Chapter 390: The Rise of the New Emperor (Part 3 of 2, 3k)

The clouds and mist parted.

The White Goose Demon Emperor pawed the ground; it had already glimpsed this lion's temper from other demons' accounts.

Yet hearing a hundred times is not the same as seeing once.

When it truly witnessed this scene, it was still somewhat surprised.

Moments later, the White Goose Demon Emperor laughed again: "Good."

Coincidentally, it wished to blunt the opponent's sharp edge; since this lion was so impatient, it did not mind granting its wish.

Arrogance born of merit would not work within the Thousand Demons Cave.

"If you wish to fight, then fight properly!"

The White Goose let out a long neigh; immediately, a crowd of demons rushed over, then scattered in all directions!

Soon, a pair of eyes appeared in the sky.

Then a second pair, a third pair...

Those eyes seemed to have just awakened from slumber, still bearing a trace of drowsiness, but quickly turned into curiosity.

Fully five mysterious existences began to focus on this place.

"Since this is a selection for a new Great Demon Emperor, let all of you see exactly who is more suitable."

"However, weapons have no eyes, and life and death are determined by fate."

"You must consider this carefully."

The White Goose Demon Emperor's words slowly swept outward.

Besides the five Great Demon Emperors, many lesser demons cautiously gathered here.

Their gazes fell upon the two figures in the center.

"Hah."

Jin Chi, the Golden-Winged Demon Emperor, gently rubbed her forehead; based on her understanding of lions, if there had been any room for reconciliation before, the moment this confrontation unfolded, the opponent would absolutely not turn back.

After the White Goose Demon Emperor finished speaking, it stood silently.

What it wanted was to break this lion's straight spine before all the demons.

If this matter were handled well,

perhaps in the future, there would be no need to eliminate this lion, but instead truly use the opponent as a reliable sharp blade.

Only with awe in the heart does one know rank and status.

Thinking of this, the White Goose Demon Emperor cast its gaze downward.

The eight-armed giant felt its stare, and his face instantly turned gloomy.

He did not know where this lion had gotten such arrogance.

But he would, before all the Great Demon Emperors, inch by inch, personally crush this lion's bones.

He had waited so many years, and only now had this vacancy finally arrived.

Whoever seizes it dies!

"Come!"

The giant suddenly spread his eight muscular arms, letting out a fierce roar.

Though in human form, his size was in no way inferior to that eight-zhang-tall male lion.

Plus the grotesque appearance of his arms, he looked even more imposing than the lion.

And before his roar had even subsided,

the towering figure before him had vanished from the spot; so fast was his speed that even those golden eyes dragged trails of light in the air, like fiery tails.

Boom!

Shen Yi suddenly crashed into the Thousand-Footed Demon Emperor's embrace, his sharp claws digging deeply into the opponent's muscles.

He lifted the entire figure up and smashed him down onto Gaoshan.

The collision of their meeting caused the earth to shake and the mountains to tremble, making the demons tremble in fear.

But neither the White Goose nor Jin Chi, nor the five pairs of eyes in the sky, showed any change whatsoever.

For a Great Demon Emperor, such strength did not even count as an appetizer.

"Is this because of injuries, is he weakened?"

The plump woman furrowed her brows; the lion's force just now was at most equivalent to the early stage of late-stage Soul Transformation.

Let alone dealing with the Thousand-Footed Demon Emperor, even slaying Zhang Xuanyan, as rumored, would be impossible.

Too reckless! He should have healed his injuries first.

The Eighth Cave is right there and isn't going anywhere; what's the rush!

"Hah."

The Thousand-Footed Demon Emperor plummeted toward the foot of the mountain.

He did not struggle but maintained his falling motion; on his face, there was not only no surprise, but rather a few traces of pleasure.

As if enjoying the thrill before a slaughter.

With such strength, he dares to shout at me, acting as if it were a real deal.

He opened his eyes, looking at the figure attacking from mid-air.

A sneer erupted on his lips; all eight arms shot out simultaneously, suddenly seizing the opponent's spine!

Under the immense force, the lion's entire body of muscles nearly burst apart.

No special arts were needed; he chose the most brutal method to display his formidable strength before all the Emperors.

