Chapter 850

"Crazy hag, you wait!"

Ying Wushuang, ash-covered and grimy, held his sunken nose, nasal blood continuously streaming from his chin, stumbled out from within Blood Prison Mountain.

"You wait, you wait!"

Standing on the bank of the first blood river outside Blood Prison Mountain, Ying Wushuang circulated his monster power, repaired his shattered great eagle-hooked nose, jumped up, and pointed toward the main peak of Blood Prison Mountain, shouting loudly.

"This matter, it's not over, not over... Blood Prison, you crazy hag, you wait!"

"Besides, Pei Feng... Your Majesty, I've taken a liking to you, you are mine, tsk, the primeval demon phoenix bloodline, definitely mine!"

Ying Wushuang's body trembled slightly, his eyes flashing with a fierce and extremely greedy light.

Ying Wushuang, son of the Great Demon Emperor Muyun Ying of the Western Demon State.

In the Western Demon State, among monster bloodlines, the nobler the bloodline, the stronger it is, the harder it is to have offspring. The Great Demon Emperor Muyun Ying lived a million years, and in total he had only three sons.

Of them, the two somewhat older ones had already fallen in the war against the Flame Dynasty; thus Ying Wushuang is the sole son of the Great Demon Emperor Muyun Ying, showing how favored he is.

Earlier, the Flame Dynasty's border troops used hidden posts, employing a teleportation array to bypass the Western Demon State's defenses, directly pressing against Blood Prison Mountain, Iron Wall Mountain, and dozens of other important border strongholds; the Western Demon State's high command was furious and immediately dispatched countless monster reinforcements to fight.

Coincidentally, Pei Feng commanded the troops, overseeing the monsters of Blood Prison Mountain, and routed the Flame Dynasty's border troops whose retreat had been cut off, leaving them in disarray.

Ying Wushuang eagerly followed the Great Demon Emperor Muyun Ying to the front to reinforce the battle; amidst the vast sea of monsters, he instantly took a liking to Pei Feng.

Ying Wushuang is an extreme oddball.

The Great Demon Emperor Muyun Ying doted on him excessively, indulging him from childhood. Since monster folk are coarse and uncaring, they never attend to people, so the Great Demon Emperor plundered large numbers of maidservants and servants from the Flame Dynasty, together with the looted luxuries, and raised Ying Wushuang like a noble prince of the Flame Dynasty.

Through constant exposure, Ying Wushuang actually looked down on monster women, believing wholeheartedly that only human girls were the true beauties favored by heaven and earth.

His aesthetic taste, without doubt, does not conform to the mainstream aesthetic of monster folk.

Ying Wushuang had proposed dozens of times to the Great Demon Emperor Muyun Ying that he wanted to marry a noble lady from the Flame Dynasty; among other monster clans with many offspring, anyone daring to make such a demand would have already been beaten to death.

But who made him the sole son of the Great Demon Emperor Muyun Ying?

The Great Demon Emperor Muyun Ying repeatedly rejected Ying Wushuang's fanciful proposals, and time and again searched among the avian monster clans of the Western Demon State for a suitable match for him.

Even Blood Prison had once entered the Great Demon Emperor Muyun Ying's field of vision.

However, Ying Wushuang resisted unto death, refusing to yield and causing countless disturbances; in the end, the Great Demon Emperor Muyun Ying returned empty-handed.

After meeting Pei Feng, upon investigation Ying Wushuang joyfully discovered—Pei Feng is a human girl, and yet she has inherited the primeval demon phoenix bloodline...

Moreover, Pei Feng's ability to train troops and her command power prove she is of extraordinary origin; such knowledge of drilling and commanding troops is not something that girls from ordinary households could access—at the very least, one must be born into a military family, receive a good education, and be a tiger girl of a generals' line to have this opportunity.

In other words, Pei Feng is the human beauty Ying Wushuang likes, and moreover she is of noble birth, the kind of noble lady he favors.

What's more perfect, Pei Feng has inherited the primeval demon phoenix legacy, her body carries the primeval demon phoenix bloodline, and she can likewise be regarded as a 'demon maiden' of the primeval demon phoenix clan!

Perfect, truly too perfect.

Ying Wushuang eagerly proposed to the Great Demon Emperor Muyun Ying the possibility of marrying Pei Feng.

The Great Demon Emperor Muyun Ying immediately sent his trusted subordinates; after a round of inquiries, he also figured out Pei Feng's background—indeed, the Western Demon State had no secrecy to speak of; when the great monsters that followed Blood Prison in attacking Mo Zhuzhan originally drank heavily, they had no guard on their tongues, and they spilled all they knew about Pei Feng.

The Great Demon Emperor Muyun Ying was very satisfied with Pei Feng's background.

Especially the primeval demon phoenix bloodline, which also made the Great Demon Emperor Muyun Ying quite covetous.

In the Western Demon State, monsters have no cultivation methods.

They are like the gods dwelling beyond the firmament, completely determining their status and future solely by the power of their bloodline.

