Chapter 199 - 184: Revealing Oneself

Even the Golden-Winged Dapeng, who was at a distance, could feel it, let alone those monsters at the center of the flames.

The weaker monsters were instantly turned to ash upon contact with the flames.

Seeing this, Lin Fang laughed and said, "The small fry are cleared, now it’s your turn."

He slowly drew his Green Stone Ruler, pointing it at the rulers of Nine Tails City. A battle spirit erupted from him, making everyone feel almost unable to look him directly in the eye.

"Die!" A figure suddenly appeared beside him—an unexpectedly small Rat Demon, who had somehow concealed its presence and rushed to Lin Fang’s side.

A dagger in its hand shimmered with a ghostly light, thrusting straight for Lin Fang’s throat.

With a clanging sound, their weapons intersected in the air, sparks flying in all directions. Suddenly, another equally small monster appeared, deflecting the Rat Demon’s attack.

It was the Bashan Tiger, joining the battle with a Curved Blade in hand.

"If you want to hurt my boss, you have to get through me first," boasted Bashan Tiger with great swagger.

The Rat Demon looked at Bashan Tiger and for some reason, his body seemed to tremble, his bloodline seemingly warning him that the other might be his natural predator.

Suppressing the palpitations from his bloodline, he licked his dagger with his tongue and said with a sinister smile, "Little monster, this battlefield is not for you. I can hardly wait to taste the flavor of your fresh blood, it must be wonderful."

"A stinking rat dares to strut before me," scoffed Bashan Tiger with contempt, his demeanor as if he were looking at a self-important little mouse in front of him.

His expression was so arrogant and disdainful that it instantly enraged the Rat Demon.

He was a renowned assassin in Luzhou in the North, responsible for the death of many illustrious figures. He hadn’t expected that today he would be humiliated by an unknown little demon.

"Damn it, I will cut you to pieces to vent my fury," he said before vanishing into the flames.

He was a master of assassination, and concealing his presence was a special skill of his. However, it seemed his luck wasn’t too good today.

Bashan Tiger possessed a unique talent—his bloodline could sense any presence with a murderous intent. This instinct had allowed him to escape death numerous times.

Although he could not see the Rat Demon now, his bloodline seemed to be guiding him.

"Hide your head but show your tail, come out!" he bellowed, as his Curved Blade traced a mysterious arc.

A sound of metal clashing rang out, and the Rat Demon reappeared amidst the flames, just as Bashan Tiger’s Curved Blade had reached his neck. Had he not protected his neck with the dagger in time, he would have been beheaded.

The two figures intertwined within the flames, the clashing of metal reverberating around them, as the famed assassin was thrown into disarray by a mere little demon.

Meanwhile, Lin Fang stepped over the flames and slowly advanced toward the demons, looking like the Fire God himself had descended.

The surrounding flames seemed to gather and worship him, the intense heat even causing the air to twist and distort.

"Roar!" Knowing he couldn’t wait any longer, a bulky monster took out a massive stone pillar and smashed it mightily towards Lin Fang’s head.

Suddenly, a furry hand appeared, and a Tiger Demon appeared beside Lin Fang, catching the descending stone pillar with one hand to stop its fall.

The Tiger King parted his lips and said, "Your opponent is me."

The burly monster’s face turned grave; he could sense a unique quality emanating from the Tiger King—an aura of a bloodline awakened through the baptism of blood and fire.

And the dark red stripes on the Tiger King’s forehead, unlike those of other tiger demons, seemed to underscore this fact.

It was known that every monster who successfully awakened their bloodline was a synonym for strength, for the awakening itself meant that the individual had undergone a life-and-death ordeal, finding hope in despair.

"Who exactly are you?" he asked in astonishment.

Any monster capable of awakening their bloodline was no ordinary individual; they should have made a name for themselves in Luzhou in the North. So why had he not heard of this monster before?

"Tiger King!" The Tiger King roared, unleashing a massive force that sent a huge stone pillar flying while his claws, gleaming with a sharp light, lunged straight for his opponent’s chest.

Seeing this, the burly Demon King had no choice but to retreat several steps—he found he couldn’t afford any distractions under the Tiger King’s assault.

For the first time, a sense of regret bloomed in his heart—why had he attempted to stop this fellow? With such strength, toppling Nine Tails City seemed within the realm of possibility.

At that thought, he shuddered. This was the foundation he had gone to great lengths to establish; it couldn’t be destroyed like this.

However, a more despairing scene unfolded before him: figures emerged one after another around Lin Fang, each emanating an aura as deep as the abyss, their fighting spirit overflowing. At a glance, they were battle-hardened Demon Kings.

They followed Lin Fang, their dense Demon Qi soaring to the heavens, causing everyone in Nine Tails City to shiver uncontrollably.

How terrifying was this momentum, and how formidable was this force.

A smile played on Lin Fang’s face, his gaze sharply fixated on the people within Nine Tails City.

The immense pressure made it hard for them to even breathe.

"Impressive, impressive. Indeed, a man who can face Maitreya alongside that old bull!" A crisp voice echoed through the air.

The crowd looked up to see a tall monkey standing at the very top of Nine Tails City, laughing heartily at the scene below.

However, the people of Nine Tails City were greatly alarmed, for this character was no ordinary figure, but one of the seven Great Saints of the Demon Clan—the Wind-sage Great Saint, adept in wind magic, capable of conjuring fearsome gales that could erode bones.

Such a terrifying figure hadn’t appeared in Luzhou in the North for many years, yet today’s commotion had drawn him out.

His words reminded people of Lin Fang’s reputation—a ruthless character known across the Three Realms, one of the few demons still alive despite being an enemy of the Buddhist Sect.

"Wind-sage Great Saint?" Lin Fang asked curiously; he was only guessing, after all, there were only so many famed monkey kind demon kings in the Three Realms.

With fierce winds swirling around him, it seemed that this person could only be the Wind-sage Great Saint, renowned for his mastery of the gales.

"Impressive insight, I never expected someone like you to emerge in the Three Realms," the Wind-sage Great Saint said in a somewhat astonished tone.

Lin Fang also revealed a slight smile and said, "I’ve indeed heard much about you, the Wind-sage Great Saint."