Chapter 460

The eight-hundred-mile Flaming Mountain lay at the end of the world, red sand rolling, heat waves layered one upon another.

Ever since the Six-Ding Divine Fire was taken away by Su Chen, this place no longer had the fierce power of burning the heavens and boiling the seas, but the Flaming Mountain was still the Flaming Mountain; magma flowed in the mountain's belly, and the smell of sulfur was enough to make one's throat feel parched.

The demonic clouds landed on the mountain peak, and the Bull Niu Mowang held his iron-mixed staff, his expression emotionless.

The Flood Dragon Niu Mowang stood to his left, his long halberd pointing diagonally at the ground, his black robe fluttering in the hot wind.

The Lion-Camel Niu Mowang shouldered his great blade, having long been filled with fire; if it weren't for the fact that Su Chen hadn't given the word, he would have likely charged in long ago.

Su Chen stood behind the three of them, his green robes fluttering in the red wind.

Ahead, the Peng Niu Mowang was draped in black-gold battle armor, his shoulder guards like feathers, his black cape dragging on the red sand behind him.

The Demon-Devouring Spear in his hand hung diagonally, the tip scraping against the rock, carving a charred black groove.

Behind him, the demons of the Demon Master's Palace lined up, great demons standing around the crater, their auras connected, clearly having already set up a formation.

The reunion of former brothers held no smiles, only blades drawn from their sheaths.

The Lion-Camel Niu Mowang stared at the Peng Niu Mowang, his chest heaving a few times, until he finally couldn't help but curse loudly:

"Peng the Third, do you still have any shame?"

"Back when we swore brotherhood at Flower Fruit Mountain, we bowed to Brother Bull as your elder brother, and Hong Haier should call you uncle! Today you use your nephew as bait to kill your own brothers; has your bird heart grown into a dog's belly?"

The Flood Dragon Niu Mowang, however, let out a laugh.

"Fourth Brother, stop cursing; such a person is not worth your breath."

He looked at the Peng Niu Mowang, his tone disdainful: "If you call him a beast, even beasts would feel unlucky. Peng the Third is now a high disciple of the Demon Master's Palace, backed by the ancient Demon Master, with a very noble status; we wild-path demon kings are not worthy of calling him brother."

There was no look of shame or anger on the Peng Niu Mowang's face; he merely raised his eyelids and looked at the crowd.

"If you still cherish old feelings, join my Demon Master's Palace now, and I can plead with my Master to spare your lives."

The Lion-Camel Niu Mowang laughed in anger: "Oh, listen to that, this bird-thing is even offering us a way to live."

The Peng Niu Mowang didn't even look at him, his gaze passing over the Bull Niu Mowang and the others to land on Su Chen.

"Su Chen, you actually dared to come."

Su Chen said: "It's just a Flaming Mountain, why wouldn't I dare to come? You couldn't kill me back in the North Ju Lu Continent, so what can you do today?"

The Peng Niu Mowang's grip on his spear tightened slightly; he had been ordered by his Master to pursue and kill Su Chen, who had stolen the Gui Xu Divine Axe in the Emperor Dong Huang Secret Realm, but Su Chen, whose cultivation was lower than his, had escaped, which had led to today's disaster.

The Peng Niu Mowang snorted coldly: "Sharp teeth and a glib tongue won't save anyone. Su Chen, you ruined my Master's great cause and cut off the future of our Demon Clan; daring to come here to die today, you can at least be considered bold."

"Cut off the future of the Demon Clan?"

The Flood Dragon Niu Mowang took a step forward, his long halberd tapping on the rock, sending sparks flying.

"Peng the Third, does your Demon Master's Palace deserve to talk about the future of the Demon Clan?"

He looked up at the demons of the Demon Master's Palace, his voice spreading throughout the Flaming Mountain.

"In that battle of the Lich Calamity, His Majesty Emperor Dong Huang fought to the death without retreating, His Majesty Di Jun spilled his blood across the heavens, and the ten thousand clans of the Demon Court fought without regard for their lives. Where was your Demon Master?"

Among the demons of the Demon Master's Palace, several twitched their faces.

The Flood Dragon Niu Mowang continued: "He took the Hetu Luoshu and fled, abandoning the Demon Court! If he hadn't betrayed his master in the face of battle, how could the Zhou Tian Xing Dou formation have collapsed so quickly? How could His Majesty Di Jun have been left unsupported?"

"Now he dares to talk about the future of the Demon Clan?"

Hearing the Flood Dragon Niu Mowang's words, the Peng Niu Mowang finally changed his expression.

The one thing the Demon Master's Palace lineage was most sensitive about was this old history.

The Peng Niu Mowang raised the Demon-Devouring Spear, the tip pointing at the Flood Dragon Niu Mowang.

"You are courting death."

The Flood Dragon Niu Mowang laughed even louder: "What? Did I hit a sore spot for your Kun Peng? If you ask me, if Kun Peng had died on the battlefield back then, the Demon Clan would have erected a monument for him today. But now that he is alive, he will only be reviled by all demons!"

The Lion-Camel Niu Mowang patted his great blade: "Second Brother's mouth is truly sharper than any blade."

The Peng Niu Mowang no longer argued with them; he raised his hand and waved.

"Bring him out."

