the sound waves rolled, the golden eagle landed.

Only a flash of golden light was seen, and the sky-covering golden giant eagle vanished, replaced by a hook-nosed youth holding a feather fan.

Beside him, the Qingyi woman, her feet not touching the ground, took lotus steps.

And the tiger-skinned man, with his robust build and rough aura, wore a feral grin, his eyes gleaming with vicious light, like a beast spotting prey, sharp and intimidating.

"Three Demon Kings?!"

The old monk's long eyebrows twitched, his two eyes flashing with intimidating golden light, then he gave Qin Shuo a somewhat teasing look and said:

"Qin Shuo, these three Demon Kings seem to have come for you!"

"I don't know them at all."

Qin Shuo's face sank like water; if it weren't for the old monk's Golden Bell Shield, he would now want to turn and run wildly.

Demon Kings, those are beings in the demon race capable of matching Martial Arts Grandmasters.

With three arriving at once, and clearly coming for him, he couldn't help but feel tense.

"It must be that Qin Shuo killed the Xiaoyue Demon King, so the demon sages of the Ten Thousand Mountains sent these three to kill you." The old monk explained.

"Master, can you handle them?" Qin Shuo's palms were slightly sweaty.

He actually had one more thing unsaid: if you, old monk, can't handle them, then quickly withdraw the Golden Bell Shield and let me escape!

Under this golden bell cover, when the Demon Kings attack later, he won't be able to run even if he wanted to.

"Just three Demon Kings!"

The old monk flicked his long eyebrows, clasped his hands behind his back, and stepped out of the range of the Golden Bell's cover.

At the same time, Qin Shuo heard a voice only he could hear in his ear:

"Qin Shuo, remain within the Golden Bell. This bell is formed from a wisp of the old monk's Dragon-Elephant True Gang, sufficient to block a Demon King's full-force strike; with this bell, you will be safe and sound."

As the words fell, the old monk lightly tapped his foot, and his figure floated up onto the roof.

"Old monk, are you deaf? This king is speaking to you."

The tiger-skinned man's voice boomed, like a golden bell buzzing and vibrating.

Although a hundred zhang away, the young monks and staff monks in the courtyard still had their ears shaken into soreness.

"These three... are Demon Kings?"

Having witnessed the golden giant eagle landing and transforming into a human,

the monks of Dalong Temple could no longer fail to recognize that the three in strange attire were Demon Kings capable of matching Martial Arts Grandmasters.

Among demon races, aside from the few races exceptionally skilled in transformation techniques, only Demon Kings can assume human form.

For a moment, all the monks in the courtyard showed looks of shock and horror.

In Fengyang City.

Besides Dalong Temple, people from Wind Thunder Valley and the Giant Whale Gang are also stationed.

At this moment, after hearing the tiger-skinned man's shouting, several figures darted out like startled swallows from a recently built teahouse, landing on the rooftops opposite the street, gazing toward the direction of Dalong Temple.

"Those three are..."

Meng Qianche, Elder of the Giant Whale Gang, narrowed his eyes, gazing at the tiger-skinned man far away in the distance of a thousand meters.

From that man, he sensed a powerful aura that made his heart leap with shock.

When his gaze turned to the Qingyi woman and the feather-fan youth, the same unease welled up in his heart.

Especially the Qingyi woman, who gave him the feeling of being even more dangerous than the tiger-skinned man.

"Three Grandmasters!?"

Meng Qianche raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes full of doubt.

There are only a few Grandmasters in Yunzhou City; where did these three come from, and why has he never seen them before?

"They are not Grandmasters, but Demon Kings."

At this moment, Yan Jueming, a heroic man in the True Disciple robes of Wind Thunder Valley, spoke up, his tone firm and solemn.

"Demon Kings?"

Meng Qianche was startled and lost color, after a brief daze, he hurriedly instructed his subordinates: "Urgent contact with the gang leader, Demon Kings have appeared in Fengyang City, request immediate reinforcements."

Afterwards, he turned his head to look at Yan Jueming, the True Disciple of Wind Thunder Valley, and said:

"Yan True Disciple, three Demon Kings have simultaneously appeared in Yunzhou; this is an unprecedented event in a century; I don't know if True Disciple has ever sought aid from the valley?"

"Of course." Yan Jueming nodded heavily.

The struggle between demons and humans has never ceased since ancient times, having already lasted nearly ten thousand years.

Slaying demons and eliminating evil is a mission engraved in the bones of every human martial artist.

No matter how the three major sects of Yunzhou secretly contend with each other, when facing demons, no one dares to be vague; they must report immediately and respond urgently.

On the small courtyard's roof.

The barefoot monk spread his palm, and a thick-as-an-arm Panlong Changgun instantly shot out from somewhere in the courtyard, landing steadily in his hand.

"Old monk, you're refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit!"

