Chapter 852

Tie Sanhua laughed "hahaha", like a stimulated flea, "swish-swish" bursting out of the west gate of Iron Arm City.

Wu Tie brandished the Wind-Fire Nine-Dragon Staff, trailing a large afterimage, darting wildly through the forests, startling countless birds; several dens of wild boar were frightened into howling as they fled the woods.

Afterward, a large group of monkey demons brandished sticks, chitter-chattering as they charged out of the west gate, likewise leaping and jumping into the forest.

Wu Tie, Lao Tie, Feng Xiao and their party waited until the monkeys' backs disappeared, then leisurely walked out of Iron Arm City, leaving behind a large crowd of great and lesser demons seeing them off along the way.

Several heavily made-up female demons, each waist as thick as seven or eight Wu Ties, waved small pink handkerchiefs, loudly calling to Wu Tie: "Lord Wu Tie, remember the rouge and powder I asked for……"

"The amount you brought this time is too little; a couple of applications isn't enough…… Next time remember to bring thirty or fifty thousand catties over; we have nothing else, but plenty of spirit crystals and medicinal herbs……"

"Hehe, Lord Wu Tie, it's fine if you don't want those vulgar trinkets; I can keep you happily entertained however you like……"

Wu Tie shivered with a sudden chill, not looking back, a wisp of flowing cloud rose beneath his feet as he chased after Tie Sanhua.

Tie Sanhua waved his staff, laughing "gaga", ran wildly headless through the forests, shooting out several hundred li in a puff of smoke before panting as he leapt onto the summit of a large mountain, squatted on a big rock, and looked back toward Iron Arm City.

Eight hundred carefully selected monkey demons also rushed over, each jumping and dancing on the trees, showing off their brand-new armor and brand-new sticks.

Tie Sanhua emptied the armory of Iron Arm City, also borrowing a large sum of money from several wealthy demon clans in the city, finally equipping his eight hundred personal guard monkey demons with a full set of fine equipment produced by the Chao Dynasty.

Delighted, Tie Sanhua prepared to personally escort Wu Tie to Blood Hell Mountain; meanwhile, proudly he brought all eight hundred personal guards with him—he intended to detour back to Iron Arm Mountain to show off to his brothers and sisters.

Tsk, even the current Iron Arm King's guard, namely the personal guard of Tie Sanhua's elder brother, couldn't be equipped so neatly.

These eight hundred fully armed monkey demons may not be strong in combat, but they are absolutely deserving of the title 'the wealthiest elite' in the history of the Iron-Arm Mighty Ape clan. Tie Sanhua, pleased with himself, scratched his ears and cheeks, wishing he could leap back into the Iron-Arm Mighty Ape tribe right now to let his brothers and sisters drool.

Wu Tie and his party stepped on the clouds and pursued.

Tie Sanhua looked at Wu Tie standing on the cloud mass and couldn't help but sigh: "Brother Wu Tie, why don't you think again? Honestly, our mother……"

Wu Tie's face turned green for a moment; he hastily waved his hands: "Sanhua, don't bring this up—we're still good brothers. If you keep mentioning this, I'll have to find someone else to guide us, hey."

Tie Sanhua let out a long sigh, drooping his head in dejection as he nodded slightly.

Having been cooped up in Iron Arm City for a long time, fighting to the death with the Chao border troops, he finally managed to set aside his defensive duties, go out of the city to relax, and Tie Sanhua, together with a group of monkey demons, let loose in revelry, finally calming down.

They raised vast demonic clouds, whipped up rolling gales, blowing countless rocks tumbling across the ground along the way, snapping countless large trees on the mountains, and all the while stirring up wind and waves as they brought Wu Tie and his party westward.

Demonic wind rolled, demonic clouds rolled, Tie Sanhua wantonly emitted demon-king-level vast demonic aura, frightening the birds and beasts along the route into silence, each curling up in their nests, trembling.

Suddenly, as they passed a mountain several thousand zhang tall, Tie Sanhua's Wind-Fire Nine-Dragon Staff abruptly spewed wind-fire power; a single strike smashed the mountain summit, collapsing an otherwise pristine, clear-watered beautiful mountain halfway, crushing to death countless unfortunate birds and beasts.

Wu Tie exclaimed in alarm: "How can this be? Are there enemies here?"

Tie Sanhua laughed "hahaha" while shaking his head repeatedly at Wu Tie: "Brother Wu Tie, you don't know—this is the pomp of our demon king's travels. The wind must be great, the clouds ample, actions wanton, movements loud."

"If you're not wanton, not flamboyant, people will think you weak and powerless, and will look down on you in their hearts."

"Wantonness represents strength; only we demon kings who possess strength…… are qualified to behave this way!"

Wu Tie was left dazed by Tie Sanhua's words; such demonic wind, such demonic clouds—along the way countless trees were reduced to pulp, flying boulders who knows how many lives they inadvertently harmed—could it be all for this reason?

