Chapter 405: A Disagreement Leads to a Fight: The Fierce and Ugly True Form

Having obtained Fang Longye's guarantee,

Wansheng Dragon King no longer hesitated and immediately ordered the catfish monster Benbo'erba, who had reported the news to him earlier, to bring in the Nine-Headed Insect, who was still outside Bibo Tan.

As for the few, including Mihou Wang, who had just teased him, saying he should go and personally welcome the Nine-Headed Insect—this cheap son-in-law—those were merely jokes~

Facing this enemy he hated to the bone, if his own strength were not lacking, he would have crossed blades with him long ago; how could he possibly welcome him with a smiling face?

Otherwise, he would not have ordered a small fish monster to welcome the other party; according to etiquette, at the very least, it should have been the Turtle Prime Minister who went to welcome him~...

Outside Bibo Tan,

The catfish monster Benbo'erba treaded through the water to reach the Nine-Headed Insect and spoke cautiously: "Great King Jiuyang, please follow me; I will take you inside~"

Although he did not know what kind of dispute this Great King Jiuyang had with his own Dragon King~

But just from the words and actions of this person just now, and the attitude of his own Dragon King, one could see a glimpse of it. The other party must have a deep-seated grudge against his own Dragon King.

When a big shot sneezes, the little guys have to suffer; if this King Jiuyang saw his Dragon King's attitude and took his anger out on him, it would be a disaster.

Even if he had nine lives, it wouldn't be enough to survive.

Thinking of this,

The catfish monster squeezed a smile onto his face, and although it was very ugly, he tried his best to make it look sincere, saying:

"Great King Jiuyang, this is your first time coming to our Bibo Tan Longgong; you are unfamiliar with the place, so someone should lead the way for you. Please do me the honor of following me!"

Unexpectedly, this Great King Jiuyang did not hold it against him; although he sneered a few times, he ultimately did not vent his anger on him, but instead signaled for him to lead the way.

The catfish monster breathed a sigh of relief, secretly thinking that this King Jiuyang was not as difficult to get along with as he looked! Immediately, he gave a wink to the black fish spirit who had been accompanying the Nine-Headed Insect outside Bibo Tan, letting him follow along as well.

Perhaps, he could get some benefits~

It was just that,

The black fish spirit was feeling terrible at this moment and had no heart to respond to his old companion's hint.

The black fish spirit was not entirely ignorant of Wansheng Gongzhu's temperament; after all, he had always taken marrying Wansheng Gongzhu as his goal, so he had previously understood Wansheng Gongzhu's every aspect through some channels.

If it were said that those previous pretty boys were either lacking in character, poor in temperament, or impure in their intentions, perhaps they would not be looked upon by Wansheng Gongzhu.

But this King Jiuyang before him was different; his own Princess just happened to like this type!

Especially after hearing the words of this King Jiuyang just now, it was obvious that he had long had entanglements with his own Princess; it was likely that his own Dragon King's rush to hold the son-in-law selection meeting this time had to do with this person.

Before, whenever he thought of those pretty boys becoming the Longgong son-in-law, he felt unbearable.

Not to mention this King Jiuyang who had appeared, who very likely had long been in mutual love with his own Princess.

Thinking of this point, he felt even worse.

"Great King Jiuyang, please follow me~"

Seeing that his old companion Babo'erben had no intention of paying attention to him, the catfish monster shook his head; he had a task at hand and had no time to worry about his old companion for the moment.

He immediately led the Nine-Headed Insect to part the water waves and headed toward the Longgong at the bottom of Bibo Tan.

Before long, the Longgong was in sight.

One could see it was magnificent, with gold and jade forming the pillars.

In front of the towers and pavilions, coral trees were scattered in a disorderly fashion, but in reality, they followed a specific pattern, winding around the buildings and adorning the left and right; it was actually an Array Restriction.

Below were various small aquatic beasts, lively and cute, constantly emitting all sorts of calls.

