Chapter 855

Iron Shaman

Wu Tie just used death threats, forcing Ying Wushuang to accept his Buddhist restriction, using Red Lotus Temple's forcible conversion method, he grasped a point of innate spiritual light at the core of his soul, completely mastering his life and death.

Iron Three Flowers

After being converted and refined, Ying Wushuang's originally rich demonic aura suddenly dissipated; each feather faintly emitted a trace of glazed treasure light.

Cloud-rubbing Eagle King

But judging by appearance, Ying Wushuang had become the most despised Buddhist disciple of the Western Demon Kingdom.

Tie Sanhua and Hei Laoqi argued back and forth, agreeing to a duel the next time they met; then the forcibly subdued Ying Wushuang wailed, transformed back to its original form, carrying Wu Tie and company wearily toward Blood Prison Mountain.

Because he was feeling down, Ying Wushuang's flight speed was very slow. Wu Tie, on the other hand, was pleased and understanding of Ying Wushuang's mood at the moment, so he did not urge or scold him.

On the contrary, Tie Sanhua was bouncing wildly on Ying Wushuang's back, delighted beyond measure.

Having defeated and subdued Ying Wushuang, he also flaunted his might in front of Hei Laoqi—look, the distinguished guest we invited to Iron Arm Mountain is this formidable; Ying Wushuang said to take him as a mount, so we took him as a mount, right!?

Such is monkey nature: when they have something to be proud of, they jump around everywhere, overjoyed.

After bouncing for a while, Tie Sanhua brought a bunch of monkeys, who scrambled all over Ying Wushuang's back like they were looking for fleas on baby monkeys, flipping his feathers up one by one; no one knew what they were fussing about.

In short, by the time they neared Blood Prison Mountain, Ying Wushuang was in a miserable state, his feathers all disheveled, like an old hen that monkeys had plucked, emanating an inexplicable misery and desolation from his very bones.

Just as Ying Wushuang flew up to Blood Prison Mountain, when he was less than a hundred li from its first Blood River, a patch of cloud-light came flying at terrifying speed from the distance, with a swish arriving right before Wu Tie and company.

The Cloud-Wandering Eagle King arrived in grand style, letting out a loud roar and tirade toward Blood Prison Mountain.

Ying Wushuang shuddered all over, his dim, lightless eyes suddenly brightening, and he screamed at the top of his lungs: "Father… save me!"

The Cloud-Wandering Eagle King suddenly turned sharply, his eyes flashing with cold light, fixing Wu Tie and company with a deadly stare. At this moment he was still in the form of an old vulture, his smooth bald vulture head quickly engorged with blood, from his bare neck all the way to the crown turning blackish-red.

His feathers stood up one by one, countless intricate strange runes appearing on them; the Cloud-Wandering Eagle King looked at Ying Wushuang, whose whole body was suffused with a layer of glazed treasure light, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Tenth Level of the God Realm

In the Cloud-Wandering Eagle King's view, Ying Wushuang's body now faintly emitted glazed treasure light, just like a human infant thrown into a cesspool, exuding a disgust that the demon race felt from the depths of their souls.

Venerable Rank

Behind them, dozens of still‑airborne fierce avian great demons flapped their wings in pursuit; upon seeing the Cloud-Wandering Eagle King present, each of those fierce avian great demons trembled, shifted into human form, and knelt trembling in the air, shrieking hoarsely.

"Your Majesty, we failed to protect… the young master, the young master…"

Moyun Eagle King's face was grim as he fiercely swung his right wing; a vicious wind howled out, dozens of fierce avian demon bodies shuddered, the sound of their bones all over rang like popping beans, each one vomited blood and collapsed to the ground.

"Death penalty can be avoided, but the living sin cannot be forgiven—return to Moyun Cliff and go to the Yin Fire Pillar to suffer punishment for three years!" Moyun Eagle King's gaze was cold and stern, his expressionless voice hissing and screaming.