"Is it very comfortable?"

The Thousand-Footed Demon Emperor finally let out a wild mockery; his eight arms were as unbreakable as cast iron, as if at any moment they could crush the lion into a soft, boneless corpse.

"Speak!"

Hearing the noisy sound rising beside his ear, Shen Yi's eyes remained calm.

Acting in front of so many Great Demon Emperors, he had actually suffered a great disadvantage; whether it was Dao arts, sword techniques, or the arrays filling his mind, almost none could be used.

He adjusted his breath slightly, then his palm, like an iron hammer, suddenly smashed into the Thousand-Footed Demon Emperor's jaw!

Boom—

A mighty force surged out through his palm.

It smashed the Thousand-Footed Demon Emperor's head backward.

In a palm unnoticed by anyone, a Li Fire brand had silently been sent inside.

"Pah!"

The burly man spat out a mouthful of blood, a hint of suspicion flashing in his eyes.

It clearly felt it could crush the lion's body in the next moment, yet this feeling had persisted for nearly five breaths, still unable to advance an inch, as if this was the limit, impossible to break through no matter what.

Even stranger, did this lion feel no pain?

Under such circumstances, it could still exert force as if nothing were wrong.

However, this doubt lasted only an instant.

A searing pain surged up from an unfathomable depth.

The Thousand-Footed Demon Emperor let out a long roar, unconsciously manifesting its hundred-zhang-long true form, its dense feet clinging to the mountain wall, tearing off large chunks of stone skin.

Rattle-rattle—

Having barely stopped its movement, it did not launch a counterattack; instead, it shook its head violently, like a mad dragon dancing wildly, smashing flying debris all around.

"Hmm?"

The Bai Hong Demon Emperor finally paused in surprise.

The Thousand-Footed one's reaction was as if something above its head was tearing at it, yet no matter how closely it looked, it saw nothing but emptiness.

However, they were still in the midst of a fight; where was there time to think?

The Golden-Eyed Lion Emperor stepped out indifferently, kicked the Thousand-Footed Demon Emperor over with a fierce stomp, watching it continue to fall down the mountain.

His figure shot out explosively.

He smashed another palm onto the Thousand-Footed Demon Emperor's head.

The following strikes fell like a violent storm,

each one causing the Thousand-Footed Demon Emperor to let out a scream, its body rolling madly as if suffering intense torture.

Five Li Fire brands were driven entirely into its divine soul.

Shen Yi showed no intention of stopping even slightly.

After practicing the Cave-Deep Soul-Forging Art, his divine soul was far beyond what it had been in the past.

Raising his palm again, another Li Fire brand suddenly appeared in his palm.

Boom!

The Thousand-Footed Demon Emperor finally lost its strength; its feet could no longer grip the mountain wall, and it began falling down the mountain.

A crisp humming sound, swish!

A black flowing light fell into Shen Yi's palm, transforming into a ferocious long spear longer than his body.

Lei Guang flickered within it, dark radiance spilling through his finger gaps, as if tearing the night sky; he dove down one last time, spear tip leading, his entire body transforming into a dark-tailed long serpent.

Ssslaa!

With the support of the Nine Demon Powers, the Dark-Tailed Spear split the Thousand-Footed Demon Emperor's head in two.

Slicing down from the middle!

Dark green demon blood splashed outward, blooming in the air.

By the time it crashed to the ground, it had become two Five-Hundred-Footed Demon Emperors.

The mountain body shattered, falling stones flying everywhere.

The Golden-Eyed Lion dragged the long spear with one hand, expression indifferent, stepping out of the curtain of blood in the sky, leaving a blood print with every step.

He stuffed the demon core in his hand into his mouth and chewed it carefully.

"Ahh!!"

The small demons standing at the foot of the mountain scattered backward, cursing that their parents had not given them two extra legs.

They were clearly demons from the same Thousand-Demon Cave.

Yet that majestic figure in their eyes appeared so fierce and terrifying.

As if the other party was the true Great Demon.

"No..."

Jin Chi Demon Emperor held his breath, never expecting it to end so quickly.

The entire process was extremely bizarre.

