Chapter 187: One Punch Is All It Takes for This Demon King to Kill You!
"I never dreamed that I'd live to see two Demon Kings in my lifetime... I can die without regrets now."
Lu Xiaofeng murmured to himself.
"Goddamn it, what rotten luck! You wanna die, but I sure as hell don't."
Li Gexiao cursed irritably, one hand pressed tightly on the Anti-Demon Heavy Crossbows, trembling slightly. Anyone could see the unease in his heart.
No one had expected two Demon Kings to appear during this siege.
After all, the entire Ten Thousand Demons Nation only had twelve Demon Kings. In past years, their involvement in city assaults had been rare, as if their focus lay elsewhere.
As for the outcome of these sieges, the demon race never cared. They were mostly a method to cull the overbreeding demonic beasts and to grab some fresh blood for a feast.
"Good thing that Golden-Winged Roc King was once wounded by the Anti-Demon Heavy Crossbows and is now wary. He won't attack rashly, so we're not in immediate danger—for now."
Li Xunhuan gripped three throwing knives in his hand, his eyes never leaving the Golden-Winged Roc King for a moment. Among this group, he was the only one with any chance of injuring a Demon King.
The Roc King's underlings were all flying beasts, so Li Gexiao and the others had to be on guard for attacks from above.
With the Anti-Demon Heavy Crossbows backing them, the situation was tense but still barely manageable.
They were waiting. The Golden-Winged Roc King was waiting too. The former for reinforcements, the latter for the ballista's ammunition to run dry.
Whoever held out longer would win.
Meanwhile—
The Swallowing Sea Demon King strode toward the city gates with thunderous steps.
If this man truly intended to guard the gate alone, then he would fight him one-on-one!
He would personally slay the defender to boost morale and lay the foundation for the invasion to come.
He didn't see Chu Yang as a threat at all.
But Chu Yang wasn't one to take provocation lying down.
At the gates, the Demon-Suppressing Shrine rose silently.
Chu Yang leapt down, landing atop the shrine. His cold, clear voice rang out.
"Cut!"
The Swallowing Sea Demon King sneered, but as he took a step forward, a sharp buzzing filled his ears—like countless blades slicing through the air.
Sparks burst across his body, tougher than steel and diamond. The sound of metal clashing rang out in rapid succession.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
It was as if Chu Yang were using him as a whetstone to sharpen his blades.
The Demon King crossed his arms before his chest, his bristles standing on end as he braced against the barrage. Though a demon's body was immensely tough—hard to kill even with slashes—the pain was no less than death by a thousand cuts.
"Don't let this Demon King catch you!"
The Swallowing Sea Demon King glared fiercely and snorted, gradually adapting to the slashes. His body began to heal faster than the wounds were forming.
"Thick hide and tough flesh."
Chu Yang sneered, then conjured thousands of sword energies that rained down on the Demon King like a torrential downpour.
Faster and fiercer than before, the barrage seemed to tear the very air apart.
In a flash, the Swallowing Sea Demon King was slashed all over, forced to abandon his plan of tanking the blows. With a sweep of his trunk, a great river surged forth, forming a blue curtain that shielded him from the sword rain.
Then, the Swallowing Sea Demon King charged forward. Waves crashed beneath his feet as his massive body streaked through the air, leaving afterimages behind.
"Water power is strongest for dragons, and land strength belongs to elephants. I am a dragon-elephant hybrid—born with the might of both. You're just a mere mortal! This Demon King was born with a divine body. One punch is all it takes to kill you!"
He charged at Chu Yang, roaring with a hybrid sound of dragon and elephant. The soundwaves echoed for dozens of miles, heard even across Jinling City!
As the Demon King closed to within dozens of feet, Chu Yang stepped forward as well, revealing his True Origin Martial Body. Sun and moon light soared into the sky, illuminating a hundred-mile radius.
Divine light towered to the heavens!
Like a celestial being descending!
The sight left the great demons stunned—they instinctively stepped back in unison.
The spirit demons and demonic beasts fared worse, teetering on the edge of collapse. If not for the bloodline suppression from the great demons, the entire army might have fled.
"No True Daoist could have this kind of aura. You're a Heavenly Lord! A legendary Heavenly Lord of the Daoist sects!"
The Swallowing Sea Demon King's expression twisted in disbelief and fury, punching with even more force.
So what if you're a Heavenly Lord? You think you can outpunch me?
The ten-meter-tall Demon King slammed fists with the seemingly tiny Chu Yang.
An overwhelming force, dozens of times greater than the Demon King's own, exploded within his arm!