As for above, there were shells half-open, holding pearls, from which brilliant light shot out like flames, casting onto the ground and illuminating it as if it were broad daylight.

Around the Longgong, huge water beasts swam by from time to time, silent and soundless, but as they passed, they cast a shadow, creating an indescribable charm in the interplay of light and shadow~

The Nine-Headed Insect looked on, his heart undisturbed; instead, he sneered slightly at the superficial splendor of the Longgong. The Dragon Clan, indeed, they were all like this~ Wandering along the way, Benbo'erba delivered the Nine-Headed Insect to the front of a magnificent palace and said respectfully: "Great King Jiuyang, we have arrived; the several Great Sages and the Dragon King are waiting for you inside~"

The Nine-Headed Insect nodded, waved his hand to signal the catfish monster to withdraw, and then cast his gaze around.

With his divine sense centered, covering the surroundings, he could clearly sense in the palace before him seven auras far more powerful than his own, vast and mighty, rising straight into the sky, enough to make one's heart tremble.

Even under his Dharma eyes,

He could see large patches of crimson color like blood dripping down, hitting the wood, the eaves, and the pearl light, revealing a chilling baleful aura~

"The Seven Great Sages who swore brotherhood with that arrogant and ignorant stinky Monkey from Huaguo Mountain?" The Nine-Headed Insect's eyes turned, reflecting the scene in the hall within the pale green.

He saw Wansheng, that old dragon, sitting in attendance to the seven heroic and extraordinary figures at the end of the Taiyi Realm, his entire attitude respectful, as if he were serving his ancestors.

"Hmph!"

Sensing the gazes cast by Fang Longye and the others, the Nine-Headed Insect looked back without showing any weakness, clashing with them head-on; the aftermath rippled in all directions, blooming with red-gold starlight, scattering everywhere.

They were nothing but seven fame-seeking frauds! The Nine-Headed Insect glared at them, hating them in his heart.

As the son of the Phoenix Clan, he was exceptionally reverent and sensitive to the term "Great Sage." In his heart, to call oneself a Great Sage without reaching the Daluo realm was a complete blasphemy against the Great Sages of antiquity.

Therefore, the Nine-Headed Insect had long found Fang Longye and the others unpleasant, and naturally, he would not face them with a smile~

In front of the palace gate, he, who was proud by nature, withdrew his gaze, sneered, and stepped inside without fear~

"Jiuyang of the West Wasteland pays respects to you all!"

Inside the hall, this chilling greeting suddenly came, followed by a loud and high-pitched cry.

The space within the entire palace rippled in circles, suffused with black-green colors, clustered together, with poison fire burning.

It was incomparably ferocious, permeating with cruelty, terror, disaster, and slaughter...

Then, nine bird heads stretched in, eighteen pale green gazes reflecting the area, landing on Fang Longye, Niu Mowang, and the other seven, and even on the old dragon Wansheng.

In the end, all the visions dissipated, revealing the Nine-Headed Insect, who was fully armored and armed.

His appearance was plain and unremarkable, even revealing an unspeakable ferocity and gloom; he did not look like a good person at all, though his attire was exceptionally heroic and grand.

He wore a Silver Helmet on his head, its brilliance shaming the white snow; he was clad in a Doumu Armor, shining like the autumn frost; over it was a Brocade Conquest Robe, truly like clouds enveloping jade; his waist was bound with a Rhino Pattern Belt, indeed like a flower python coiling around gold; he held a Crescent Moon Shovel in his hand, flashing like lightning; his entire being had a demonic aura rising to the sky, looking down on everyone.

"Since you have seen us, why do you not bow?"

Fang Longye and the other seven were all figures who reigned supreme in the Taiyi Realm; each of them thought themselves the best in the world, and although the Nine-Headed Insect's momentum was strong, it could not shake their resolve.

On the contrary,

This wanton posture could not help but make the seven of them frown, their gazes toward the Nine-Headed Insect becoming increasingly unkind.

Mihou Wang was even more furious; golden light shot from his eyes, he released his entire aura, fiercely surging forward, and he even began to berate the Nine-Headed Insect.

