Chapter 214: Is It Called the Spirit Realm?

Likui and Mo Lingling stared dumbfounded, unable to come back to their senses for a moment.

If before, when Kamikawa Mitsu revealed a sliver of his oppressive aura, they still couldn't fully believe in his strength and thought it might be an illusion, then now they believed it—Kamikawa Mitsu was outrageously powerful!

How strong the Ambusher was, they felt clearly during the ambush. It wasn't as simple as the ninth level of a living being; it was already infinitely close to the level of a Void Demon Overlord, yet it was slapped by Kamikawa Mitsu into a mountain, so deeply embedded it couldn't be pried out, and was dealt grievous injuries.

At this moment, they believed and were excited. Based on the strength Kamikawa Mitsu had shown so far, even if he couldn't completely handle the invasion of the Void Demon Realm, he was at the very least a rare great helper, a great combat force, and could be treated as a sacrificial lord.

With excited hearts, they followed the messenger maidens to the front of Shishan.

"Is this the living being that invaded your Void Demon Realm?"

Kamikawa Mitsu was sizing up the Ambusher, and the other party was doing the same.

He saw him spitting fresh blood, his gaze filled with disbelief. He, a dignified figure about to become a King, had received news that the other side's Void Demon Realm was inviting outside aid, the location being right here, so he specifically lay in ambush to kill the outside aid.

In his view, the ambush he had fully prepared for could even kill a King-realm figure from his own world, yet the result was being shattered by a single slap, and he himself had fallen into grievous injuries.

Is this inviting outside aid? Are you sure it's not inviting a god?

"You... wh-who... a-are... you..." The Ambusher spat large mouthfuls of blood. Every word he uttered tugged at the hideous gash on his face, hurting him so much he bared his teeth.

"Who am I? Even if I told you, you wouldn't know me."

Kamikawa Mitsu squatted down, looking the Ambusher over again and again, carefully, and suddenly blurted out a sentence.

"But I might be your master."

The moment the words left his mouth, Likui and Mo Lingling were stunned, the Ambusher was stunned, even the surrounding area trembled, as if all things and all spirits were shaken by Kamikawa Mitsu's words.

The next moment.

The Ambusher's eyes spewed fire. Even though he was grievously injured and couldn't get up, the pain of his cracked skull unbearable, he was so angered his blood surged, wanting to unleash his remaining strength at any cost, just to kill Kamikawa Mitsu for the insult.

Kamikawa Mitsu, however, acted as if he hadn't seen the Ambusher's actions, and after saying that sentence, he continued speaking.

"Honestly, you really look like a living being from a world my family's Laozu Sect raises specifically to feed war beasts. Can you tell me what your world is called?"

Everyone was stunned once again.

Only this time, the Ambusher didn't get angry, and Likui and the others weren't bewildered; they all felt a sense of the bizarre.

Is this person (Kamikawa Mitsu)... not deliberately insulting me (him)?

Likui, Mo Lingling, and the Ambusher all had this thought.

They noticed that there wasn't the slightest hint of jest in Kamikawa Mitsu's tone, his expression was even more serious, with a look of confusion, as if he were truly asking a question.

Could it be that he was telling the truth, that there really was a Laozu raising a world, using the living beings of that world to feed war beasts?

Such thoughts arose in everyone's hearts.

"Why aren't you speaking? I'm not joking with you. What is your world called?" Kamikawa Mitsu asked again: "Is it called the Spirit Realm?"

"No."

Kamikawa Mitsu's earnest questioning tone and expression made the Ambusher answer subconsciously, and even secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness my world isn't the Spirit Realm.

Yes, his world wasn't called the Spirit Realm, so he wasn't a living being from the world raised to feed pets that the other party spoke of. He had to say it out.

This was like a conditioned reflex. When someone insults you, and you discover they've insulted the wrong person, you naturally want to retort; otherwise, the other party will really think you are the target of the insult.

Ask, who would willingly be mistaken for someone inferior and not explain that they've been mistaken?

Wouldn't that be equivalent to insulting yourself, willingly accepting being treated as inferior?

Unless you have no self-respect, no dignity, otherwise, when insulted by someone and discovering the insult was misplaced, you would definitely retort, explain yourself, because this concerns dignity, concerns honor, concerns face, and so on.

As a being about to become a King, how could the Ambusher not care about dignity and face? The stronger one is, the more one cares about these things.

Obviously, the Ambusher didn't fully believe Kamikawa Mitsu's words, but he was half-convinced.

The reason was none other than that the Ambusher could tell Kamikawa Mitsu was outrageously strong, and crucially, was absurdly young. For such an unfathomable existence, he might really have that kind of unimaginably powerful Laozu, so the possibility of raising a world was very likely.

After all, their world also invaded other foreign realms and raised those weak foreign realms.

"Not from the Spirit Realm?"

Kamikawa Mitsu looked at the Ambusher suspiciously, seemingly wanting to see through whether the Ambusher was lying to him, and muttered.

"But that's not right. You really do look like a living being from the Spirit Realm raised by my Laozu. Could it be that living beings from the Spirit Realm secretly ran out and bred in other foreign realms?"

Ambusher: "..."

He saw his cheeks twitch violently, and in an instant his temper flared. In terms of the popular internet slang of Hua Country, it was having a certain phrase in his heart, unsure whether to say it or not.

I look like your sister.

What? You damn well have to insist we are piglets raised by your family's Laozu, don't you?

Just at this moment.

Kamikawa Mitsu glanced at the Ambusher.

Immediately, the Ambusher read the meaning of his expression. It was impossible not to; the other party had shown his thoughts completely, just short of carving words on his face. It was clearly saying, there's no reason for it, I shouldn't have mistaken you, but why aren't you from the Spirit Realm?

Following that, Kamikawa Mitsu sighed.

"What a pity, when I came to the Void Demon Realm I didn't bring out my family's rearing artifact. Otherwise, whether a living being was reared or not would be known with a single scan of the rearing artifact."

As he spoke, Kamikawa Mitsu also glanced at the Ambusher. The Ambusher read the meaning of that look at a glance: you say you're not from the Spirit Realm, but I still think you look very similar.

Ambusher: "..."

Will this ever end, damn it!

Are you messing with my mindset? Are you trying to mess with my mindset? You son of a bitch, you must be messing with my mindset.

Never seen such a ruthless person. To destroy a person, he doesn't torture the body, he just insults and tramples you mentally, on your dignity. It's simply infuriating, making one righteous with indignation.

If Kamikawa Mitsu intended to mess with the Ambusher's mindset, then his messing with it was very successful.

The Ambusher's mindset was somewhat collapsing.

It wasn't that he was stupid, so easily convinced, but rather that the other party said it again and again, and in the end even brought out something for verification. A gloom inevitably hung over his heart, and he couldn't help wondering, could he really be related to the living beings of the Spirit Realm?

After all, no matter what world, with the passage of time, history cannot be passed down completely clearly. It is possible that due to dynastic changes, population movements, and such, events in history become lost, especially the older the history, the more ancient the history, the more it is buried by the years.

And now, the slaughter of living beings was exactly like this. He thought of the history of his own world—seemingly tracing back to a very distant past, the history had gaps, and it seemed entirely possible that, just as Kamikawa Mitsu had said, they had run out from the Hiling Realm to proliferate.

Suddenly, Kamikawa Mitsu spoke.

"How about I go back now and grab the captive-rearing dharma artifact?"