Flesh, bone, and sinew were ground into pulp. His joints cracked like dry twigs.
His so-called divine body fractured like a porcelain vase.
Even his core—a demon orb—shattered like a glass bead.
"I am a natural-born dragon-elephant hybrid! How could my strength lose to yours?"
"You're not human! You're the monster here!"
"You're the demon!"
"Hahahaha!!!"
The Demon King let out a beast-like howl, flailing his broken arm in madness, driven to delirium by the blow.
"Insane."
Chu Yang shook his head, disappointed.
The dragon-elephant power was worthy of its name, but it still fell short—unfortunately for him, his opponent was Chu Yang.
Chu Yang reached into the void and grasped a beam of blazing sunlight, molding it into a red-hot flaming spear—and hurled it forward!
The crimson spear pierced clean through the Demon King's body, shattering his already fractured demon core.
Flames engulfed him.
"I won't accept this!"
The Swallowing Sea Demon King's anguished roar shook the heavens. As he fell, demon beasts across the battlefield felt it—every last one.
Atop the city walls—
The Golden-Winged Roc King shrieked, his body bursting with cyan light. A strange wind howled through the air, knocking guards off their feet.
"Who dares kill my elder brother?!"
"I'll have my revenge!"
Among the twelve Demon Kings, they referred to each other as siblings, as close as family. The death of the Swallowing Sea Demon King filled the Golden-Winged Roc King with unbearable grief.
Abandoning the gate before him, he turned into a streak of cyan light and shot toward the gate where Chu Yang stood.
"What did he say just now?"
"The other Demon King is dead?"
"His Highness killed a Demon King?!"
As the flames faded, the Swallowing Sea Demon King lay lifeless. His body, hundreds of feet tall, was revealed—a strange beast with a dragon's head, elephant's trunk, and lion's body.
Chu Yang stood atop the corpse, sun and moon shining above him, his starry eyes blazing.
Divine might filled the sky!
Not a demon dared look him in the eye.
"Who dares kill my elder brother?!"
A sharp screech tore through the sky. The Golden-Winged Roc King's immense form blocked out the sun, casting darkness over the plains before Jinling City.
Winds howled violently.
That towering figure morphed into a black-haired youth with golden eyes. His shining gaze locked onto Chu Yang, who was still standing atop the corpse.
"Are you talking about him?"
Chu Yang smirked, stomping hard on the body a few times.
"You damn mongrel!"
"A lowly human dares to slay a Demon King of our race!"
"I'll use your blood—and the blood of everyone in Jinling City—to honor my brother's spirit!"
The Roc King's black hair fluttered as his fury erupted. His demonic power surged and shook the heavens and earth.
He was clearly stronger than the Swallowing Sea Demon King.
A Roc-shaped avatar formed above his head and spewed a beam of golden light that tore through space.
Chu Yang summoned the sun and moon once more. Their lights intertwined into a massive grinding disk that slammed down on the golden light.
Boom!
The impact rocked Jinling City. Trees nearby were uprooted. The land itself looked like it had been flattened by a giant force.
"Your body rivals a Grandmaster's, and your techniques match a Heavenly Lord's. Since when did humanity produce someone like you?"
The Golden-Winged Roc King's eyes gleamed like burning flames.
"Rivals a Grandmaster?" Chu Yang laughed. "You're flattering them too much."
The Golden-Winged Roc King was stunned. Never in his life had he seen a human so arrogant—even the strongest warriors of the human race, the Grandmasters, were nothing in this guy's eyes.
"Then let me see what makes you so damn arrogant!"
The Roc King vanished in a blur, moving so fast it seemed he had mastered some divine technique. In an instant, he was in front of Chu Yang.
Among the twelve Demon Kings, his speed was the highest.
He punched down, his fist wrapped in faint golden lightning, producing a deafening boom.
But Chu Yang vanished using instant step just as the fist landed.
The Roc King was startled—it was the first time anyone had slipped past his eyes.
Then—
He felt a crushing blow to his back, nearly breaking his spine and plunging his vision into darkness.
Thankfully, his body was tougher than the Swallowing Sea Demon King's, and he managed to retaliate at once.
Above his head, the Roc avatar swung its claws—capable of tearing space—straight at Chu Yang's skull.
Clang!
A black ancient sword appeared out of thin air, blocking the claw strike.
Using the sword Fengdu as cover, Chu Yang launched another punch at the Roc King's face.
The Golden-Winged Roc King, enraged, punched back. His arm shone with golden light—he'd been born under sacred Buddhist radiance, and his body was said to be even tougher than a Vajra Guardian.