"Hmph!"

The Nine-Headed Insect let out a muffled snort, flicked the Crescent Moon Shovel in his hand to shave away the incoming pressure, his expression turning colder and more severe, and he began to mock and ridicule: "Just seven fame-seeking, reputation-grabbing wretches, and you really think of yourselves as Demon Race Great Sages? One is a two-faced thief of the Dragon Clan, another is a running dog of the Dao or Brahma families; are you even worthy of me bowing to you with courtesy?"

"Presumptuous!" Mihou Wang and the others were already resentful of his rude behavior, and once these words were spoken, it was no different from adding fuel to the fire; one by one, they released their auras and angrily rebuked him.

Peng Mowang went even further and exposed his background: "Heh!"

"You bastard, how dare you talk about us brothers? Among our Demon Clan, when it comes to being two-faced, if your mother ranks first, I fear no one would dare rank second!"

Well, this statement was truly biased.

Although Jiufeng originated from the Phoenix Clan and frequently participated in the affairs of the Human Clan after the Lich Calamity, to the point where she became a symbol of auspiciousness in the eyes of the Human Clan, she had received quite a bit of criticism from many in the Demon Clan.

But in the end, she was still a Great Divine Ability of the Demon Clan, and she had spent no small amount of effort and energy on the affairs of the Demon Clan in her daily life.

Otherwise, she would not have raised an offspring like the Nine-Headed Insect, who had "a heart dedicated to the Demon Clan."

"Damn it!"

Upon hearing this, the Nine-Headed Insect was naturally enraged. Not to mention that Peng Mowang's words were undoubtedly slandering his mother, the mere term "bastard" made him furious.

It was precisely because this word "bastard" happened to touch the eternal pain point in the heart of the Nine-Headed Insect.

Although he was born from the origin of Jiufeng, he did not inherit the auspicious and lucky side of Jiufeng, but was born inheriting the dark side of Jiufeng.

In fact, this was normal; there has never been absolute light and beauty in this world.

Whether it is that things turn into their opposites when they reach an extreme, or the removal of the dross to keep the essence, in short, the Nine-Headed Insect to Jiufeng was simply equivalent to the God-Spawn born of deities in those Western fantasy novels from Fang Longye's past life.

Fierce, mutated, ugly...

It could be said that the Nine-Headed Insect could not be considered a normal offspring of Jiufeng at all; if it were not for the fact that he was born in response to the Dao, it would not be an exaggeration to call him a deformed child.

For this reason,

The Nine-Headed Insect had always felt deeply ashamed.

"Kill!"

The Nine-Headed Insect, driven by shame and anger, immediately let out an angry shout, pressed forward, swung the Crescent Moon Shovel in his hand, and fiercely shoveled toward Peng Mowang's neck.

Seeing that the shovel head had a chilling light and the precious glow was like a rainbow, Peng Mowang knew it was no ordinary item; it was definitely a top-tier divine weapon, and its power could not be underestimated.

However, although the opponent's divine weapon was sharp, Peng Mowang did not take it seriously at all. He reached out his palm, which transformed into a sharp claw capable of piercing everything, and pressed it against the shovel.

"Clang!"

The shovel and claw touched,

Radiant light erupted, halos rippled, Peng Mowang remained motionless, while the Nine-Headed Insect retreated ten or so steps, each step leaving a footprint three inches deep.

"Heh, ugly bird, did you steal someone's manure shovel to use? No wonder the whole hall was filled with a stench the moment you appeared!"

Having succeeded in one strike, Peng Mowang gauged the Nine-Headed Insect's true strength and felt at ease. Although the opponent was powerful and skilled, he was still far from being his match.

He did not pursue, but just laughed and mocked the other party.

"Hmph!"

After standing firm, the Nine-Headed Insect let out a cold snort. Without a word, he raised his shovel and killed toward Peng Mowang again.

