Chapter 721: If the Person Isn't Dead, You Can Ask

"I'm back, are you surprised?"

Akmon tore apart the black robe on his body, revealing his true appearance.

His current appearance is very different from when we first met.

First, his demeanor: the original decadent aura has disappeared, replaced by a gloomy, deep, and sorrowful face filled with hatred and killing intent.

At first glance, you can tell he's a villain.

Then there's Akmon's horns.

As a demon king, Akmon is still somewhat special—if he wishes, he cannot "not grow horns."

When we first met, the horns Akmon deliberately revealed were a pair of small round horns, the size of a finger joint, and 99.9% of demons have horns of this kind.

Very lacking in villainous aura.

Now, Akmon's horns have finally been strengthened, growing from the length of a finger joint to the length of a finger.

Moreover, the tip is extremely sharp, and it exudes an evil aura.

At the same time, a ferocious scar has appeared on Akmon's face, running from his left forehead across the brow and nose, all the way to the right jawbone before stopping.

It looks like a centipede lying on his face.

Finally, the most important point: Akmon's hair is gone, completely gone.

He now sports a large bald head, exuding the aura of a strong one.

He has gone bald, and also grown stronger!

Therefore, his speech is very provocative.

"It is quite surprising." Ao Yulie said, "You weren't supposed to run off with your sister-in-law to enjoy life—why did you come back as an ugly old man?"

Another black-robed person is an old man, somewhat thin and withered, full of white hair; by the way, his ears are slightly long and pointed—he's an elf.

He is the ugliest elf Tang Luo and the others have seen in this world so far, without exception.

Looking this ugly, still ashamed to be an elf? Go commit suicide to apologize.

All the elves present looked at that old man with unfriendly eyes, as if seeing a fellow clansman who drags his hind legs.

That old man paid no heed to the disdain of the juniors, completely ignoring it.

He had the air of "Grandpa, I look down on you," and judging by his outward age, there was no problem.

The messenger was staring at the fellow clansman who drags his hind legs and lowers the average looks.

He had not yet realized the strangeness of the situation.

The other three Heavenly Kings naturally widened their eyes, their gaze constantly shifting between Ao Yulie and Akmon.

What happened?

Why is there another demon king?

Although Akmon's appearance has changed greatly, the demon race's three Heavenly Kings would not fail to recognize him.

When encountering something incomprehensible and unsolvable, what should one do? Naturally, seek the help of elders.

Kui Si and the others immediately turned to Tang Luo—"Lord Anubis, please guide us lost ones."

Tang Luo had no intention of guiding Kui Si and the others; he leaned on the demon king's throne, wearing a look of watching the spectacle.

Hurry up and start your performance.

On the other hand, Ao Yulie was very kind-hearted; since you asked sincerely, I will mercifully tell you.

He waved his hand, performed a Sichuan opera face-changing motion, and the face originally belonging to Akmon instantly vanished.

The entire dragon reverted to its basic human form.

The most handsome debut in history!

Ao Yulie felt his breathing become smoother—don't misunderstand, he Ao Yulie is not targeting Akmon.

His meaning is: everyone present, except the master, are ugly bastards.

Only the master barely has the strength to fight.

In terms of looks, Ao Yulie is this capable of fighting, this confident.

"You, who are you!"

The three Heavenly Kings were unsettled; they had always thought the demon king was real—now he's fake?

"Actually, we are also Kings of Miracles." Ao Yulie laughed, making up a story on the spot.

Actually, it wasn't exactly on the spot—just that Tang Luo's identity was similarly added to him and Zhu Bajie.

As the Kings of Miracles of the demon race, coming to help the demon race is completely reasonable.

Coincidentally encountering the demon king running off with his sister-in-law, as an elder, naturally one should give the younger generation enough care and freedom.

Therefore, taking over the demon king's work and leading the demon race to prosper day by day is also a matter of course.

The logic is clear and complete, the plot flows smoothly, and it is very persuasive.