Never did he think he'd almost be killed by an unknown human today.
With millions of demon beasts watching, it was a complete humiliation!
Chu Yang's punch landed, carrying the strength of a hundred dragons and elephants—like a mighty mountain crushing down on the Golden-Winged Roc King's fist.
His face changed drastically.
Now he understood how the Swallowing Sea Demon King had fallen!
This kind of force was unbearable even for him—let alone his less durable comrade.
Crack!
The sound of breaking bone echoed across the battlefield.
The Golden-Winged Roc King's right arm burst open, blood gushing wildly.
Yet he was still stronger than his fallen brother—his arm hadn't completely shattered.
In the next moment, he turned into golden light and pulled away from Chu Yang.
To survive, the Golden-Winged Roc King pushed his speed to the absolute limit, nearly piercing the void itself—faster even than Chu Yang's Flying Thunder God.
As his enemies' abilities grew, so too did the need to strengthen his own. Like "Haki," even the strongest techniques had their limits.
Securing the second Hōgyoku was now more urgent than ever.
High above in the sky, the Golden-Winged Roc King hovered with his black hair billowing. His golden vertical pupils shimmered with divine light as his right arm slowly dropped down. Blood, glistening like gold lacquer, dripped continuously, releasing a strange and enticing fragrance.
The blood of a demon king contained boundless energy. It was an extremely rare tonic in the world—and for the demon race, it was a supreme treasure capable of transforming one's bloodline.
As a rare variant among variants, the divine body of the Golden-Winged Roc King was even more invaluable.
The moment the demons below caught the scent of this fragrance, their ranks fell into instant chaos. The low-intelligence demon beasts, in particular, couldn't hold back and let out deep, guttural roars.
"Mindless beasts are nothing but beasts!"
"Hmph!"
The Golden-Winged Roc King flew into a fury. A golden roc avatar appeared above his head and let out a piercing screech.
He spread his Heaven-Shrouding Wings, unleashing a barrage of golden feathers that transformed into a storm of flying swords raining down from above.
As the golden swords fell into the demon beast ranks, they harvested lives mercilessly. In no time at all, nearly half of the demon beasts had been slain by the Golden-Winged Roc King!
Seeing this, the greater demons and spirit demons turned deathly pale. They all lowered their heads, hiding the greed on their faces.
When Li Gexiao and the others arrived, they were just in time to witness the Golden-Winged Roc King's slaughter of his fellow demons. The ruthless display left them speechless and frozen in fear.
Among demons, the law of the jungle reigned supreme. They weren't just cruel to others—they were even crueler to their own kind. In the Ten Thousand Demon Nation, the weak had no choice but to hand their lives over to the strong, to be used at their whim.
"A demon is truly a demon—completely devoid of humanity."
Naturally chatty, Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help being the first to speak.
"Humanity is the most meaningless thing of all!" the Golden-Winged Roc King sneered down from above. "You humans are always shackled by pointless emotions—no wonder you're so easy to defeat."
Li Gexiao looked at the Golden-Winged Roc King's injured right arm and chuckled. "And yet it seems you're the one who was defeated. A loser shouldn't talk so much!"
A surge of murderous intent burst from the Golden-Winged Roc King's eyes as he turned into a streak of golden light and shot toward the city walls.
The sound of the sky breaking thundered in everyone's ears!
But Li Gexiao remained completely unafraid. He drew his blade and leapt into the air. The power of his Embroidered Spring Blade merged with the sword aura of the Divine Sword Technique, slashing toward the golden light descending from above!
CLANG!!!
A deafening crash rang out. Li Gexiao spat blood and was sent flying.
But the Golden-Winged Roc King only paused midair, completely unscathed.
He looked down at Li Gexiao with arrogant eyes and a disdainful smirk.
As if to say: A mere martial brute who hasn't even reached Grandmaster dares to wound me?
Blood streaming from his mouth, Li Gexiao burst out laughing. "What a stupid beast! Hahaha!!!"
The Golden-Winged Roc King's expression turned ghostly pale!
A pitch-black ancient sword had pierced through his body—tougher than Vajra steel—and impaled him completely!
A dazzlingly colorful demon core hung from the sword's tip, glinting with deadly cold light!
The demon core was shattered by Fengdu, and the Golden-Winged Roc King instantly lost all signs of life. Like a kite with its string cut, he plummeted from the sky and crashed down atop the Swallowing Sea Demon King's corpse.
Two demon king corpses now lay piled before the city gates, exuding a terrifying aura.