Chapter 722: Senior?

"Master, it seems he's really dead."

Ao Yulie stared at the headless corpse from afar, sensing no life above.

That's not right, you arrogant Miracle King—this is all you've got?

From the way Isaac was thrashing the Hero, this guy might actually be on par with Zhu Bajie, fifty-fifty; he shouldn't die so easily.

The Four Heavenly Kings and the messenger were also staring at each other.

During the Hero's thrashing just now, they had basically already made their camp choice without doubt—choosing the current bald one, the original and most orthodox Demon King, was the correct choice.

As for the demons, serving the strong is natural, no hesitation.

Moreover, the strong were originally the ones they should have sworn allegiance to, so now they feel even more justified and confident.

But then, unexpectedly, another Miracle King beside the Demon King got his head blown off in retaliation.

You bastard, you're actually this weak?

No, it's Lord Anubis who's actually this strong?!

After confirming with their eyes, they will forever be Lord Anubis's most loyal subordinates!

Until Lord Anubis's death—well, that's exactly how it is.

After all, Miracle Kings can't live too long.

When the time comes to change allegiance, no hesitation.

"He really seems dead," Tang Luo said, "Really this weak?"

As soon as the words fell, the headless Isaac suddenly sprang up like a carp flipping.

Still headless, he reached up and felt around above his neck, but couldn't find his head.

"You destroyed my head!"

Through some special air resonance vibration, Isaac "spoke."

"You can speak, good. Who are you?" Tang Luo asked.

"You damned brat, you'll pay for your actions." The headless Isaac vanished without a trace, moving more than ten times faster than before, yet without the whistling wind from his previous high-speed movement.

Silent Sword—he appeared before Tang Luo and threw a punch downward.

Tang Luo looked at Isaac, and the Profound Gold Indestructible Body formed an invisible protection.

Isaac's fist stopped ten centimeters in front of Tang Luo's face, starting from the fist surface, it cracked and dissolved inch by inch.

Not turning into a lump of flesh, but directly into powder, like weathered dry bones.

Unrelated to Tang Luo's defense, purely because this arm couldn't withstand the punch's force.

One punch blew off his entire right arm—Isaac was clearly enraged.

But it had no effect.

Tang Luo didn't even lift a finger, leaning on the Demon King's throne, just watching Isaac.

"Boom!"

The second punch produced a sound, like thunder echoing in the room.

The Four Heavenly Kings and the messenger turned pale, blood gushing from their mouths, noses, and ears, and they fainted on the spot.

Ao Yulie revealed a brilliant smile, completely unaffected.

Master really still loves me—I am Master's most beloved disciple!

The second punch accounted for Isaac's other arm, similarly turning into gray-white powder that floated in the air.

Isaac refused to yield, kicking out with both legs.

No change at all, not even able to kick out the outline of the Indestructible Profound Gold Body—Isaac instantly became a limbless, headless person.

He floated in midair, an invisible force sustaining his body: "I have to admit, among these brats, your strength is not bad."

His attitude shifted slightly.

"Are you a God-Demon Walker?" Tang Luo looked at Isaac.

"Hah, self-important, unaware of the so-called title." Isaac's laughter carried boundless arrogance.

It's clear he knows Tang Luo and the others' "true identities."

He knows of this special group called God-Demon Walkers.

But he looks down on God-Demon Walkers, his attitude lofty, even surpassing some God-Demon Walkers' attitudes toward natives of the mission world.

Yet he himself has beaten himself into a human stick, with zero persuasiveness.

At the same time, he also denied being a God-Demon Walker.

"Master, could it be that vampire from last time, what was his name again?" Ao Yulie said.

He recalled the Cain Si he had encountered, a God-Demon Walker who had broken free from the God-Demon Game.

Tang Luo reached out: "Looks like we've met a 'Senior'."

The Isaac before us absolutely cannot be a native of this mission world; he calls Tang Luo and the others "unhatched little things."

Currently, among God-Demon Walkers, the "oldest" person is Zeus, Odin, Jiang Shang, and the Red Essence Daoist.

But even they, in real-world age, are actually only over a hundred years old.

