Chapter 352: Remember, I Am the Lion Emperor

Compared to the splendid appearance of this magical robe, Shen Yi placed greater emphasis on its practicality.

After a brief attempt, the effect was somewhat startling.

Even his own Heavenly Fiend Five Thunder Sword Art, which he had just cultivated to perfection, likely could not harm it in the slightest.

No wonder the Xuan Guang Cave had been so fixated on it.

The might of the General Nanyang Sect could be glimpsed even from this single magical robe.

It was just unknown whether others had obtained treasures of equal grade, or even superior ones.

This was a gift from an attendant to celebrate an elder's birthday, yet it possessed such formidable defensive power; what then lay within the elder's cave dwelling... and what of the Sect Master?

And why did the General Nanyang Sect, which possessed such treasures, leave behind only cave dwellings without a single living cultivator?

Shen Yi's curiosity grew even stronger.

If only he could locate the position of the elder's cave dwelling, most of his doubts would surely be resolved.

"..."

The moment he stepped out of the small tower, Shen Yi transformed back into that tall and muscular Golden-Eyed Lion Emperor, though he had changed the punch-claw wound on his abdomen into a sword wound.

He retracted his Golden Body Dharma Image and darted toward the outside of the cave dwelling.

As for the corpses of the Black Bear and the Silver-Backed Ape Emperor, since the Demon Blood currently had no other use besides replenishing aura, Shen Yi did not rush to dissolve them, but instead stored them within a storage treasure.

He had just left the cave dwelling when he received a telepathic message from the Lion Emperor.

"Reporting to my Lord, I have found one of the five herbs mentioned by that fox, but this is the territory of the Ghost-Tailed Demon Emperor. What do you think?"

"Understood."

Shen Yi did not change his direction of travel.

What territory of the Ghost-Tailed Demon Emperor? In the Thousand Demon Caves, whoever has the bigger fist owns the territory.

What he needed to do now was first change the other demons' stereotypical impression of the Lion Emperor.

The Bright Thunder Lei Chi.

Thick thunderous magma churned restlessly as a strange beast with a sheep's head and a qilin's body lazily walked onto the shore.

All four of its hooves were covered in purple scales.

With every step it took, a deafening explosion sounded beneath its feet.

Above the depression hovered a massive dark-black flood dragon, which stared coldly down at the scene below: "Will you help this Emperor or not?"

"Help you?"

The Thunder-Hoof Demon Emperor found a stone to lie down on: "What's in it for me?"

"Hiss!" The Ghost-Tailed Demon Emperor flicked its tail: "Retrieve this Emperor's tailbone for me, and I will let you live in my cave dwelling."

"Heh, this Emperor's place is quite fine."

The Thunder-Hoof Demon Emperor closed its eyes, appearing not very interested.

Seeing this, the Ghost-Tailed Demon Emperor circled anxiously in the air; the target it intended to deal with on this journey was Yu Chaoan of Mount Wutong, and only by capturing the opponent could it possibly force out the whereabouts of his accomplices.

Winning the fight would not be difficult, but capturing the opponent... and even more so, doing so without disturbing other cultivators of Mount Wutong, would require numerous aids.

Unfortunately, the Ghost-Tailed Demon Emperor was accustomed to coming and going alone and had very few friends.

The Demon Emperor it followed, one of the Top Ten Caves, was currently in hibernation, so it could only come to seek help from Lei Ti, who belonged to the same Demon Emperor's command.

It never expected the other party to hold such a contemptuous attitude.

"You..."

Just then, the two Demon Emperors suddenly sensed something and looked toward the dense forest above the depression.

They saw a scarred figure walking slowly forward between the tall ancient trees.

Once the Ghost-Tailed Demon Emperor clearly saw the appearance of the newcomer, it disdainfully withdrew its gaze; even if it lacked assistance, it would not set its mind on a mere foolish demon at the early stage of Soul Transformation.

The Thunder-Hoof Demon Emperor raised its eyelids slightly: "How did it go?"

Shen Yi calmly looked down at the scene below: "It is resolved."