Seeing this, the tiger-skinned man grinned ferally:

"But this move suits this king's taste perfectly; after months out of the mountains, this king has been bored stiff, so it's just right to use you as a sacrifice to this king's Five Visceras Temple!"

Boom!

The thick sole of the foot stomped down heavily, and on the long street, it was as if a bomb had exploded.

The ground rippled with visible waves of qi, mud, sand, and stones instantly exploded, and a hurricane-like airflow surged forth.

As the tiger-skinned man stepped forward and charged out, rolling air currents accompanied by stone fragments shot up into the sky beside him.

From afar, it looked just like a dragon tornado sweeping across, the air waves rolling, the momentum extremely terrifying.

Roar!

It seemed as if a heaven-shaking tiger's roar echoed.

In the blink of an eye, that hundred-zhang-long hurricane dragon came raging, and wherever it passed, the air currents churned, stones flew sideways, and rolling smoke and dust were kicked up.

All the monks of Dalong Temple were dumbfounded, shocked by that hundred-zhang wind dragon, even forgetting to flee.

Meng Qianche and Yan Jueming, watching from afar, only felt the hairs on their backs stand on end, their scalps going numb.

There has always been a saying in the jianghu: grandmasters clashing can destroy cities and shake mountains, cleaving ten li of rivers.

Now it seems, even if somewhat exaggerated, it's probably not far off.

No wonder the Xiaoyue Yaowang, relying solely on his own strength, could slaughter Fengyang City with its population of over ten thousand.

This Yaowang's destructive power is truly terrifying.

Roar!

The tiger's roar shook the heavens.

Even Qin Shuo, inside the golden bell, felt the tiger-skinned man's overwhelming momentum, like a river flood.

Seeing the tiger-skinned man about to drag the rolling wind dragon and charge into Dalong Temple's courtyard, the long-browed old monk holding the staff finally moved.

Swish!

Everyone only felt a flash of golden light, not even seeing clearly how the old monk moved.

Thud!

But the next moment, the earth rumbled with a sound.

Everyone only felt the ground tremble beneath their feet, the earth shaking like a tide, as if a great mountain had landed, and in a daze, it seemed dragon chants and elephant cries echoed.

Bang!

The hundred-zhang wind dragon was scattered by a single foot!

Then everyone saw the tiger-skinned man heavily struck by the Panlong Changgun, his sturdy body flying back faster than he came.

Just like a baseball, slammed and sent flying.

"What?"

The Qingyi Woman and the feather-fan youth's pupils shrank sharply.

This old monk……what tremendous strength!

The Huwang's fleshly body, among the demon kings, counts as top-tier, his palm strength enough to easily shatter mountains.

But now, this one who roamed the Ten Thousand Mountains and subdued countless demon kings with his fleshly body, was actually sent flying by brute force.

Is this old monk still human?

Boom—!

The tiger-skinned man heavily smashed onto the street, sliding nearly a kilometer before barely stopping.

The friction between his body and the ground plowed a giant trench a kilometer long and several meters deep.

One can imagine how terrifying that collision was, almost mythical, leaving all onlookers stunned beyond words.

"My heavens, is this the might of a grandmaster?" someone whispered low, voice full of shock.

Although Yunzhou has grandmasters stationed, and not just one, they rarely make a move.

Even in sparring, it's only to a light touch.

Such an all-out slaughter, even Meng Qianche and Yan Jueming, have never seen before.

Roar!

After steadying his stance, the tiger-skinned man let out a long roar that echoed through the heavens.

He took a step forward, the aura on his body like oil on fire, instantly surging to an extremely terrifying level.

As if substantial, black killing qi spread from his body.

His figure suddenly rose by over a zhang, transforming into a humanoid fierce tiger, tiger stripes covering his entire body, muscles bulging like coiling dragons, full of explosive power, giving an extremely strong visual impact.

"Good good good, old bald donkey, this king has taken a liking to you, come again!"

Boom!

The Huwang stood upright like a man, his stride carrying the momentum of a tiger's pounce, a hurricane sweeping across, like a mountain collapsing.

Ferocious and violent.

Overbearing to the extreme!

【111> Even Meng Qianche and the others, far away by several li, only felt their hearts and spirits sway, unable to help wanting to flee.

Even Meng Qianche and the others, far away by several li, felt their minds swaying and could not help but want to turn and flee.

That aura, truly too terrifying!

"Attack together, this old monk possesses Martial Saint Divine Ability, the Huwang is no match for him."

Amidst the rolling tiger roars, the Qingyi Woman suddenly spoke, her lovely form transforming into a nine-tailed spirit fox, forming a pincer with the Huwang, and pouncing toward the Chijiao Heshang.

In an instant, Meng Qianche and the others only felt fox shadows filling the sky, spirit fox apparitions everywhere, unable to tell which were real and which were false.

The feather-fan youth, hearing this, shifted his form, becoming a Jin Ying darting forward sideways.

But he was not charging toward the old monk, but directly lunging at the golden great bell in the courtyard.