Chapter 461

"Peng the Third!"

The Bull Niu Mowang roared at the sky, the sound wave causing loose rocks to tumble down.

He swung his iron-mixed staff without holding back in the slightest, smashing it directly toward the Peng Niu Mowang.

With this strike, the wind and sand in the sky were forced to roll backward by the staff's wind, and the Peng Niu Mowang blocked with his spear, being forced to plow the ground with his feet and retreating a full hundred feet.

"Big Brother really hasn't changed at all."

The Lion-Camel Niu Mowang grinned and charged up with his great blade, "But how can a fight like this be without me?"

The great blade slashed horizontally, the blade light skimming across the ground and carving a straight crack into the volcanic rock.

The Peng Niu Mowang had just deflected the Bull Niu Mowang's staff when the Lion-Camel Niu Mowang's blade reached his waist.

He parried with the Demon-Devouring Spear, the tip touching the blade, and the baleful energy drilled along the blade toward the Lion-Camel Niu Mowang's arm.

The Lion-Camel Niu Mowang hurriedly used his magic power to block; he had seen the power of this baleful energy on the Bull Niu Mowang.

On the other side, the Flood Dragon Niu Mowang, who had attacked after the Lion-Camel Niu Mowang, had already appeared behind the Peng Niu Mowang.

The long halberd pierced the air, the water vapor turning into a black tide, suppressing the demonic baleful energy on the Demon-Devouring Spear.

The Flood Dragon Niu Mowang cultivated water-vein divine abilities; a place like the Flaming Mountain was not favorable to him, but he pushed his magic power to the extreme, and the angle of his halberd's thrust was tricky.

The black feathers on the Peng Niu Mowang's back spread, his figure folded to avoid the halberd, and he backhanded his spear toward the Flood Dragon Niu Mowang's throat.

"That really is your personality."

The Flood Dragon Niu Mowang sneered, his halberd horizontal, using the momentum to retreat half a step.

And at this moment, the Bull Niu Mowang's iron-mixed staff came again.

The three Great Sages surrounded the Peng Niu Mowang, showing no brotherly affection.

Back when they swore brotherhood at Flower Fruit Mountain, they drank from the same jar of wine, boasting to each other that they would turn the world upside down in the future.

Today, gathered again, the old feelings were gone, leaving only the killing intent on their blades, spears, and staves.

The Peng Niu Mowang's speed was extremely fast; a flap of his black feathers allowed him to escape the pincer attack of the three, but the Bull Niu Mowang's attack was heavy and powerful, the Flood Dragon Niu Mowang was like a maggot on a bone, and the Lion-Camel Niu Mowang was recklessly hacking away.

The three of them forced the Peng Niu Mowang around a crater, tightening the circle inch by inch.

The demons of the Demon Master's Palace wanted to help when they saw this, but Su Chen stood on the cloud and pressed his hand down.

The Chaos Bell hung at his side, the bell shadow heavy, the mysterious yellow energy dripping down like a curtain.

"Whoever moves, dies."

With one sentence, the demons of the Demon Master's Palace all fell silent.

They had seen the scene where the Chaos Bell suppressed space-time, and they had seen the Peng Niu Mowang fail to protect even Hong Haier just now.

Now that the Chaos Bell was out, those great demons swallowed hard; no one wanted to test the sharpness of this supreme innate treasure.

The red clouds in the sky followed the fighting of the Bull Niu Mowang and the four, and Su Chen did not intervene in their battle.

The Peng Niu Mowang deserved to die, but not by his hand.

The Bull Niu Mowang's son had been kidnapped and he had been backstabbed by his former brother; it was only satisfying if they settled this score themselves.

However, Su Chen's attention did not relax; he was constantly watching the surroundings, guarding against the sudden appearance of Kun Peng.

"Kun Peng." Su Chen looked up, his voice spreading throughout the Flaming Mountain.

"Don't you want to kill me? I'm here."

But there was no response.

Su Chen added: "As a dignified ancient Demon Master, you wouldn't only dare to let your disciple die, would you?"

In the distance, the Peng Niu Mowang heard this, and his hand gripping the spear faltered for half a beat.

The Bull Niu Mowang seized the opportunity, his iron-mixed staff falling on the Peng Niu Mowang's head, shattering his shoulder guard and causing half of his body to sink.

"Still daring to be distracted while fighting Old Bull?"

The Bull Niu Mowang laughed in anger, "Your Master is a coward and doesn't dare to come; today I'll send you on your way first!"

The Peng Niu Mowang coughed up blood, the demonic light on the black feathers behind him surging, and he forced his way out of the three-person siege by several dozen feet.

The Demon-Devouring Spear hung before him, black light spitting from the tip; it was unclear if it was someone else's or his own.

"What do you know?"

The Peng Niu Mowang's voice was hoarse, "The plans of my Master, how could you wild demon kings understand?"

The Flood Dragon Niu Mowang leaned on his halberd and mocked: "Understand, we understand too well. If you win, it's called the future of the Demon Clan; if you lose, it's called having other plans."

The Lion-Camel Niu Mowang swung his great blade: "Second Brother, stop chatting; I'm afraid if I listen to two more sentences, this bird-man will call himself the savior of the Demon Clan."

The Peng Niu Mowang's chest heaved, and the demon runes on the Demon-Devouring Spear shone brightly, preparing a defensive posture.

Su Chen frowned on the side; the Peng Niu Mowang alone was definitely no match for the Bull Niu Mowang and the three, and his disciple was already hanging by a thread, so why hadn't Kun Peng appeared yet?

Just then, the sky above the Flaming Mountain suddenly split open.