Monster lords, giant monsters, monster kings, monster emperors, monster venerables, and so on—the primeval demon phoenix bloodline is undoubtedly a 'venerable'-level bloodline; once its power is fully unleashed, it can easily become a supreme existence of the monster venerable level.

In the entire Western Demon State, how many monster venerables are there?

Even the Great Demon Emperor Muyun Ying's own bloodline is at most 'emperor'-level; his strength has already peaked, with no chance of further progress.

As for monster bloodlines, unless tempered by heavenly treasures or unless the bloodline mutates, they are destined to decline generation after generation.

Ying Wushuang is the son of the Great Demon Emperor Muyun Ying; the Great Demon Emperor could become the strongest among monster emperors, whereas Ying Wushuang might only become an ordinary monster emperor? And Ying Wushuang's son could possibly be even weaker.

If the primeval demon phoenix bloodline could be introduced, the Great Demon Emperor Muyun Ying seemed to see his future grandson sweeping all directions, achieving monster venerable status, and commanding the awe-inspiring scene of controlling hundreds of millions of monsters.

Thus the Great Demon Emperor Muyun Ying strongly supports Ying Wushuang's pursuit of Pei Feng.

Including that little flood dragon hatchling before, the Great Demon Emperor Muyun Ying personally went to the Myriad Poisons Stream, severely wounded and near-fatally struck the old azure-headed dragon king of the Myriad Poisons Stream, and also crushed the whole nest of big and small dragons there, breaking their bones and tendons, only then seizing that little flood dragon hatchling.

But Ying Wushuang never expected that, bringing such a 'heavy treasure' to curry favor, he would instead be beaten and driven out.

"Too uncouth, you two crazy hags... you wait!"

Ying Wushuang stood by the blood river, one hand wiping the blood from his face while muttering: 'Young master me, from childhood to now, no one has dared to hit me... Oh dear, this temper of mine, this temper of mine... I can't stand it!'

In the high sky, a flock of giant eagles with wingspans over a hundred zhang swooped down, howling, each transforming into a middle-aged man with a fierce appearance, murderous aura soaring to the heavens, and bearing the signature great eagle-hooked nose.

These giant monsters are all trusted subordinates of the Great Demon Emperor Muyun Ying, mostly transformed from raptors such as eagles, vultures, and great eagles; most are of top-tier earth-spirit cultivation, a few have heavenly-spirit strength, and moreover two great monsters boldly possess strength approaching that of a 'king deity'.

"Young master, are you suffering a loss?" a middle-aged man who had also transformed from a vulture glowered, looking at the blood on Ying Wushuang's face, and unconsciously licked his lips.

The blood on Ying Wushuang's face, to these monsters, holds a tremendous allure.

If it weren't for them having already gained spiritual awareness and simultaneously harboring great fear of the Great Demon Emperor Muyun Ying... alas, they would long have been unable to resist striking out, drawing some hot blood from Ying Wushuang to fill their bellies.

This is the nature of monsters; such nature cannot be changed postnatally.

Ying Wushuang delivered a heavy slap to that monster's face, for no reason at all—a straight slap that sent the monster spinning several times on the spot.

Likewise, this is Ying Wushuang's nature. With top-tier ferocious avian bloodline and monster-emperor-level bloodline, he possesses absolute deterrence and control when facing these lesser ferocious birds; at the same time, monster nature dictates that he will show no kindness or mercy toward these great monsters.

"Haven't you seen the blood on my face, young master? That's just nonsense." Ying Wushuang squatted on the ground, toes slightly curled, crouching like a bird perched on a branch, narrowed his eyes and said coldly: 'Think of a way to let young master me get that Pei Feng—sleep with her, young master me will give a heavy reward.'

A group of monsters transformed from ferocious birds likewise squatted on the ground, imitating Ying Wushuang.

Although they have already taken human form, their nature still retains the instinct of ferocious birds; when they squat on the ground, from afar they look like a group of greedy, fierce birds of prey crouching there.

"Charge straight in?" a man transformed from a white-headed eagle scratched his messy white hair: 'Young master, you have no interest in Blood Prison, we don't mind... charge in, capture Blood Prison to let our brothers have a blast, young master you...'

Ying Wushuang slammed a fist into the white-headed eagle-man's face, sending him stumbling back dozens of steps with his head buried in the ground.

"Nonsense, again nonsense... Blood Prison Mountain's innate sky-blocking seal—if we fly over two blood rivers we'll be sucked in and turned to bone..." Ying Wushuang snorted coldly: 'Except for that crazy hag of Blood Prison, unless one has her natal feather, no one can fly in.'

"Our avian clan has no advantage on Blood Prison Mountain!" Ying Wushuang let out an irritated sigh.

Looking up at the sky, Ying Wushuang murmured: 'Young master me has reincarnated wrongly; if young master me's father were the Collapsing Mountain Elephant King, just relying on the elephant king's bloodline's thick hide and tough flesh, young master me could simply charge straight into Blood Prison Mountain.'

All the ferocious birds fell silent.

This remark is impossible to follow…… If the Soaring Cloud Eagle King knew his own son looked down on his own bloodline, heh, whoever responds to this will die!