The Thousand-Footed Demon Emperor had gone mad for no reason, as if poisoned... Could this lion perhaps know a bit of pharmacology and have mixed some deadly poison with the precious herbs from the Spirit Plant Garden?

The five pairs of eyes in the sky exchanged shocked glances, even feeling that Bai Hong was mocking them.

Where was this a evenly matched fight?

It was clearly a one-sided massacre... What was there even to watch?

"Hah-chi."

The white horse, amidst the clouds, stared fixedly at the figure below.

Its black eyes grew deep once more.

It spoke in a cold voice: "What demon art did you just use?"

Originally, he had no intention of asking in detail because, in his eyes, the lion was already a corpse; the only question was when it had died.

For such a suspicious existence, Bai Hong never held back.

But now, he must ask for clarity.

"..."

Hearing this question, Shen Yi finally stopped his steps.

He raised his gaze to look at the sky.

He discovered that the black eyes of that white horse were flickering faintly.

Silence lasted a long time.

"Tsk."

Killing intent fully exposed in Shen Yi's eyes, he suddenly let out a scoff: "Do you think you are worthy to question this Emperor?"

"..."

Including Jin Chi, the Demon Emperor, all the great Demon Emperors fell into silence.

Immediately after.

The lion casually raised his long spear, pointing it lightly and mockingly at the sky: "Have you forgotten this Emperor's current identity?"

Who among us is not one of the Ten Great Demon Emperors?

Upon hearing this, Bai Hong's expression was finally completely covered by chill, and he spoke concisely: "I ask, you answer, or die."

Such a calm statement, yet it manifested the terrifying killing intent of this Demon Emperor of the Third Cave.

Jin Chi's face changed slightly.

Just as he was about to speak to advise.

He saw that the lion still wore an expression of not knowing death, shaking the Youwei Spear to create a spear flourish, pointing it directly at the white horse's neck.

"You didn't just want to kill this Emperor now; do you really take this Emperor for a fool? Should I tell you my means of survival?"

Shen Yi sneered: "It is dead, and you can no longer hold back your killing intent. Since that is the case, why compete? Let you decide all Ten Great Demon Emperors."

Having said this, he beckoned to the white horse with a finger: "Come, kill this Emperor."

Upon hearing these words, the five pairs of eyes in the sky suddenly showed a strange look, and all sounds ceased.

The plump woman flapped her wings, looking at the white horse with a complex expression.

"..."

Demon Emperor Bai Hong's black eyes blinked, and his lips moved.

Until the blackness in those eyes turned into the most concentrated killing intent.

"You are, of course, one of the Ten Great Demon Emperors."

"This Emperor indeed has no qualification to question you."

"This Emperor will not only not kill you but will also announce to the world that you are the new Emperor of my Thousand Demon Caves."

"Are you satisfied?"

Hearing this hurried response.

The smile on Shen Yi's face grew even wider: "You had better speak louder, let more people from Mount Wutong come; this Emperor is just hungry, and it would be good to let the Thousand Demon Caves see if this Emperor is qualified to guard this Eighth Cave."

"Or the Third Cave?"

He glanced sideways at the white horse, his golden eyes sharp, put away his smile, and strode away toward the distance.

His back grew increasingly lonely.

Demon Emperor Bai Hong silently stared at the other party walking away.

"Do you really want to kill it? I mean before today." Jin Chi looked over suspiciously.

"That is correct." How could Bai Hong, with his pride, lie about such a thing?

"What is the evidence?" Jin Chi widened his eyes.

"There is no evidence. Xuan Ming died, but it did not; I do not believe it. Of course, it might be because I also dislike its temper." Bai Hong looked sideways.

"But..."

Jin Chi instinctively refuted that the other party had clearly distinguished truth from falsehood that day.

Yet he did not say it.

The instinctive distrust in his heart actually required no reason... In other words, if one wishes to find a crime, one can always find an excuse.

She spat: "Are you not afraid of scattering the people's hearts?"

A demon capable of distinguishing truth from falsehood was already subtly resisted by the other Demon Emperors, after all, who does not have some hidden thoughts?

Now, it had even added its own arbitrary prejudice.

"..."

In the gap between their conversation.

The five pairs of eyes in the sky cautiously reined in their emotions and quietly dispersed one after another...

(End of this chapter)