Having said that, he turned to leave, as if he had truly come only to deliver a notification.

Having witnessed this scene, the Ghost-Tailed Demon Emperor sneered and glanced at the Thunder-Hoof, noting that while everyone said it was solitary by nature, look at this dead sheep; it couldn't even suppress a Golden-Eyed Lion, so it was inferior even to itself.

"..."

The Thunder-Hoof Demon Emperor fell silent for a moment before finally rising to its feet: "Stop."

Shen Yi slowly halted his steps and looked back: "Is there something?"

Being stared at so openly by those golden eyes, a cold light rose in the Thunder-Hoof Demon Emperor's eyes; since their last meeting, it had already felt some anger, though it had not erupted on the spot.

Once again, and yet again.

Did this lion think it had no temper?

"This Emperor wishes to ask you, where are the Silver-Back and that bear?"

"Dead."

Shen Yi's concise answer left both Demon Emperors stunned for a moment; after a few breaths passed, they realized the other party had no intention of explaining further.

That was it?

The Thunder-Hoof Demon Emperor finally straightened its body and spoke coldly: "You had better give this Emperor a reasonable explanation."

The Ghost-Tailed Demon Emperor also temporarily forgot about its tail and looked over with interest.

They saw the eight-zhang-tall lion finally step back toward the cliff edge.

Without haste or delay, it squatted halfway, opened its hand-claws, and a head rolled out from its palm, tumbling down the cliff face toward the depression.

It rolled until it reached the front of the Thunder-Hoof Demon Emperor, where it was stepped on by the latter's front hoof.

After clearly seeing the appearance of that person.

Its four ink-green eyes narrowed simultaneously, falling into silence: "..."

The Youwei Demon Emperor looked at that head, then at the lion by the cliff edge, equally speechless.

They might not recognize other cultivators.

But Zhang Xuanyan of the Xuan Guang Cave was quite famous within the Thousand Demon Caves.

His cultivation might be a tier lower than theirs, but the precious magical treasures all over his body made demons and monsters headache-inducing; at the very least, Demon Emperors from twenty caves away were simply no match for him.

And now, his head lay quietly on the ground like this.

His expression was filled with incredulous terror.

As if he had seen something horrifying, he could not close his eyes even after perishing.

"Do you have any more questions?"

Shen Yi squatted by the cliff edge, calmly looking down at the other party.

The Lei Ti Demon Emperor stared at the ground below, and only after a long while did he slowly raise his head: "Keeping a low profile is never wrong."

"Tsk."

The burly lion demon grinned, its fangs sharp, revealing a mocking smile: "This Emperor worries that if I keep being so low-profile, other brothers might still want to step into this Emperor's cave."

Having said that, it clapped its hands, stood up, and walked toward the distance; soon its figure vanished into the dense forest.

Boom!

The instant the lion disappeared, the Lei Ti Demon Emperor suddenly crushed that head.

Dense fury surged in its four eyes.

"A lowborn brat who has risen to power!"

One must admit, after the other party killed Zhang Xuanyan, he could still stand here with calm composure.

That alone meant he possessed the qualification to speak with it on equal terms.

To slay this beast, a price would certainly have to be paid.

Though the Lei Ti Demon Emperor was angry, he was unwilling to suffer the same miserable fate as the Youwei Old Dragon for the sake of a mere verbal dispute.

"Judging by the tone, it seems you owe it a great deal," the Youwei Demon Emperor observed thoughtfully.

"Within the Thousand Demon Caves, it has always been so," the Lei Ti Demon Emperor snorted, stepping toward the Thunder Plasma.

"Will you or will you not help this Emperor?" the Youwei Demon Emperor rose into the air once more.

The Lei Ti Demon Emperor sipped the Thunder Plasma, not even bothering to lift his head: "Get lost!"

"..."

The Youwei Demon Emperor looked deeply at it once, then turned and soared away directly.

He spoke of others, yet wasn't this dead sheep also a lowborn brat? Before its tailbone was lost, even if it were lent a few guts, would it dare to be so presumptuous?

(End of this chapter)