Behind him, a huge flock of fierce avian demons flew over, hundreds of demons took human form, landing directly on the ground, they seized those dozens of demons whose bones were shattered like mud, then turned and flew toward the direction of Iron Wall Mountain.

Wu Tie stood laughing on Ying Wushuang's head, even deliberately lifting his right foot to step on Ying Wushuang's head a few times.

"Your Excellency, are you Moyun Eagle King? Heh, we are too, fated. Your son is not bad, flying very smoothly."

Wu Tie laughed loudly: "Especially, his appearance is excellent, his whole body surrounded by Buddha light, truly a solemn and dignified visage; placed on the auction block of the Sui Dynasty, he would certainly fetch a good price."

Moyun Eagle King stared fixedly at Wu Tie, coldly saying: "Cut the nonsense, release him."

Wu Tie laughed even more brightly: "I caught this mount with my own strength; why should I release it for no reason?"

Moyun Eagle King let out a long cry; his true form was excessively huge, facing Wu Tie who stood sixteen feet tall, his enormous true form was like smashing an ant with a mountain—utterly unable to attack effectively.

He transformed into human form, needing no weapon; shaking his hands, his ten fingernails shot out with a 'clang', extending over nine feet long, like ten pitch-black long swords, spewing forth sharp sword lights.

Moyun Eagle King's speed was several times greater than Ying Wushuang's when he flew at full speed wielding the Wind-Cutting Halberd.

This speed, among the demon race, is absolutely unmatched under heaven; except for those unfathomable demon sovereigns, hardly anyone can rival it.

Not even a trace of afterimage remained, not even a ripple in the air, Moyun Eagle King ghostly flashed before Wu Tie, his ten nails slashing horizontally and vertically, raking hundreds of times across Wu Tie's body.

Sparks flew everywhere, the piercing sound of shattering never ceased.

Wu Tie cultivated the Primordial Scripture, mastering the Three Thousand Great Dao and the Eighty-four Thousand Side Paths, and his cultivation broke through to the tenth level of the Divine Realm; at this moment he was absolutely an invincible existence within the Divine Realm.

Among those Great Dao and side paths, naturally there is the Dao of Speed, and moreover there are the Great Dao laws of wind, thunder, electricity, and light, all extraordinarily swift.

Moyun Eagle King's speed truly had reached its limit, but to Wu Tie it was merely this much; compared to Wu Tie exerting his full strength, it was still slower by more than a margin.

Wu Tie simply couldn't be bothered to dodge.

He just stood there, letting the ten nails frenziedly hack and slash at his body.

Moyun Eagle King's nails shattered inch by inch; after hundreds of blows, he directly used his fingers to scratch Wu Tie's body, besides tearing Wu Tie's outfit to rags, he couldn't even nick Wu Tie's oily skin in the slightest.

A 'hiss'.

Lao Tie stood behind Wu Tie, pointing his long spear; a cold light pierced the void, thrusting out from Wu Tie's shoulder.

The frenziedly attacking Moyun Eagle King couldn't dodge in time, being struck on the shoulder by Lao Tie's spear.

With a huge bang, the spear's blast exploded, Moyun Eagle King's right shoulder burst open with a fist-sized blood hole, large patches of dark red blood, cold and chilling in aura, sprayed out.

Moyun Eagle King hastily retreated, but this time he failed to control the surrounding air; his body tore through the void, emitting an ear-piercing sonic boom that shattered the eardrums of the countless flying avian demons behind him, causing them to shriek in agony.

Stumbling backward tens of li, Moyun Eagle King looked at Ying Wushuang with shock: "My son, what kind of person have you provoked? This spear strike is enough of a taste… this spear strike… among the famed spear generals of the Sui Dynasty I have fought, none can match it!"

Ying Wushuang stared blankly at Moyun Eagle King, whose shoulder was gushing blood, and wailed miserably: "I don't know, Father, hurry and save me… I don't want to be a mount, I want to marry Pei Feng, and even take Blood Prison along— that would be perfect…"

Father, stop hiding it—when it's time to fight, you must fight… you've lived a million years, you've enjoyed every pleasure, but I haven't lived enough yet!