Peng Mowang, confident that his strength was far superior to the Nine-Headed Insect, did not use heavy blows, but just tangled with the Nine-Headed Insect like a cat playing with a mouse, letting the Nine-Headed Insect perform.

It must be said,

This Nine-Headed Insect's martial arts were really not bad; he was worthy of being a character who could fight back and forth with Monkey, Zhu Bajie, and others in the original Journey to the West.

His mastery of the Crescent Moon Shovel had reached a state of perfection.

Stabbing, sweeping, patting, lifting, chopping, hanging, smashing, twisting, etc. —the entire routine had varied movements, the shovel technique was tight, each move connected to the next, interlocking perfectly.

The shovel followed the body, body and weapon as one, displaying a dashing, magnificent, and imposing momentum to the fullest.

It was just that for Peng Mowang, these were all like a breeze brushing his face. Seeing that he had played enough, he kicked out, directly kicking the opponent to the entrance.

Peng Mowang wanted to rush up and pursue the victory, but before his steps moved, he saw the Nine-Headed Insect do a carp kipping up and stand up again—"You're quite durable!"

He muttered, not in a hurry to launch an attack, but instead teased, saying: "Why are you in such a hurry to jump up? Why not lie on the ground and play dead?"

"This is the ultimate move your mother used to survive the Lich Calamity! Did you not inherit it?"

Damn, this guy's mouth is really as foul as ever! Fang Longye, standing to the side, twitched the corner of his mouth.

He was truly bold, relying on his status as the son of Kunpeng to directly mock him to his face without restraint, not afraid of offending Jiufeng Niang Niang—"Roar!"

While Fang Longye was thinking, the Nine-Headed Insect, having been teased by Peng Mowang time and again, was already furious, his eyes spitting fire and his face red as blood.

He let out an angry roar, leaped into the air, shook his body, and revealed his true form: a nine-headed fierce bird with feathers like brocade and a body like tufted silk.

It was twelve feet in circumference, and its length was like that of a giant turtle. Its two feet were as sharp as hooks, and its nine heads were clustered together.

Spreading its wings, it was extremely good at flying, even the Great Peng did not have its strength; its voice, when raised, shook the ends of the earth, even more shrill than a crane. Its many eyes burned with golden light, and its arrogant aura was unlike that of ordinary birds.

After the Nine-Headed Insect revealed his true form, he did not look very large, only about twelve feet in circumference.

However, this did not mean his true form was that small; it was just that he was inside the palace, and to facilitate movement, it was inconvenient to maintain a massive size.

Just after revealing his true form,

The Nine-Headed Insect shook his body and flew to the top of the void, his nine heads letting out cries simultaneously.

This cry was not a dragon's roar, not a phoenix's call, not a crane's shriek; it was an extremely strange cry, very peculiar, very bizarre, and especially unpleasant to hear.

That cry, heard in one's ears, was incomparably piercing, even more hurtful than swords and blades—"Damn, what kind of ugly monster is this!"

Seeing the true form of this Nine-Headed Insect, Peng Mowang was instantly shocked. His golden eyes stared blankly at the nine bird heads clustered together and shaking wildly, and he couldn't help but blurt out a profanity.

It was simply too ugly!

It felt like an eyesore, too unbearable to look at directly.

As the emerald-green smoke and clouds layered all around illuminated its appearance, it could only be described as fierce and ugly.

Its feathers were a solid ink-green, resembling a rich tapestry of flowers, yet at a single glance, the hue was one that made one's hair stand on end with nausea.

Especially upon its neck, where nine heads extended, with eighteen eyes and nine mouths.

Eyes in the front, eyes in the back, seeing in all eight directions; mouths to the left, mouths to the right, nine mouths swallowing the sky, clustered together to create an effect akin to trypophobia.

The most critical part is,

this thieving bird's nine heads were also covered in bumps like Poison sores, oozing Poisonous mucus like pus; it was as disgusting as could be~

It was truly unbearable to look at; just one glance made one feel as though they had suffered irreparable mental pollution.

(End of this chapter)