Two demons from the Demon Master's Palace walked out of the grotto, escorting a youth between them.

Hong Haier was bound by black chains, his magic power sealed, his face deathly pale.

Yet when he looked up and saw the Bull Niu Mowang and the others, he gritted his teeth and didn't let out a sound.

The Bull Niu Mowang looked at his own child, seeing that the boy who could usually turn Cuiyun Mountain upside down when he was being mischievous was now unnervingly quiet.

Blood surged in the depths of his eyes, and he slammed his iron-mixed staff onto the ground, causing several cracks to appear on the mountain peak.

"Peng Niu Mowang!" The Bull Niu Mowang raised his iron-mixed staff and pointed it at the Peng Niu Mowang.

The Peng Niu Mowang arrived at Hong Haier's side in one step, the tip of the Demon-Devouring Spear pressing against Hong Haier's throat.

The Bull Niu Mowang took half a step forward, and the Peng Niu Mowang pressed the spear tip down.

Hong Haier raised his head, still not making a sound.

Su Chen raised his hand to stop the Bull Niu Mowang.

"Peng Niu Mowang, what do you want?"

The Peng Niu Mowang stared at him, an unconcealable greed appearing in his eyes.

"I want the Chaos Bell."

The Peng Niu Mowang said: "Hand over the Chaos Bell and seal your magic power, and I will spare Hong Haier's life. Otherwise, I will first crush his physical body, then destroy his Primordial Spirit."

The Lion-Camel Niu Mowang almost ground his teeth to dust: "Using a child to threaten someone, you are even more shameless than I thought."

The Peng Niu Mowang, however, didn't care about the Lion-Camel Niu Mowang's cursing.

His eyes were fixed only on Su Chen.

The Chaos Bell was a supreme innate treasure, something that even his Master, at the peak of the Semi-Sage realm, would covet.

The more the Peng Niu Mowang thought about it, the more the fire of greed in his chest burned.

If he could force Su Chen to hand over the Chaos Bell today, his status in the Demon Master's Palace would inevitably soar to the heavens.

The Bull Niu Mowang roared in a low voice: "Brother Su Chen, don't give it to him!"

Hong Haier finally spoke as well, his voice hoarse: "Dad, stop worrying about me! I'm not afraid!"

The Bull Niu Mowang's eyes turned red, and he cursed: "You little brat, shut up!"

Hong Haier grinned and said with a smile: "Dad, I didn't embarrass you, did I?"

This sentence was more piercing than a blade.

Su Chen looked at Hong Haier and sighed softly.

"So you went to such great lengths just for the Chaos Bell."

A mysterious yellow light lit up between his brows, and a primitive bell shadow emerged bit by bit; the sun, moon, stars, earth, water, fire, and wind were intertwined on the bell's body, and mysterious yellow energy dripped down.

The demons of the Demon Master's Palace had their breathing disrupted as they watched, and the Peng Niu Mowang's eyes lit up, his mind momentarily stunned.

This was exactly what Su Chen was waiting for.

This moment of distraction was enough for Su Chen.

With a thought, the newly emerged Chaos Bell vibrated.

"Dong—"

The bell tolled, and the magma in the Flaming Mountain stopped mid-flow, the red sand hung in the air, and the mouths of the demons of the Demon Master's Palace remained open, unable to close.

The Peng Niu Mowang's pupils shrank; he wanted to thrust the Demon-Devouring Spear, but his arm could no longer move.

The space-time around him was suppressed by the Chaos Bell, and his body was like a clay statue, unable to move a single inch.

Su Chen took a step forward. In an instant, he was in front of the Peng Niu Mowang.

He reached out and grabbed Hong Haier's shoulder; his Primordial magic power turned, the chains shattered inch by inch, and all the restrictions on Hong Haier were broken.

Then, pulling Hong Haier into his arms, Su Chen could have taken this opportunity to kill the Peng Niu Mowang, but he did not act; it was better to leave this matter to the Bull Niu Mowang and the others.

And so, Su Chen retreated to his original position with Hong Haier.

Only then did the lingering sound of the bell dissipate.

The magma in the Flaming Mountain resumed its flow, and the gasps of the demons of the Demon Master's Palace were squeezed out of their throats half a beat late.

The Demon-Devouring Spear in the Peng Niu Mowang's hand struck empty air, the tip falling and piercing into the rock.

He looked at his empty side, then at Hong Haier, who had already been carried back into the formation by Su Chen, his face shifting between green and red.

The Lion-Camel Niu Mowang was stunned at first, then laughed, laughing until he swayed back and forth.

"Hahaha! Peng the Fourth, where did that bird-like look of yours go? Strike another pose for your master to see!"

The Bull Niu Mowang rushed to Hong Haier's side in one step, and seeing that his son, though injured, was not in mortal danger, his throat bobbed a few times, and he finally only cursed:

"You stinking brat, I'll deal with you when we get back."

Hong Haier rolled his eyes weakly: "Dad, can you deal with that mangy bird first?"

The Bull Niu Mowang nodded, and he looked up at the Peng Niu Mowang.

Hong Haier was saved, and he no longer had any concerns.

The demon power on his iron-mixed staff surged, and the fierce aura of the Great Sage Pingtian spread out, suppressing the wind and sand in the sky until they fled the area.