Chapter 290

A horde of demon beasts glared angrily; being tied up like rice dumplings in two or three moves without any preparation was bad enough, but now these humans actually tell them not to breathe? You might as well just kill me with a single sword.

Despicable humans, if you have the guts, kill me.

A scholar may be killed but not humiliated.

We, the Huling demon race, would rather die standing than live on our knees.

These demon beasts kept cursing; seeing this, the disciples were frantic—this place is littered with Five-Poison Powder; how can we eat after inhaling it?

In their panic, the disciples couldn't help but rain punches and kicks, but the more they did, the angrier the demon beasts became.

As they cursed, sure enough, large amounts of Five-Poison Powder were inhaled by the demon beasts, and then...... one by one they succumbed to poison and died.

A bunch of idiots.

Prime ingredients, damn it.

Tell you lot to shut up; is that better now?

Seeing this, the disciples felt heartbroken.

Seeing the Five-Poison Powder showing no sign of dissipating, one disciple gritted his teeth and shouted angrily.

Kill them, quickly, kill them.

Never mind the details—kill them first; at least dead they won't breathe, and though not fresh, they're still edible.

Unlike those killed outright by poison, which are inedible.

Hearing this, the disciples could only act with tears in their eyes; seeing this, the demon beasts panicked.

Wait, I'll just not breathe.

I'll keep quiet.

Too bad, it's too late; within the area covered by the Five-Poison Powder, all the demon beasts were slain.

After doing all that, the disciples turned to look at the menial disciple who had taken the wrong powder, their eyes practically blazing.

Under the angry stares of everyone, that menial disciple felt extremely guilty and gave an embarrassed laugh.

Um...... senior brothers, I...... I really didn't mean to.

No response; seeing this, the disciple hesitated for a while before gritting his teeth and saying.

How about this...... I...... I'll give up a meal as an apology; will that do?

Being able to give up a meal shows the Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ's sincerity is maxed out.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Li Dazui jumped up and kicked, sending the disciple flying.

Shut up, you say which meal you can actually eat, you who just sniff flavors, and still have the nerve to say that?

Mid-flight, the disciple still shouted.

I'll work hard!

What's the use of effort? Are you the only one who'll improve?

They didn't believe any of this, and when a few flying demon beasts saw the disciple kicked into the sky by Li Dazui, they immediately rushed over.

Seeing this, the menial disciple's eyes lit up; he quickly took out the Tianma Powder, this time not getting it wrong.

Then he scattered the Tianma Powder lavishly into the air; instantly, those few flying demon beasts went limp and fell from the sky.

Shī xiōng, these are all I caught; can this make up for my mistake?

Landing, looking at the few flying demon beasts now under control, he said with a smile.

As for that, Li Dazui just curled his lip.

Take a look yourself what kind of demon beast this is.

Huh???

Before I didn't see clearly; now after a good look, the disciple's face sank—how the hell are these poison crows?

These things are small; after plucking the feathers there's barely a few ounces of meat—nothing to eat.

Worst of all, they're a hassle to process—you must first expel the poison from their bodies before you can start cooking.

It can be said that, in the eyes of the Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ, poison crows are the lowest cost‑benefit ingredient.

After wasting all that effort to handle them, there's still not enough meat for over ten disciples.

Unlike the demon wolves or black bear spirits, where you can casually throw together a big potful.

He stopped speaking and obediently stepped to the back.

At the same time, demon beasts kept charging from behind, but without exception, as soon as they arrived they were slammed to the ground by Dao Yi Sect disciples and tightly bound.

In the end, even the demon‑binding rope ran out, so the disciples simply used Tianma Powder to knock them over first.

At this point, the Black Tiger Demon King finally caught up; from afar he saw the Dao Yi Sect disciples, and his fury flared even more.

Dao Yi Sect, as I suspected, it's you—those two little thieves are in league with you.

The demon king flew into a rage, his roar shaking the heavens, and a terrifying pressure swept wildly in all directions.

That aura made all the disciples look up at once.

But there was none of the dread we imagined; instead there was excitement—'The demon king has come, good, that's exactly what we were waiting for.'

Ignore it, keep going.

Xu Jie and the other Inner Disciples shuttled across the battlefield, directing everyone.

The Inner Disciples completely ignored the Black Tiger Demon King's meaning; naturally someone would deal with it, while the disciples continued capturing other demon beasts.

Seeing that he was being completely ignored, the Black Tiger Demon King frowned tightly.

Are these Dao Yi Sect disciples really this arrogant? I'm a demon king, after all—an existence on par with your human sages.

How can I stand here and have no one to pay attention to me? You won't even give this demon king any face?

His fury grew ever denser, his reason quickly ebbed, and he was utterly ignored.

Hurry, tie them up.

Come on, a few menial disciples, take the prepared ingredients to the back, don't occupy space here.

Hurry up, the next batch of ingredients is coming, clear the space for them.

Longxiang Peak disciples, go up!

Faintly, the shouts of the disciples below could be heard; aside from initially glancing up at the start, no one had paid any attention to Heihu Yaowang.

His teeth were about to shatter, Heihu Yaowang let out an angry roar and charged toward the disciples below.

I am the Tiger Clan Demon King, how dare you bully me like this?

He wished he could twist off the heads of these Dao Yi Sect disciples and kick them like balls.

Just as Heihu Yaowang made a move, Xuehu Yaowang rushed from deep within Huling, and from far away saw Heihu Yaowang about to charge into formation, shouting urgently.

Heihu, stop.......... holy shit..............

As soon as the words left his mouth, from the dense forest a thing like a large hook shot out, hooked Heihu Yaowang's body, and with a swoosh, Heihu Yaowang instantly vanished from the spot.

After that, sounds of fighting and shouting came from the mountains and forests.

Attack.

Who dares, you petty villain..............

Capture Dragon, hold it down.

Junior Sister Baihua, don't use your sword.

Holy shit, Qing Shi, how did you hook its main artery?

Quick, stop the bleeding.

Can't stop it, the hook went into the thigh.

Qing Shi, can you aim the hook properly?

I didn't know it would hook the main artery; hitting it at all is already good.

Cut the chatter, tie it up first.

Looks like there's still another demon king.

The fighting didn't last long; the mountains and forests returned to calm, but the distant Xuehu Yaowang suddenly felt a chill rise to his heart.

It felt as if something had locked onto it; instinct told it to flee quickly, otherwise its fate would be the same as Heihu Yaowang's.

Indeed, under the cover of the dense forest, Hong Zun and the others pressed Heihu Yaowang in a relentless rub, while Qing Shi, swinging his large hook, had already firmly locked onto Xuehu Yaowang, looking for a chance to strike.