A lithe little hunting hawk swooped down from the high sky, crying out; the hawk suddenly plunged toward the ground, made a turn, and vast demonic clouds roiled, within which he transformed into a youth of about fourteen or fifteen, his face dark and sinister.

His two feet remained those of a hunting hawk's claws, while his upper body had fully turned into a human youth's form; he staggered forward a few steps, then crouched before Ying Wushuang.

"Young master, young master, I, your servant, have just gathered some news…… hehe, outside, in the direction of the Flame Dynasty, at the Dead Ox Pit, a group of people has just entered our demon realm's territory. Hearing news coming back from the Flame Dynasty side, the leader of that group is called Wu Tie; he has come to our demon realm to find someone."

Ying Wushuang rolled his eyes: "He's looking for someone—what does that have to do with us?"

The youth gave a grim, sinister laugh: "He's looking for Lord Pei Feng!"

Ying Wushuang stared, then sprang to his feet, glaring fiercely toward Blood Prison Mountain: "No wonder I, the young master, am so handsome and elegant, my lineage also being an outstanding figure of the demon realm—Lord Pei Feng looks down on me… Feelings, you, you, you, you have an old flame!"

A flash of killing light flickered in Ying Wushuang's eyes; then he pointed at a nearby man who had cultivated into a vulture and said in a deep voice: "Go, tell my father about this; I, the young master, will take people now, cannot let that brat see Pei Feng… Pei Feng is mine, the Primeval Demon Phoenix bloodline is mine, Pei Feng's child must be mine, the young master's…"

With a long cry, Ying Wushuang's body flashed with cloud-light; great plumes burst from within him, and he instantly transformed into a giant eagle with a wingspan over a thousand zhang, shrieking 'ga-ga' as he shot up into the sky.

Vast clouds naturally swirled and entwined around Ying Wushuang's body, escorting him straight up to a height of a thousand li above the ground.

A group of ferocious-bird warriors hastily shifted into their true forms, likewise riding the raging winds and thick clouds, some with flames and lightning coiling around them, letting out strange, grating cries as they fiercely pursued Ying Wushuang into the sky.

It was clearly visible that the true forms manifested by these ferocious-bird warriors had wingspans of only a few hundred zhang, far smaller than Ying Wushuang's true form.

Although their aura was more violent and ferocious, compared to the aura surrounding Ying Wushuang, theirs seemed overly crude and shallow, obviously giving an impression of insufficient foundation.

This is the power of the demon race's bloodline.

Bloodline decides everything.

Wu Tie and company have already passed through the Dead Ox Pit.

The Flame Dynasty's western borders are in great turmoil, many regional lords have joined forces in rebellion, troops are being mobilized everywhere, and everywhere scenes of military chaos abound.

Under such circumstances, basically no one has the mind to intercept Wu Tie and Feng Xiao's group any further.

Wu Tie also quickened his pace; not long after, they formally left the Flame Dynasty's territory and entered the demon realm's lands.

Along the way, Feng Xiao's three brothers have already explained the situation of the western demon realm clearly and thoroughly. Feng Xiao has no interest in these matters, but his three brothers have received the most orthodox royal education, their knowledge and experience not inferior to that of the court officials.

Ahead, towering mountains rose like iron walls; between two steep, perilous cliffs stood a iron-stone wall three hundred li in length, towering imposingly.

The wall is a hundred zhang high, orderly, inscribed with various defensive formations on its surface, and laden with numerous lethal prohibitions.

According to the introduction by Feng Xiao's three brothers, the western demon realm's productivity is low; on the frontier, these demon realm's defensive fortifications were all built by captured Flame Dynasty artisans and corresponding talents.

Within the Flame Dynasty itself, even merchant guilds actively smuggle talents such as formation masters to the western demon realm.

On the wall, a few little demons with fluffy rabbit heads and blinking red eyes held bamboo spears, peeking out cautiously and asking Wu Tie: "Hey, you down there, what are you doing?"

One little rabbit summoned courage and shouted loudly: "Let me tell you, the great army ahead of you has already been defeated…… those fools who intruded into our demon realm have all been slaughtered to the last…… this place is not where you can cause trouble!"

Wu Tie, following the advice of Feng Xiao's three brothers, took out a bottle of the most basic wound medicine from his sleeve, poured the dark-red powder into his palm, and said: "Brothers, we are here as honest merchants, not those who draw blades to kill!"

In the next moment, the gate in the wall burst open, and dozens of heavily armored men whose heads were those of wolves, tigers, leopards and other beasts strode out.

"Hahaha, honored merchants, honored guests…… Do you have any wine? Did you bring good wine?"

"Do you have any silk? My lady tiger wants to make a long skirt; her waist is one zhang two chi—help me calculate how much silk is needed!"

"Do you have any worm-expelling pills? That brat drank raw water and grew many worms in his belly—do you have any worm-expelling pills?"

"Give me a good blade…… the heavier the better, the heavier the better, price is no problem; we have here a great python's inner elixir, cultivated for three thousand years—take a look, is it alright?"

Wu Tie and company, right at the gate, were surrounded by a group of enthusiastic great demons.