Before them, there were God-Demon Walkers who existed and left behind the inheritance of the "Martial God Legend" organization.

The mission of God-Demon Walkers won't continue forever without end—fifty missions might be the endpoint.

So, what comes after the endpoint?

Where did those once-powerful God-Demon Walkers go?

Could it really be that all God-Demon Walkers died in the mission worlds and "mission failures"?

Cain Si's appearance gave an answer.

But this answer isn't "correct"—Cain Si used the power of the Source to break free from the God-Demon Game—using his words, he left from some unspeakable "Return to the Ruins."

Meanwhile, he himself was still being "watched" by the God-Demon Game, doing his best to hide.

He had also diverted a massive portion of his power to sever his own wrist like a hero, a special Reality Mission — that Corrupted Blood was Cainster's "severed arm."

That terrifying, unspeakable Land of Return to Ruins that struck fear into Cainster — was it the punishment zone for those who hit the mission failure limit, or the final destination where God-Demons walk?

Isaac's appearance turned the original speculation into an answer.

Perhaps those God-Demon Walkers who reached the mission failure limit didn't truly die.

Instead, like Cainster, they went to the Land of Return to Ruins to accept the punishment of failure.

And the God-Demon Walker who truly cleared the God-Demon Game was none other than "Isaac" before their eyes!

Of course, their title might not necessarily be God-Demon Walker.

God-Demon Walker was the name Tang Luo's generation of God-Demon Walkers coined; among the things left behind by the Martial World Mythology, there was no additional title for God-Demon Walkers either.

Tang Luo reached out to grab Isaac.

He caught the floating remnant body before him with great ease, but at the same time, that remnant body turned into a pile of gray ash.

"He got away." Ao Yulie said with some disappointment.

"He didn't get away." Tang Luo said, "He's been hit by my Life-Death Buddha Land."

He stood up; Xiaotian Dog, curled up by Tang Luo's legs, let out a "Meow-woof" and jumped to the ground.

"This mission, whatever." With failure counts in hand, he could be this willful; Tang Luo shot into the sky.

Departing through the large hole Zhu Bajie and the other had smashed out.

"What do we do?" Ao Yulie looked at Xiaotian Dog.

Master is chasing the previous God-Demon Walker, Second Senior Brother is fighting the Demon King — he should get moving too and play some role.

"Ha!" Ao Yulie clapped his hands sharply, "Doggy, let's go chase the Hero!"

That Hero has a major problem!

As a forerunner who successfully completed the God-Demon Game, Isaac looked down on little things like Tang Luo's group who hadn't broken out of their shells.

Yet he went all-out fighting this native Hero, and after beating him up, deliberately let him go.

Ao Yulie's keen eyes saw through it at a glance — the Hero had a problem.

Right now, they should tail the Hero and report his movements at all times.

If the Hero's burst period has already ended, they can close in and beat him up, then pry something out of him.

You thick-browed big-eyed one, you're hiding deep!

Why beat him up first, then ask?

Because asking without beating — the Hero definitely wouldn't answer; naturally you have to beat first, then ask. This is the basic procedure everyone is very familiar with.

Ao Yulie and Doggy happily went off to pursue the Hero.

The Hero's escape speed was very fast; by this time he was long gone without a trace.

But no matter; during their time together, his scent had already been memorized by Xiaotian Dog.

Even if he runs to the ends of the earth and buries himself ten thousand meters underground, Xiaotian Dog will dig him out.

"As expected, the girls are gone too."

In another room, Ying and Merlin, unsurprisingly, had also vanished without a trace.

Ao Yulie imagined for a moment — it was hard to picture how the Hero managed to take three girls away all at once.

Could it be he hoisted them all onto his shoulders in a human pyramid?

That really is a man's shoulders — bearing capacity far stronger than imagined.

Or maybe one on his shoulder, one on his back, and the last... tucked under his arm as he ran?

Before long, Ao Yulie arrived at the place where Uncle Arthur was.

The Third Heavenly King had naturally already broken free; now he lay unconscious in the "Main Stage."