Moyun Eagle King's face turned black with anger.

Wu Tie stared blankly for a moment, then kicked Ying Wushuang's head hard: "Hey, truly a monster, completely devoid of any human ethics, a foolish brute… Moyun Eagle King, what use is there in keeping such a son? Better to beat him to death."

Moyun Eagle King's lips twitched; he wiped his shoulder wound, a rich demonic aura surged out, traces of water and fire energy were forced from the wound by the demonic aura, his wound writhed and quickly healed.

"This senior…" Moyun Eagle King bowed his hands to Wu Tie, his attitude becoming very respectful.

Among demons, the strong reign as kings; the victor is honored as supreme.

Although Moyun Eagle King had not exerted his full strength earlier, he had still used seventy percent of his techniques; yet his attacks could not even break through Wu Tie's oily skin, showing that Wu Tie's foundation and cultivation had absolutely reached the level of a venerable.

Facing a demon-sovereign-level expert, Moyun Eagle King put away all his arrogance and recklessness, becoming cautious and meticulous.

"'Wu Tie, just call me Wu Tie.' Wu Tie laughed, then he instantly saw a mass of blood clouds rushing out of Blood Prison Mountain."

Wu Tie was in high spirits, laughing as he waved repeatedly at the figure standing in the blood mist: "Pei Feng, I've come… hehe."

Blood clouds roiled as they rushed swiftly toward Wu Tie; a flash of killing light appeared in the Cloud-Wandering Eagle King's eyes, his body twitched slightly, but he quickly glanced at Wu Tie and then forcibly suppressed the impulse to launch a surprise attack on Pei Feng, binding her as a hostage.

Facing a demon sovereign–level powerhouse, any impulsiveness, any rashness, will bring lethal disaster.

The Cloud-Soaring Eagle King has lived for a million years… A million-year lifespan in the Western Demon Realm is not merely attained by strength alone; besides strength, one also needs caution, care, humility, and reverence.

Blood Cloud brushed past as the Cloud-Soaring Eagle King flew by.

Xueyu drove the cloud platform, and Pei Feng, standing beside her, burst into the air with a radiant smile, lunging at Wu Tie.

"How did you come here so quickly? Older sister Xueyu said that perhaps a great nation exists overseas in the western sea… but that is also news relayed by some giant demons in the sea; no one from the Western Demon Realm has ever set foot on the land we inhabit."

Wu Tie swept an arm around the lunging Pei Feng, gripped her shoulders with both hands, and lowered his head to scrutinize her seriously.

Her smile bloomed like a flower, her beauty unchanged; not a trace of her skin was harmed, her spirit and vigor were completely full, and having eaten many rare spiritual fruits of the Western Demon Realm, Pei Feng's complexion was even better than when she was in Wuguo.

"I captured Feng Shang and the Smiling Buddha, and came here via the secret teleportation array set up by the Red Lotus Temple." Wu Tie said with a smile: "The Three Divine Sects protecting the state of Sui Chao have astonishingly deep foundations; for such a massive teleportation array, they only needed a few days to prepare it."

Xueyu stood on the cloud platform, squinting her eyes as she sized up Wu Tie from head to toe.

Shaking her head, Xueyu muttered softly: "A pretty‑boy human, how… but since he's my sister's beloved, I'll observe him for a few days. If you have the slightest fault toward my sister, tsk… I'll crush your bones and scatter your ashes, and find a hero for my sister in the Western Demon Realm."

After muttering to herself, Xueyu suddenly burst into a cold laugh: "Hehehehe, old bald vulture, your precious son is truly promising… heh, look at that Buddha light all over him—does he intend to leave home and become a monk?"

A ring of Blood Light erupted around her, and Xueyu raised her head to let out a long whistle: "All the kings of the mountains, peaks, rivers, streams, caves, and valleys, come look, come see—the sole son of the Cloud-Soaring Eagle King, Jiu Wushuang, behold his dignified appearance… heh, Cloud-Soaring Eagle King, could you have defected to the Red Lotus Temple?"