Voids cracked and crisscrossed, and black seawater poured down from outside the heavens, carrying the extreme cold of Beiming, pressing down on the Flaming Mountain like a blanket.

When the crimson magma met the black water, white mist rose a thousand feet high.

Ice and fire collided, and the world was filled with sharp hissing sounds; the hissing of the water vapor made one's scalp tingle.

The demon soldiers and generals under the Bull Niu Mowang retreated one after another, and even the demons of the Demon Master's Palace lost their footing.

Su Chen waved his sleeve, dispelling the water mist in the sky, but the entire world was filled with an unpleasant, salty, fishy smell.

From within the black water, an old man stepped out on the waves.

The old man was draped in dark blue scales, his figure tall and thin, his face sinister, his eyes like an abyss.

With every step he took, the black water beneath his feet froze into ice, and the pressure of a Mid-Stage Semi-Sage pressed down in all directions.

The Bull Niu Mowang and the three were forced to stall their offensive by this pressure.

The Peng Niu Mowang took the opportunity to flap his wings and retreat, landing behind the old man, and lowered his head: "Greetings, Ancestor Yuanhai."

Su Chen looked at the newcomer, his brow relaxing.

The Lion-Camel Niu Mowang was furious and slapped the stone table.

Ancestor Yuanhai ignored the Peng Niu Mowang, his cold eyes staring directly at Su Chen.

"Su Chen." Ancestor Yuanhai's gaze was filled with killing intent as he looked at Su Chen, "The Ancestor has been looking for you for many years."

Su Chen raised an eyebrow: "Do we know each other?"

"No."

Ancestor Yuanhai raised his hand, and a phantom of a Sea-Covering Demon Kun emerged from the black water, the massive fish shadow occupying the sky and covering half of the Flaming Mountain.

"But you killed the descendant the Ancestor valued most."

Su Chen's mind flashed back to the old events in the North Ju Lu Continent.

Back then, before he and Monkey Brother headed to Lingxu, to help avenge the Macaque Niu Mowang and the Gibbon Niu Mowang, he had beheaded a Sea-Covering Demon Kun and seized an innate spiritual treasure—the Beiming Sea-Swallowing Cauldron.

That cauldron had been suppressed in the Nine Demon Tower ever since, and because it was an object with an owner, it was difficult to refine completely.

Now it seemed the original owner had come.

Ancestor Yuanhai said: "The Beiming Sea-Swallowing Cauldron is a spiritual treasure the Ancestor uses to behead his corpses. You killed my clan's bloodline and stole my corpse-beheading object; today, I will definitely kill you."

Su Chen realized.

"So that broken cauldron is yours."

Inside the Nine Demon Tower, the Beiming Sea-Swallowing Cauldron seemed to sense something, emitting a low vibration, wanting to break through the suppression and return to its master's side.

The demon runes of the Nine Demon Tower lit up, and the cauldron was ruthlessly suppressed.

Ancestor Yuanhai seemed to sense his corpse-beheading supreme treasure, and he shouted sternly: "Return the cauldron, and the Ancestor will leave you a whole corpse."

Su Chen smiled.

"Are all the people in your Demon Master's Palace so overbearing? If you want to ask for something, you should be humble; with your attitude, I'm afraid you won't be getting that broken cauldron back."

Su Chen stepped forward, his green robes fluttering, the three hundred and sixty-five acupuncture points in his body vibrating slightly, and chaotic energy flowing in the depths of his flesh and blood.

Ancestor Yuanhai was a Mid-Stage Semi-Sage.

It was just right; since he had mastered the "Nine Turns of Chaos," Su Chen had not yet truly fought an opponent whose physical cultivation was on par with his own.

This Yuanhai before him was perfectly suited to be a whetstone.

Su Chen raised his hand, and the Gui Xu Divine Axe fell into his palm.

"Although I don't think much of that cauldron, it is, after all, my spoils of war; if you want it, come and take it yourself."

Ancestor Yuanhai laughed in anger; with his laughter, the black water rolled backward, and the phantom of the Sea-Covering Demon Kun in the sky opened its mouth, swallowing the clouds and mist above the Flaming Mountain.

"You yellow-mouthed child, do you really think that with the Chaos Bell protecting you, you can look down upon the Three Realms?"

Su Chen shook his head.

"To kill you, I don't need the bell."

As soon as these words were spoken, even the Peng Niu Mowang looked up.

Not using the Chaos Bell?

Ancestor Yuanhai was a Mid-Stage Semi-Sage and the ancestor of the Sea-Covering Demon Kun clan, having cultivated his Beiming Sea-Swallowing divine ability to an extremely deep level, capable of swallowing ten thousand miles of sea territory in one gulp.

If Su Chen didn't use the Chaos Bell, what could he use to fight him?

Ancestor Yuanhai's laughter stopped abruptly.

"Good, good, good."

As the three 'goods' fell, the black water surged into the sky, and the icy sea energy suppressed the heat of the Flaming Mountain until it felt a bit cool.

Ancestor Yuanhai opened his mouth and spat out a dark blue pearl.

The pearl was only the size of a fist, yet it possessed the power to suppress the four seas; the sound of ten thousand waves echoed within the pearl, and countless sea eyes could be seen rotating faintly.

As soon as it appeared, the surrounding black water bowed toward the pearl, and even the earth veins of the Flaming Mountain trembled.

This was Ancestor Yuanhai's other low-grade innate spiritual treasure—the Sea-Covering Pearl.

Ancestor Yuanhai raised his hand and pointed, and the dark blue pearl turned into a meteor, dragging ten thousand acres of Beiming black water, smashing straight toward Su Chen's face.

"Today, the Ancestor will use this Sea-Covering Pearl to smash you into meat paste!"