This rearguard Uncle Arthur still had half his body trapped in ice, maintaining his posture of opposing Ira.

It would probably take a very long time before he could fully thaw out.

"Three girls already — no way to bring along a big burly man too; that's perfectly reasonable." Ao Yulie muttered, walking past Arthur, following the trail left by the pure, unpretentious true man Hero.

In the high sky above the Demon King's Castle.

Two afterimages flew and collided continuously; Demon King Akmon would occasionally pause to unleash several formidable long-range attack spells, fighting Zhu Bajie in a deadlock.

The evenly matched situation was very obvious.

One could see that Zhu Bajie, like Akmon, was fighting bare-handed, using fists as weapons — neither had brought out the Nine-Tooth Rake.

From this alone one could tell — this was a surface-level even match, a fake even match.

Zhu Bajie wasn't fighting seriously.

Akmon's improvement was quite significant, even surpassing the Hero currently wielding the Hero's Sword.

Beating Ao Yulie would be no problem at all, but against Zhu Bajie he fell somewhat short.

While dealing with this true Demon King who had walked the Demon King's path, Zhu Bajie chatted with Sha Wujing: "Junior Brother, want to come out and spar a bit? Is it okay not to move for so long?"

"No need, Second Senior Brother, I'm fine." Sha Wujing refused.

As a weapon spirit, this kind of battle doesn't help him much.

"Aiya, staying cooped up like this all the time is bad for your health; you should come out and move around more." Zhu Bajie persuaded.

Actually, he just wanted to slack off.

Sha Junior Brother's strength couldn't match Akmon's, but as the spirit of the Vajra Pure Garment, his defense was astonishing — tanking Akmon's attacks was no problem.

Then Zhu Bajie could, under the guise of "tempering Junior Brother," slack off fair and square.

As a monk, Zhu Bajie was an oddball — he didn't like fighting and killing in the slightest.

"Second Senior Brother, if you don't want to fight, I can help." The honest kid Sha Wujing spoke his mind directly.

"What are you talking about? I'm giving you a chance to temper yourself." Zhu Bajie spoke with righteous conviction.

With Eldest Senior Brother absent, he had to step up — at least the surface effort had to be thorough.

Otherwise, when Eldest Senior Brother asked later and came out with "Idiot, you slacked off again," he'd be tormented in all sorts of ways.

Although he was the disciple Master doted on most, Eldest Senior Brother came with a home-field advantage buff; Master would most likely turn a blind eye.

He couldn't sacrifice the future for the present.

This much foresight was a must.

"Boom!"

The foresighted Zhu Bajie plunged into the Black Forest, large swathes of trees toppled, and a massive ravine appeared in the forest.

"What's going on?" Zhu Bajie's eyes widened. "How did he suddenly get so strong? Junior Brother, are you alright?"

Sha Wujing materialized before him, his body trembling slightly: "Unharmed."

Just as they were chatting, the Demon King suddenly erupted, sending both him and Sha Wujing plummeting from the sky.

"Hmph, didn't expect you to be this committed to the act. Had I known, I wouldn't have trusted you this much."

High in the sky, Isaac flexed his hands, extremely satisfied with this new body.

Be that as it may, as the Hero's arch-enemy, the Demon King's physical prowess wasn't comparable to the old geezer's; he could bring out at least a fraction of his strength.

"Deal with that brat first. Hasn't even broken out of his shell, yet dares to..."

"Boom!"

With a deafening roar, Isaac, possessing the Demon King's body, vanished.

A distant mountain peak slowly tilted and collapsed.

Tang Luo reached out, seized Isaac's head, and slammed it into the mountain, bringing the massive peak crashing down.

Coincidentally blocking the rapidly advancing Hero.

The Hero gripped the Hero's Sword tightly, looked up, and saw amidst the billowing dust and smoke.

Anubis dragging the Demon King's head like a dead dog, walking along the newly formed descent path.

"Ken, tell me, what exactly is your identity?"

The other party revealed the same "benevolent" smile as before.

Alarm bells rang wildly in the Hero's heart; the Hero's Sword in his hand buzzed frantically.