Chapter 80: with translation of chapter title

I can't hear, Master—what are you saying? I can't hear you!

Saying this, Xu Jie pretended to feel the formation's light curtain with his hand, muttering puzzledly.

Strange, when did the Jinhai Yingdi's formation get upgraded? It even blocks sound.

Seeing Xu Jie's self‑directed performance, Hong Zun laughed, laughing furiously.

Kid, I know you can hear me; Master will say this one last time: don't keep testing my limits. Now, immediately, at once, send that Ye Changqing kid out to me, or else..............

Just as he was speaking, a earth‑shaking tiger roar suddenly came from the distant sky; everyone turned toward the sound and saw the Heihu Yaowang looking somewhat disheveled as he came galloping from afar.

His face was ferocious, demonic aura surging around him, and behind him loomed a gigantic black tiger that awed the four directions.

Heihu Yaowang............

Seeing this, the maidens of Yùnǚ Peak cried out in alarm; they had been dazed just moments before, but now even the Demon King has appeared—what on earth is happening today? So lively?

Their gazes instantly locked onto Hong Zun and Qing Shi outside the formation, and the Heihu Yaowang bellowed angrily.

Hong Zun, Qing Shi, you of the Dao Yi Sect are bullying people too much; this king.............

The Heihu Yaowang was truly furious, yet not without reason; he came only to seek an explanation from Hong Zun, so he did not strike directly.

A battle at the level of Demon King or Saint would not erupt easily, for it would readily trigger an all‑out war between the two great powers.

The Heihu Yaowang also felt that Qing Shi would not act rashly.

After all, though Huling and the Dao Yi Sect are one human and one demon, natural opposites, over the years they have established a balance that no one would lightly break.

But that was under normal circumstances; now Hong Zun has been driven to the brink of collapse by his own wayward disciples, like an active volcano that will erupt fully at the slightest tremor.

And right now, the arrival of the Heihu Yaowang is undoubtedly the final straw that breaks the camel's back.

So before the Heihu Yaowang could finish speaking, Hong Zun turned his head; the icy chill in his eyes made the Yaowang startle, and his words cut off abruptly.

This guy is not right.

Having finally noticed that Hong Zun's condition was somewhat abnormal, before the Heihu Yaowang could figure it out, Hong Zun already stood before him, his hand now gripping a long sword that looked extremely crude, even covered in rust.

You want an explanation, right?

He spoke, yet his voice showed not a trace of emotion.

The unintentionally exuding anger, resentment, and killing intent made the Heihu Yaowang instinctively retreat half a step—this old fellow's state today is seriously problematic.

Hong Zun, calm down, this king............

Not daring to provoke him further, he pondered how to phrase his intent tactfully, but before the Heihu Yaowang could finish, Hong Zun already lashed out with a sword.

You want an explanation? I'll give you one.

Holy shit, calm down, Hong Zun.

I am very calm now.

The sword's edge swept past, its terrifying sword intent warping the surrounding space.

Faced with this strike from Hong Zun, the Heihu Yaowang instantly felt a chill surge from his back straight to his head.

Although the Demon King and the Saint are in the same cultivation realm,

Demon Race: half‑demon, common demon, mystic demon, violet demon, primordial demon, earth demon, heavenly demon, demon king, demon emperor.

Human Race: Qi Condensation, Meridian Opening, Golden Core, Purple Palace, Nascent Soul, Dharma Phenomenon, Heaven‑Human, Saint Realm, Great Saint.

But the Heihu Yaowang is only at early stage of the Demon King realm, while Hong Zun has attained perfection in the Saint Realm; even though he is only half a step from Great Saint, their strengths still differ.

While speaking, the Heihu Yaowang dared not meet it head‑on, retreating swiftly and barely avoiding Hong Zun's sword.

Damn it, Hong Zun, calm down a bit, this king............

There was no chance; before he could finish speaking, Hong Zun struck again with a sword, and in an instant the battle between the demon king and the human saint erupted in the sky.

Inside the formation, the disciples watching this scene all nervously swallowed their saliva, especially Xu Jie.

Master really seems terribly angry.

Also blame this Heihu Yaowang—choosing any other time would have been fine, but he comes now to stir up trouble for Master; isn't that just walking into the mouth of a gun?

The disciples of Yùnǚ Peak, unaware of the preceding events, only knew that the Peak Master of Divine Sword Peak seemed to have gone mad, launching into battle with the Heihu Yaowang at the slightest disagreement.

Standing there dazed, their eyes filled only with bewilderment.

Under Hong Zun's sword, the Heihu Yaowang quickly acquired several deep wounds down to the bone.

Blood poured out continuously, and he was in a wretched state to the extreme.

Hong Zun, are you mad? I came without intending to fight; please stop first and let us talk properly............

The Heihu Yaowang was truly speechless—did I dig up your ancestors' graves?

But these words seemed utterly useless to Hong Zun.

His offensive showed no diminution; on the contrary, it grew ever more violent and fierce.

Finally, the Heihu Yaowang was struck in the chest by Hong Zun's sword and slammed hard against the formation.

The entire Jinhai Yingdi formation trembled from the impact, earth shaking, mountains swaying.

Along the formation's light curtain, the Heihu Yaowang slid down miserably, landing right before Xu Jie and the others.

And Hong Zun seized the Heihu Yaowang's throat with one hand; through the formation he appeared to stand shoulder‑to‑shoulder with Xu Jie.

At this moment, Hong Zun gazed expressionlessly at Xu Jie inside the formation, speaking word by word.

If you don't hand over that Ye Changqing kid to me today, this will be your fate—understand?

Gulp—the sound of swallowing saliva; at this moment, in Xu Jie's eyes, Hong Zun is utterly unlike his usual self, as if he were a demon risen from hell.

Meanwhile, the Heihu Yaowang, half‑dead from Hong Zun's blows, breathed weakly and spoke indistinctly.

You are bullying people too much, you Dao Yi Sect are bullying people too much; I am the Huling Demon King, this matter I will not let rest, I absolutely will not............ Blood Tiger, save me.

At first his voice was so faint it might go unnoticed, but in the end the Heihu Yaowang, like a dying man's final flare, suddenly bellowed in anger.

The tiger's roar shook the mountains and forests; its sound was so great it blew away the white clouds on the horizon, and bolstered by demonic power it blanketed tens of thousands of li.

Countless humans and demons at this moment all lifted their gazes to the horizon.

"Blood Tiger, save me."

"Blood Tiger, save me."

"Blood Tiger, save me."

The voice lingered for a long time, but soon after came a painful wail.

At Jinhai Yingdi, Heihu Yaowang had just finished roaring, when Hong Zun directly punched it in the belly.

A mouthful of fresh blood spurted out, and the Heihu Yaowang, which had just had a brief moment of returning light, was instantly castrated.

"Now, within ten breaths, as your master, I want to see Changqing kid."

He turned his head to look at Xu Jie, and Hong Zun said coldly.

Upon hearing that, Xu Jie stood there dazed, as if frightened stupid, with no reaction.

Seeing this, Hong Zun punched the Heihu Yaowang's belly again, and another mouthful of fresh blood spurted out.

"Understand?"

No reaction.

Another punch struck the Heihu Yaowang's belly.

"Don't test your master's patience any further."

No reaction, another punch, and the Heihu Yaowang lost consciousness.