Chapter 38: Black Dragon Mo Cang, My Seventh Brother is the Great Sage Equal to Heaven

"Indeed, this King is the master of this Black Wind Sea area, Mo Cang!" The black-robed youth stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at Su Chen from above, his eyes carrying a trace of scrutiny and arrogance. "Who are you? Why did you hurt my patrolling Yaksha for no reason?"

Although he was questioning, his tone was not as arrogant as the Yaksha's before.

Clearly, Su Chen's light-handed "Immobilization Technique" just now had made him quite wary in his heart.

Su Chen did not want to entangle with him too much and repeated: "This poor Daoist is Wu Chen, a wandering Daoist from the Western Continent of Xiuniu, passing through this area. Your subordinate spoke rudely and intended to snatch this poor Daoist's magic tool; this poor Daoist merely punished him slightly, which can already be considered showing mercy."

"Showing mercy?" Mo Cang sneered upon hearing this. "Even if you beat a dog, you have to look at its master. You moved my people in this Black Wind Sea area; that is not giving me, Mo Cang, face. You want to brush the matter aside with a single sentence of 'showing mercy'?"

His tone shifted, and a trace of greed flashed in his eyes: "However, this King is not an unreasonable person. I see that you, Daoist, have considerable cultivation; you must have some background. How about this: hand over the method for the immobilization divine ability you just used to this King. I will let today's matter slide, how about that?"

He had actually taken a liking to Su Chen's Immobilization Technique.

Su Chen almost laughed out loud when he heard this.

What is wrong with these demon races, one by one?

If they don't agree, they want to snatch other people's things.

The small demon just now wanted him to leave road money.

Now this Mo Cang wants to snatch his divine ability.

Are the demon races of the West Sea all born as robbers?

"You are joking, Fellow Daoist." Su Chen shook his head, his tone carrying a trace of mockery. "This divine ability is a secret of my sect that is not to be passed on; how can it be easily shown to others? You should change your conditions."

"Sect?" Mo Cang raised an eyebrow. "Oh? This King is curious: where did you study, Daoist? Tell me, perhaps this King recognizes it."

In his view, he had heard of most of the famous immortal sects in the Western Continent of Xiuniu.

The Daoist before him had some means, but his cultivation was only that of a Human Immortal; he thought his sect couldn't be that strong.

Su Chen naturally could not reveal the name of Patriarch Patriarch Puti.

So, he only said: "My master is a recluse in the mountains; his name is not worth mentioning to outsiders."

"A recluse in the mountains?" Mo Cang's smile grew wider upon hearing this answer.

"Hahahaha! So it's a wild Daoist with no background! I thought you were a high disciple of some famous sect!" Mo Cang laughed toward the sky. "Boy, are you trying to amuse this King?"

His laughter ceased, and his expression turned gloomy instantly.

"This King saw that your cultivation was not easy, so I kindly negotiated with you. But you refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit! Since you are like this, today, you can leave your life here!"

Mo Cang finished his words and stopped wasting time.

He opened his mouth and spat, and a black light flew out, growing in the wind and transforming into a black spear eight feet long.

Black energy swirled around the spear body, and a dragon's roar could be faintly heard.

"Die!"

Mo Cang held the spear, his figure moved, and he transformed into a black stream of light, shooting toward Su Chen.

As he thrust the spear, demon power gathered at the tip, actually triggering the sound of wind and thunder between heaven and earth, bringing up black lightning; the momentum was terrifying.

Facing this strike, Su Chen's face finally revealed a trace of solemnity.

Mo Cang's strength was more than a level stronger than the snake demon he had fought for the cave abode on the West Sea coast.

He did not dare to be negligent; with a thought, the plain-looking wood-chopping axe appeared in his hand again.

Immortal essence surged in frantically, and golden light flourished on the axe blade.

"Well struck!"

Su Chen did not retreat but advanced, raised the Mountain-Opening Axe in his hand, and slashed fiercely at the black spear.

He poured all his vigorous immortal essence of the Human Immortal Realm and the overbearing axe intent derived from ten thousand times of wood-chopping into this one axe.

"Clang!"

A deafening sound of metal clashing exploded in mid-air.

The axe blade and the spear tip collided fiercely.

A visible shockwave of energy centered on the two of them and spread wildly toward the surroundings.

The sea surface below was pressed by this force and actually sank several dozen yards, forming a massive crater.

"Stomp, stomp, stomp!"

Su Chen's figure retreated one after another in mid-air.

And Mo Cang, on the opposite side, was even more disheveled.

He felt an indescribable, overbearing force coming from the spear, shaking his tiger's mouth until it was numb, and his entire arm lost all sensation.

The black spear in his hand almost flew out of his grip.

His body was like being hit by a massive mountain, flying backward uncontrollably for several hundred yards before barely stabilizing his figure.

"Pfft!"

Mo Cang felt a sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of blood could not be suppressed and sprayed out.

He raised his head, looking at the young Daoist with a face full of shock, his eyes filled with disbelief.

This is the physically weak human race?

He couldn't understand how a mere Human Immortal early-stage Daoist could have such terrifying power.

He was at the peak of Demon Immortal, with a strong physical body and incomparably vigorous demon power.

But in the head-on collision just now, he had been completely defeated!

The power contained in the other party's seemingly ordinary axe was simply like the divine power of opening the heavens and the earth; it was not on the same level at all!

Su Chen shook his somewhat numb arm, looking at Mo Cang, who was shocked on the opposite side, and felt secretly surprised in his heart.

This black dragon's strength was indeed not bad.

His full-powered axe had only shaken him and failed to kill him in one blow like the snake demon before.

"Your strength is barely passable." Su Chen looked at Mo Cang and said indifferently, "However, that is all."

He raised the Mountain-Opening Axe in his hand, preparing to strike again.

"Wait!"

Seeing this, Mo Cang was scared out of his wits and shouted loudly.

He was truly afraid now.

The Daoist before him could not be treated as an ordinary Human Immortal; his terrifying power likely did not lose to those pure-blooded true dragons of the same level.

"Daoist! Daoist, show mercy!" Mo Cang's posture changed 180 degrees instantly, a smile squeezed onto his face. "I had eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai and offended the Daoist! I beg the Daoist to be magnanimous."

"Oh?" Su Chen stopped his movements and looked at him with interest. "Didn't you just say you wanted to grind me into dust?"

"I wouldn't dare!" Mo Cang shook his head like a rattle. "I was just talking nonsense! I hope the Daoist can spare my life for the sake of my several brothers."

"Oh, who are your several brothers?"

"My second brother is the Great Sage Who Covers the Sea, the Niu Mowang Jiao of the Northern Continent of Beiju Lu! We seven brothers just swore an oath at Mount Jile a few years ago and are known as the Seven Great Sages of the Demon Race! My eldest brother is the Great Sage Who Pacifies Heaven, the Bull Niu Mowang! My seventh brother is the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Sun Sun Wukong! If you kill me today, my brothers will absolutely not let you go!"

He thought that bringing out these names would be enough to suppress the other party.

However, he discovered that the young Daoist on the opposite side had a strange expression after hearing these names. ===== CHAPTER 39 =====