If it weren't for the fact that beside him stood a sorrowful and hate-filled demon king Akmon—Ao Yulie would speak a sentence, and Akmon would coldly laugh beside him.

If it were summer, he would surely receive a warm welcome.

Ao Yulie spoke for two minutes, Akmon also coldly laughed for two minutes, quite meaning "please continue your performance."

After speaking, Ao Yulie looked at Akmon: "Young man, you've been deceived."

"I know." Akmon continued to coldly laugh.

"You know fuck all!" Ao Yulie suddenly cursed, "You're still helping people count money, you idiot!"

"Just look at your face like your sister-in-law died—you know your sister-in-law really died."

Ao Yulie's words caused Akmon's eyes to instantly be covered with a layer of crimson red, killing intent almost solidifying into tangible force, coiling around him.

"And the one who killed your sister-in-law is still a demon, not that you were lucky—you would have died too, right?"

"And you, being lucky, still received help from this old gentleman—he not only saved you, made you stronger, but also let you discover the truth; these demons are the ones we sent out—I'm not wrong, am I, Bring Earth!"

Except for the weird and strange title, Akemon didn't understand.

The rest, Akemon understood: "You still dare to say it?"

"Why wouldn't I dare? This wasn't something we did." Ao Yulie shrugged. "That old man beside you is the real culprit."

Akemon just sneered: "I need to correct one thing—those demon identities were interrogated out by me myself."

"Sigh..."

Ao Yulie sighed. With that IQ, no wonder he's the Demon King!

Truly, he's of the same lineage as the demons.

"I say, little Ke, what are you planning to do now?" Zhu Bajie asked.

Looking at Akemon's appearance, he must be stuck in a dead end with no way out.

Persuasion is meaningless; better to chat about the future.

Debate?

Persuasion?

Doesn't exist. Though we're all Buddhist disciples, we're all the action-oriented kind among Buddhist disciples.

Not like an old monk chanting sutras.

Speak up—are we going to beat you up, beat you up, or beat you up?

"Naturally—first, I want your lives."

With no surprises, even losing his sister-in-law left Akemon with nothing, becoming a true Demon King.

Low intelligence, strong power, and an extremely strong destructive desire.

He doesn't just want the lives of Tang Luo and others—he wants to start a war, destroy this world—precisely, drag the entire continent into the mire of war.

Destruction!

He wants to take the entire continent as his sister-in-law, his family, to be buried with him.

To bury all humans and demons with him!

Moreover, this is also the way to completely end the tragic fate of the Demon King and the Hero.

Whether the hero's tragedy is tragic or not, Akemon doesn't know.

Anyway, Akemon as this Demon King is definitely tragic, so he wants to completely destroy this ever-continuing tragedy.

At this point, aside from his brain not working well, Akemon already possesses everything a villain boss should have.

No—having a brain that doesn't work well is also standard equipment for a villain boss.

Now Akemon is truly the Demon King.

"I, am the Demon King of Destruction."

Akemon's face was expressionless, his eyes glowing red, killing intent solidifying into black qi swirling around him, announcing the birth, descent of the Demon King!

Interestingly, the already-unconscious hero still clung tightly to the Hero's Sword.

At this moment, the Hero's Sword also emitted light, as if reminding everyone of its presence.

Not only must there be a Demon King, but also a rival Hero—this is standard equipment.

If the hero were awake, he'd probably discard this trump card, the Hero's Sword—damn it, you're screwing me over!

In the hall, as Akemon announced his return, it became utterly silent.

Especially the demon heavenly king and the messenger stared at each other, wondering what to do.

"Little Ke, you're still young."

Tang Luo's voice broke the silence, full of elder's wisdom.

"Oh, any advice, Lord Anubis?"

When Akemon said this, he was full of mockery—he just believed this guy's words, which led to the tragedy.

Moreover, this person (demon) is also the direct cause of the tragedy.

As for the long-standing war between humans and demons, the fate of the Demon King and Hero is the root cause.

So, Anubis and his group must die, and humans and demons must also perish.

At least be wiped out to the level of only two or three kittens left.