Jiu Wushuang let out an "uh" and spat a mouthful of blood.

The Cloud-Soaring Eagle King's aged face instantly turned deathly pale, then plunged into utter darkness.

Xueyu's voice rang out clear and far-reaching, carried on the wind who knows how far; near and far, in every mountain peak, valley, river, and cavern, vast waves of demonic energy surged forth, and countless lesser demons, great demons, titanic demons, and demon kings rose into the air one after another.

Those of weak strength dared not provoke the Cloud-Soaring Eagle King, merely watching from afar.

Those at the titan‑demon level swayed as they led their large retinues, eagerly drawing near.

And several demon kings of astonishing strength swaggered straight over, pointing and gesturing at Jiu Wushuang with hee‑hee‑hee‑hee‑hee‑hee.

The Cloud-Soaring Eagle King trembled with rage, his whole body shaking, and he roared at the approaching demon kings: "Scram, you bastards!"

"What, what's this huge fire for?" the Iron Tooth Great King of Tiebi Mountain hoisted an iron‑toothed rake, his form shifting into a bizarre pig‑headed humanoid, and he rode a fat, winged wild boar, drifting lazily on the wind.

"Our family's ancient ancestor Ganglie said, keeping a calm and peaceful mind is the proper way to nurture life—don't spend all day shouting about fighting and killing… Xueyu lass, don't you agree? We're all demons, all demons, all demons… since we're all demons, we ought to live in harmony, friendship, unity, and mutual aid."

The Iron Tooth Great King babbled nonsense as he flew over.

He flew to Wu Tie's side, stared wide‑eyed at the Buddha‑light‑wreathed Jiu Wushuang for a moment, then flung his rake away, clutched his belly, and tumbled off the back of the winged boar.

With a "thud," the hundred‑zhang‑tall Iron Tooth Great King smashed to the ground like a small mountain, shaking the earth and sending dust flying.

"Ha, haha, hahaha… old bird, your son, your son… you've really become a monk!"

"Ha, haha, hahaha! Oh my, I'm dying of laughter, I'm dying of laughter… really, hahahaha!"

The Iron Tooth Great King rolled about like a pig gone mad with swine fever, laughing wildly while thrashing about, and with a "clang‑clang‑clang" he smashed two small hills to pieces.

The Cloud-Soaring Eagle King's face flushed crimson, every pore seeming ready to bleed.

Wu Tie and Pei Feng held hands, standing on Jiu Wushuang's back, smiling without a word.

No matter the Cloud-Soaring Eagle King's origins or strength, even if you provoke him to his face, what is there to fear?

Xueyu crossed her arms over her chest, her gaze fierce as she locked onto the Cloud-Soaring Eagle King: "Old bald vulture, don't harbor wicked thoughts—Pei Feng is my sister's brother, and your worthless son keeps stirring trouble again and again; death would be too kind for him."

"If you want to cause trouble, I'll accompany you!" Xueyu lifted her head proudly; behind her, vast Blood Light flickered, and a magnificent blood‑colored peacock phantom with splendid feathers gradually emerged in the glow, countless blood‑red eyes on its tail flashing as it sprayed Blood Light across the sky.

In the far distance, a jet of black qi shot up like rolling beacon smoke, piercing straight into the heavens.

A world‑shaking demonic aura surged forth, and in an instant the blood rivers surrounding Xueyu's mountains were whipped into hundred‑zhang‑high waves.

A sharp voice cried out from afar: "Who dares bully our monkey brat? Cloud-Soaring Eagle King, you hen‑chick, do you dare act so recklessly?"

Wu Tie's brow lifted, a sudden chill running through his heart.

This aura actually suppressed him to the point that he could barely catch his breath.

Mighty, incomparably mighty, mighty to the point of inducing despair.

"Golden‑Eyed Demon Sovereign." Xueyu uttered a hurried whisper.