Eh…… the demon race's code of conduct is indeed vastly different from that of humans.

But then, think of the aristocrats and civil-military officials on the Three Kingdoms continent; when they travel, their entourages and deportment seem to also share some common ground?

Wherever those high officials and nobles pass, the common folk on the streets are driven away and the roads cleared; any slight offense earns either an on-the-spot flogging or outright arrest and imprisonment—compared to Tie Sanhua's conduct today, it's merely different means, the same essential principle.

Tie Sanhua and these great demons are merely expressing it more fully and vividly, more primitive and essential.

Having traveled westward several thousand li, Tie Sanhua laughed loudly: "Brother Wu Tie, those Blood Hell Mountain, Iron Wall Mountain, Iron Arm Mountain and the other eighteen great demon territories are the backing for our line of forty-nine military cities; if we can't hold out, we'll directly call for aid from those mountains."

So, Blood Hell Mountain is also only twenty-three thousand plus li from our Iron Arm City; flying slowly, that's just a matter of one or two hours.

As for our western demon realm, if we talk about splendid grandeur, it certainly can't match the Chao Dynasty…… but if we speak of genuine, lovely mountains and waters, the Chao's soft, feeble little hills and streams can't compare.

In your human terms, what is this called…… hehe, it's primitive wild charm, exactly that.

Wu Tie couldn't help but smile and nod; Tie Sanhua, surprisingly, still managed to acquire a bit of literary flair—though crude, his eagerness to learn is still commendable.

Perhaps, because he was about to meet Pei Feng soon, Wu Tie's mood was relaxed, the cloud's speed unhurried, maintaining a pace of tens of thousands of li per hour.

This is only because the route is unfamiliar; otherwise, with Wu Tie's current cultivation, a single teleport would carry him a million li—these mere twenty-three thousand li are nothing; it's just a matter of lifting a foot and arriving.

Tie Sanhua frothed at the mouth, all the while brandishing demonic wind and clouds to his heart's content.

He pointed out the scenery below: for example, that mountain's wild peaches are tasty, this mountain's wild grapes are sweet and crisp, in that mountain's cave dwelling there is a fox kept as a concubine by a certain great demon, while the old turtle in the neighboring mountain stream had once been a pet raised by Chao nobility……

This is the western demon realm.

This is Tie Sanhua's homeland where he grew up.

Therefore, he is extremely familiar with the mountains, rivers, flowers, and grasses here.

Every time they flew over a few peaks, a terrifyingly powerful great demon would leap out from the mountains or caves, stand on the summit, and point at the wind-and-wave-stirring Tie Sanhua, cursing him loudly.

Tie Sanhua likewise spat out incessant vulgarities, blasting those great demons with a tirade, exchanging curses about each other's ancestral lineages.

Having flown several thousand li, Tie Sanhua suddenly halted the demonic wind, proudly showing off his staff to a massive giant ape standing on the cliff edge below.

"Hey, Black Old Seven, today your family's Flower Grandfather has business, no time to play with you. Next time let's have a rematch? Hehe, if you lose, that dragon-blood fruit in your cave will be Flower Grandfather's."

"See? See? This is the fine staff our Wu Tie brother gave us!"

"Hehe, have you ever seen a staff this thick, this hard, this heavy in your lifetime?"

"Hehe, next time Flower Grandfather will smash your skull with a single blow, and those few wives of yours will all be Flower Grandfather's!"

The giant ape, a hundred zhang tall, had its eyes bulge from its sockets as it stared fixedly at Tie Sanhua's Wind-Fire Nine-Dragon Staff, and said in a low voice: "A fine staff, fallen into your hands, it's been wasted."

Tie Sanhua flew into a rage, shrieking: "What nonsense? What bullshit? Ah, such a fine staff—matching your family's Flower Grandfather, it's literally a beautiful woman paired with a handsome man…… Flower Grandfather, where could he not be worthy of this treasure?"

The giant ape gave a cold snort, gritting its teeth as it swung at the nearby mountain peak, where a solid iron-blue staff silently emerged from the summit, which it seized in its grasp.

Don't wait for next time, Tie Sanhua—if you've got the guts, let's wager with Black Grandfather right now.

Black Grandfather bets using his seven concubines against this staff……

Wu Tie rolled his eyes speechlessly on the side; Tie Sanhua, showing off all the way and stirring up trouble, just how long will it take to reach Blood Hell Mountain at this rate?

On the western horizon, a vast expanse of thick clouds roiled forth; an extremely sharp demonic aura tore through the void, driving the air to flow rapidly, forming a pale cyan air turbulence around Wu Tie and company.

A palm-width, several-zhang-long cyan turbulence ripped through the void, emitting a 'hiss-hiss' tearing sound, like countless steel blades lunging at Wu Tie and company.

Wu Tie gave a cold snort; the surrounding void suddenly solidified, the air becoming as still as a bronze bell.

A substantial-seeming transparent glazed gold bell appeared beside Wu Tie, enveloping him and his party within.