As a villain, Akemon's current aura is still quite high.

How to stop the war? Just kill both sides of the war—eh, why does this feel like someone I know?

"You're too inexperienced." Tang Luo said, "If I were you, I definitely wouldn't come in shouting to fight and kill, but instead declare I've decided to become Demon King again, then use us as cannon fodder, squeeze out our remaining value. Look, you still have an old demon eyeing you like a tiger, and there's a hero over there—enemies are still many."

"I believe you probably don't have any trust in that old demon either."

Akemon's pupils contracted, the red light in his eyes dimmed—Anubis was right.

He indeed doesn't trust that old demon named Isaac beside him, but he hasn't thought as deeply as Tang Luo.

Want to stall, first drain everyone's remaining value, then kill them.

Perhaps he thought of it, but for some reason, didn't choose to do so.

For example, the strength of the Miracle King—how could it be so easily toyed with in the palm?

As a villain boss, intelligence can be low, but one must have self-awareness.

In this regard, Akemon, having suffered setbacks, is very clear-headed.

So he said: "Provocation is useless."

Speaking, he launched an attack.

No more need for nonsense—today, no mercy!

Fight, fight! Everyone must die! Everyone must die!

Akemon chose the target of "everyone must die"—first, Ao Yulie.

Naturally, one picks the softest persimmon to squeeze; the other two Miracle Kings will be left to that old geezer Isaac, who claims he can only live for one more hour.

This is a binding magical contract that cannot be violated.

"Why me!" Ao Yulie roared, his head blown apart by a single punch from Akmon.

Naturally, the exploded head was a mass of mist.

His true body had already fled behind Zhu Bajie.

He didn't understand why his aggro was so high — didn't Master sitting on the Demon King's throne look cool?

Akmon, his punch having missed, continued his pursuit.

Zhu Bajie smiled faintly, stepped forward to grab Akmon, and the two shot into the sky, smashing a huge hole through the ceiling above them and leaving — this hall was located at the very top of the Demon King's Castle.

Specifically, it was one of those two high towers.

The reason it was exceptionally spacious was that it had been enhanced with spatial magic.

At the critical moment, Zhu Bajie naturally hadn't forgotten their mission was to guard the Demon King's Castle.

They definitely had to change venues; if combat damage ended up damaging the castle and causing mission failure, that would be embarrassing.

Once Zhu Bajie left, Ao Yulie naturally shrank behind Tang Luo.

He looked at that old demon with a provocative expression.

Old man, come get your death!

The old demon Isaac wore a bizarre smile; he did not carry out the contract's terms, but instead walked slowly toward the Hero.

Ever since Akmon appeared, the Hero had been ignored — only the Hero's Sword had brushed up a sense of presence.

Now, as Isaac walked over, everyone looked again at the unconscious Hero.

The Four Heavenly Kings and the Messenger instantly stopped hesitating; regardless of who won or lost between the Demon King and the Miracle Kings, the Hero had to die — this was the consensus of the demon race.

Only Kailan seized the opportunity, using action to declare her stance.

She entered stealth and struck at Isaac, her movements practiced, shaming the demon Messenger.

Too bad her opponent was an old demon.

Without turning his head, Isaac casually waved a hand and sent Kailan flying, embedding her into the wall.

Tang Luo glanced up at the huge hole in the "ceiling," then at Kailan embedded in the wall.

Compared to the massive Demon King's Castle, no problem — this minor damage was completely acceptable.

Interestingly enough, at the moment Kailan was sent flying.

The Hero's Sword suddenly erupted with dazzling radiance; the Hero, previously half-dead and unconscious, instantly awoke, opening his tiger eyes.

Without a word, he slashed straight at Isaac before him.

How dare you bully my woman!

"Master, he wasn't unconscious?" Ao Yulie couldn't help but ask.

"Keep watching, feels kind of interesting." Tang Luo said.

Facing the Hero's sneak attack, Isaac reacted with consummate skill; he dodged the Hero's Sword while simultaneously striking a palm onto the Hero's chest.

