Chapter 181: Fall for the Trap, Fall for the Trap

That series of maneuvers was as smooth as silk; anyway, the demon kings didn't even react before the snail demon king was already in Hong Zun's hands.

Outside the formation, the demon kings were furious; damn, there were dozens of them here, yet they just watched their comrade get killed.

Especially another demon king of the snail clan, whose eyes turned red as he roared in anger repeatedly.

"Madam, you died so horribly..............."

Just a moment ago they were still talking, and in a flash the person was gone—such a great demon king, and just like that, they were gone.

Quite the pair, they're actually a couple.

But for now, Hong Zun and the others didn't care about that; instead, they gathered around the snail demon king's corpse, discussing how to eat it.

"I say just stir-fry it with chili; it'll go great with rice."

"Bullshit, with such fine ingredients, naturally we make soup; it's delicious."

"How about braising it?"

"That could work, but we just had braised flood dragon meat yesterday; are we really having it again today?"

After a friendly discussion, they ultimately decided on stir-frying with chili, occasionally changing things up for variety.

"Junior Brother Changqing, just handle it here; no need to go back to the camp and fuss."

With a decision made, Xu Jie smiled and said to Ye Zhangqing,

Hearing that, Ye Zhangqing initially didn't react, glancing at the many demon kings outside the formation, wondering inwardly, "Here? Eat right in front of their demon kings?"

"Senior Brother, are you sure?"

"Of course, anyway the formation is blocking them; no need to worry."

These past few days, all the disciples of Divine Sword Peak have indeed gathered at the edge of the formation, after all, we must constantly guard against the water tribe; going back and forth to the camp is really a hassle.

And Ye Zhangqing, in order to take care of everyone, naturally moved all the cooking supplies here, so cooking here poses no problem.

But isn't it a bit over the top to kill their demon king right in front of them and eat it? Are you sure the water tribe won't go crazy?

However, after Hong Zun's quiet explanation, Ye Zhangqing fully understood what they meant.

He gave Hong Zun and Qing Shi a complex look, thinking, "There's no such thing as too dirty—only dirtier."

But since even Hong Zun had spoken, Ye Zhangqing naturally didn't say more and immediately began preparing the demon king's ingredients.

Outside the formation, the male snail king, who had been shouting angrily, watched Ye Zhangqing approach his mate with a kitchen knife, his eyes growing redder and redder until he couldn't help trembling as he spoke.

"What are you doing? What do you want to do? Put the knife down, put the knife down............"

Kitchen knife, steel brush—watching Ye Zhangqing fumble with the ingredients, the male snail king completely lost it.

Not just him; the other demon kings nearby were also glaring, eyes practically popping out.

What are you doing? Why are you scrubbing the shell? And what the hell are you scooping out?

Until Ye Zhangqing set up the pot and boiled water, then tossed an entire snail demon king into the huge pot.

"Are they going to cook and eat them?"

Seeing this, a demon king belatedly spoke up, and for a moment all the demon kings were stunned.

Damn, they really are treating our water tribe as food.

Although among the human race, using demon beasts as food isn't strange at all—many dishes have ingredients sourced from demon beasts.

But damn, could you at least be discreet? Killing our demon king right in front of us and then going ahead without any hesitation?

Are you going to ask us to taste it too afterward?

Their mate is still here—are you a bunch of beasts?

Looking again at the male snail king, he had completely gone mad, breaking free from the neighboring demon king and charging straight at the formation.

"I, the king, will kill you!"

He shouted angrily, and seeing that, a demon king frowned, sensing that something was wrong.

At the same time, seeing the male snail king rush over, Hong Zun and the others weren't startled but pleased—even Ye Zhangqing, who was cooking, shook his head.

Given all this, you water tribe might as well go back—why insist on breaking this lousy formation, why provoke Divine Sword Peak? Sigh.............

Helplessly sighing, Xu Jie's voice rang out from the entrance.

"They fell for it, they fell for it—haha, they took the bait."

"Huh???"

The voice was loud; amid the demon kings' confusion, that familiar hook was thrown again from Qing Shi's hand.

Seeing that, the male snail king jerked, turned to flee—but trying to run now is obviously too late.

The hook snagged the male snail king's body with precision, then a huge force yanked it toward the formation's entrance, where Hong Zun was.

"Dragon King, save me..........."

He panicked, completely panicked—these humans deliberately provoked him to lure him onto the hook.

Seeing the male snail king also caught, the demon kings all tried to rescue him, but it was already too late.

"Haha, another one—dead."

Sword light flashed, the talisman seal activated, golden light filled the sky, and afterward the male snail king's corpse lay peacefully in the formation, just like its mate.

Looking again at the demon kings outside the formation, they completely went berserk.

"Despicable, despicable villain."

"Using such vile methods, yet you still have the nerve to call yourself the Leader of the Orthodox Path—bah!"

"Ah, Hong Zun, you old thing—if you've got the guts, come out and fight; sneaky ambushes aren't real skill."

The curses rang out heaven-shaking; how could they not be angry? In less than a quarter hour, the water tribe's two demon kings were right before their eyes—killed by the people of Divine Sword Peak.

"What can be tolerated, what cannot be tolerated?"

Facing the water tribe demon kings' tirade, Hong Zun didn't care at all, gave them a cold glance, and sneered.

"Keep shouting—sooner or later I'll have you all killed."

Compared to the other Demon Kings, the Old Dragon King didn't actually shout curses, but that wasn't because he wasn't angry—it was because he was furious beyond measure.

His trembling body, clenched teeth, and nails almost dug into his flesh all revealed the Old Dragon King's state of mind at that moment.

Damn it, these humans really deserve to die, especially Hong Zun—vile, shameless, despicable old bastard; one day I will grind his bones to ashes and scatter them.

While the Old Dragon King was raging mad, a bloodline transmission from Huling flew in swiftly.

Upon seeing the bloodline transmission, the Old Dragon King gave Hong Zun and the others a deep look, then dove straight into the sea, obviously to reply.

He didn't even return to the Dragon Palace; he simply did it to avoid Hong Zun and the others.

After reaching the sea, the Old Dragon King suppressed his anger, connected to the bloodline transmission, and soon a scarlet light curtain appeared before him, within which stood the Wisdom Tiger Demon King and the other Huling Demon Kings.

"Dragon King, how is the water clan's situation? Should we still proceed with the plan as before?"

Hearing that, the Old Dragon King's face darkened, and he gritted his teeth as he spoke.

"Yes, we'll act according to the original plan."

"What's wrong with you? Your complexion looks awful."

"Nothing much—just now that old bastard Hong Zun used a trick and killed two more of my Demon Kings; it's no big deal."