Countless wind blades sliced the golden bell, emitting a booming 'humming' sound, but the wind blades shattered while the golden bell remained unmoved.

Tie Sanhua and Hei Laoqi, who were about to fight, simultaneously lifted their heads and looked toward that patch of demonic cloud. Afterwards, Hei Laoqi shouted angrily: "Where did this puny bird come from? This thirteen-thousand-li area is Grandfather Black's territory!"

Hei Laoqi leapt into the air, stepping on black clouds; thick black clouds spewed from his nostrils, forming a huge monkey head that shrieked and roared, opening its maw to bite at the distant demonic cloud.

An azure long spear tore through the air and struck heavily upon the black monkey head.

With a loud boom, the monkey head shattered; Hei Laoqi stepped back two paces, while the azure long spear shook violently, continuously spinning as it flew back into the demonic cloud.

Sharp cries rang in his ears nonstop; in an instant, that patch of demonic cloud rushed right up before him.

A giant vulture with a wingspan over a thousand zhang flicked its wings, its form vanishing instantly; Ying Wushuang, clad in a full set of armor, flipped and steadied himself upon a mass of thick cloud.

Behind him, nearly a hundred great demons of the eagle and vulture kind transformed into human form, each squinting, their eyes flashing with fierce light, lined up in a row behind Ying Wushuang.

"Ying Wushuang..." Hei Laoqi muttered lowly, his face trembling violently.

"Ying Wushuang… Hei Laoqi, you've gone soft?" Tie Sanhua gripped the Wind-Fire Nine Dragon Staff tightly and immediately began to fan the yin wind and spark ghostly flames: "Don't fear him, Grandpa Flower will help you—let's beat him together?"

Hei Laoqi blinked desperately.

Tie Sanhua laughed "ga-ga" and said: "After all, we are of the monkey tribe; letting these puny birds pass is fine, but he clearly intended to harm us just now… we are not those petty demons like roadside weeds; this guy is deliberately stirring trouble."

Hei Laoqi let out a cold snort.

On the mountaintop below, streaks of fierce demonic aura shot upward; soon, dozens of giant ape-demons stepped on black clouds and rose into the air, each wielding huge but crude weapons of various sorts, likewise lining up in a row behind Hei Laoqi.

"What's up, a few lowly monkey brats dare to cause trouble for me?" Ying Wushuang gave a cold smile, pointing at Tie Sanhua and Hei Laoqi: "If you possessed the bloodline of the Seven Great Emperors of the monkey tribe, I'd still reason with you."

"Merely Iron-Arm Mighty Apes and Mountain-Moving Giant Apes, with mere demon-king bloodlines… who gave you the guts to provoke me, the young master?"

Ying Wushuang gave a cold snort, narrowing his eyes as he stared at Wu Tie: "Tie Sanhua, Hei Laoqi, considering your duty guarding the border, you have no merit whatsoever; just look at your hard labor as beasts of burden for the demon realm—get lost… today, you have nothing to do with this."

He pointed at Wu Tie, and Ying Wushuang said coldly: "Humans, since you're following Tie Sanhua, you must be from Iron Arm City! Coming out of the Dead Ox Pit, the nearest border city is Iron Arm City… let me ask you one thing: do you know a person named Wu Tie?"

Wu Tie stared, then pointed at his own nose: "You're looking for me? It seems I have no acquaintances in the western demon realm."

Ying Wushuang's eyeballs instantly turned red; he glared fixedly at Wu Tie and let out a shrill "ga-ga" laugh: "So it's you, it's you indeed… what a coincidence, what a coincidence—hey, let's settle this according to demonkind's rules!"

With a swing of his arms, a clang rang out as a short spear matching Ying Wushuang's height leapt into his grasp.

According to demonkind's rules, if I kill you, your woman and your property will all be mine.

Well, your paltry change isn't worth a glance.

If I kill you, Pei Feng will be mine… the primordial demon phoenix bloodline, and that will be mine as well.

Heh heh heh, you're called Wu Tie? Well, the child I have with Pei Feng could be named Ying Tie—to commemorate my killing you today and taking Pei Feng.

Ying Wushuang laughed with a hint of hysteria.

Tie Sanhua acted before anyone else, suddenly striking. He leapt like a flying jump, a single bound carrying him over ten li, and brought his staff down upon Ying Wushuang's head.

Nonsense… Wu Tie, brother of our clan!

I'll kill you first… then figure out how to kill your father!

Tie Sanhua moved too fast, his strike too sudden—even the mightiest of the giant demons behind Ying Wushuang could only see a single King God–level Blood-Dripping Three-Headed Eagle flicker, its body shifting to block in front of Ying Wushuang before the staff fell.

With a loud boom, the wind-fire energy on the Wind-Fire Nine Dragon Staff surged; the mighty Blood-Dripping Three-Headed Eagle let out a miserable shriek as its skull was smashed to pieces.