The Hero flew backward, smashing through a stone pillar.

Combat damage increased by 0.00000001%; Tang Luo's brow furrowed imperceptibly.

The Hero, having smashed the pillar, rolled on the ground and sprang to his feet in one fluid motion.

Though he had lost an arm, the awakened Hero looked even stronger than before.

The Hero's Sword's radiance completely enveloped his body, even his hair turning golden — no, it was already golden, now simply more brilliant.

"The demon race's Miracle King?"

The Hero looked at Isaac and spoke coldly.

Isaac smiled without smiling: "Playing really gets you absorbed, huh? But that's fine — this is exactly what I want."

Before his words fell, he appeared beside the Hero and casually waved a hand.

The Hero's Sword crossed before him, blocking Isaac's attack, yet it could not stop the vast force transmitted through it.

"Boom!"

A thunderous crash — another pillar snapped.

Tang Luo's light tapping on the armrest paused for a moment.

Smashing through yet another pillar, the Hero still remained uninjured; he stared at Isaac with a grave expression.

This Miracle King was tricky — his difficulty even surpassed that of the invincible Fifth Heavenly King.

Aggro maxed out instantly, making him the number one entry in the Hero's little notebook.

"Hahahaha." Isaac looked at the Hero and laughed, laughing with extreme delight.

In the next breath, his laughter appeared beside the Hero.

All the Hero could do was hold the Hero's Sword to block Isaac's inevitable strike points.

This time, the Hero who flew out didn't smash a pillar; he was like a high-speed ball, continuously flying around inside the hall.

Isaac moved like a ghost, appearing everywhere, pummeling the Hero.

To use an analogy, right now he was Quicksilver, and the Hero was the ping-pong ball he used to play ping-pong with himself.

And the Hero was slightly stronger than a ping-pong ball in that he would resist.

Even if this resistance came a bit late, he seized the chance — this time it wasn't the Hero's Sword blocking Isaac's attack, but Isaac blocking the Hero's Sword.

He retreated two steps, each step leaving a footprint.

The Hero took the opportunity to appear beside Kailan, who knew what spell he cast.

A brand new arm composed entirely of ice grew from his severed limb; he grabbed Kailan and ran.

His speed was even faster than when Isaac had sent him flying just now.

Unexpectedly, Isaac, who had been treating the hero like a ball to play with, did not pursue; he watched the hero run off, a smile on his lips.

The hero fled at great speed.

Isaac lost sight of the hero within two seconds.

He stretched lazily, let out a very satisfying yawn, turned to look at Tang Luo: "What are you looking at, native? Hurry up and get down here!"

"Native?"

Ao Yulie spoke up, his eyes lighting up: "Could this guy who suddenly appeared be a demon god walking among us?"

This just got interesting.

"Huh?"

The word Ao Yulie emphasized also caused Isaac to narrow his eyes slightly.

"Not a native, but actually one of those unhatched little things?" Isaac's expression turned strange, "That makes no sense, this is his backyard..."

"Never mind, it's not important."

Unlike Kong Ming, Isaac is not the type to insist on getting to the bottom of things.

If he can't figure it out, he won't bother thinking about it; he's not here to solve a hundred thousand whys.

He raised his hand, extended his index finger, and pointed it at Tang Luo: "When the next generation tells you to get down, remember to move faster."

A thin black line emerged from his fingertip, instantly "connecting" to Tang Luo's forehead.

Tang Luo lightly tapped the armrest with his index finger, then flicked forward gently.

Ripples spread, and the remaining intact stone pillars in the hall turned into dust.

Turning to powder alongside them was Isaac's head.

"Master, this guy seems not to be an ordinary person."

Ao Yulie reminded him, feeling he could extract some information, why kill him so quickly?

"I know."

Tang Luo said, "If he doesn't die, we can ask slowly later. If he's dead, what could this trash possibly know?"

Ao Yulie admired him and gave a thumbs-up.

Clear logic, meticulous thinking — no wonder he's the master, a man who always walks the correct path.

It would be even better if we raised the standard for what counts as trash.