How large was the Golden-Winged Roc?
Its wingspan was almost 200 meters, and each of its legs was over a dozen meters long as the Graywolf King's. Right now, Jiang He was holding the thirty-meter-long Scarlet Flame Sword in his right hand, while holding a gigantic 'chicken drumstick' in his left, making him appear rather comical.
"No!"
"That's impossible!"
The Graywolf King growled, staring tightly at the humongous' chicken drumstick 'in Jiang He's hand and growled, "The Golden-Winged Roc is one of the two Daemon Emperors. It is so powerful that it would never die!"
It was unwilling to believe it, and neither could it believe it.
If Jiang He could kill the Golden-Winged Roc, what was it?
"Being powerful has nothing to do with not dying, does it?"
Jiang He had a few bites of the Golden-Winged Roc meat before stuffing the gigantic 'chicken drumstick' back into his System Backpack, saying flatly, "The Golden-Winged Roc is a Feral Emperor in the end, and its flesh would still contain a hint of its aura even if I roasted it. As a Feral, your senses toward that would not be weak, would it not?"
The Graywolf King said nothing.
It had definitely sensed a mysterious presence from the 'chicken drumstick'. It was an aura that only beings of a different level would have, but it was still unwilling to believe it and barked angrily, "That's impossible! You're just divine-tier, and there's no way you could kill the Golden-Winged Roc!"
"So what if I'm divine-tier?"
Jiang He shook the sword in his hand and pressed it against the Graywolf King's neck, laughing coldly. "I killed many rank-seven martial artists when I was rank-five, rank-eights and nines when I was rank-six, and I killed the Black King Drake of Chongming Island when I was rank-eight!"
"On the second day after I reached rank-nine, I killed the Red Toad King of Lake Kanas, the Golden-Crowned Black Eagle of Mount Tian, and the Violet-Crowned Golden Eagle of Kunlun."
"Is it too much to kill a Golden-Winged Roc after I reach divine-tier?"
The Graywolf King: "…"
It felt as if its perspective on life was being overturned. Brother, are you for real? Why does it sound so surreal?
It knew about the death of the Black Flood Dragon King, but it didn't know about the deaths of the Red Toad King, the Violet-Crowned Golden Eagle King, and the Golden-Crowned Black Eagle King. There were no telephones or anything like that for messages to be sent between Feral Beasts, so it was understandable that it was a little slow.
Puff!
Jiang He's hand shook again.
The Scarlet Flame Sword grazed the Ash Wolf King's neck. Immediately, its fur was cut open, and fresh blood flowed out.
The Graywolf King shrieked in panic. "Don't be rash, Jiang He! Don't be rash! Open the heritage site, I'll open it right away …"
Bang!
Jiang He slammed his palm into the Graywolf King's abdomen, sending it flying over a hundred meters as he sneered, "How dare you call yourself a king in front of me?"
The Gray Wolf King crawled up from the ground, trembling with fear, and carefully walked toward the ravine. The high-ranked Vicious Beasts that were nesting by the ravine were now all prostrating on the ground, not daring to get up.
Jiang He threw it nonchalantly, and the Scarlet Flame Sword took to the air. Thunderbolts and flame interweaved in the night sky, turning into veins of thunderflame Sword Qi that descended, directly engulfing the twenty high-ranked Ferals.
Second Style of the Three Thousand Calamities — Thunderflame Calamity!
There was no lack of rank-eight and rank-nine Ferals among the Ferals, but they were defenseless against the thunderflame Sword Qi. After a series of screams and wails, all that was left were corpses.
There was no telling how many soldiers had died when the high-ranked Ferals attacked Yuzhen.
If they were not dead, there was no telling how many would die when the Ferals raged in the future.
When Jiang He's killing intent came, he would not hold back at all!
"No!"
The Graywolf King reared its head and howled at the moon, bellowing, "Jiang He, I've already agreed to open the heritage site for you. Why would you slaughter my tribe?"
It howled at the moon, its aura rising to the point that even the moonlight seemed to be stirred. Streaks of pure moonlight descended, dyeing the Graywolf King's gray fur pure-white.
Its eyes were glowing red.
Its demonic scarlet gaze was like blood.
Most of the high-ranked Ferals on Mount Dadong were its wolf-type Ferals. How could the Graywolf King not be furious now that all of them were killed?
Rawr!
The Graywolf King howled at the moon again, its body turning into an afterimage as it lunged at Jiang He. Jiang He did not even use his True Qi, merely raising his hand and punching out.
With a dull thud, the Graywolf King was sent flying a hundred meters away, crashing heavily into the ground.
In a flash, Jiang He moved like a shadow, arriving beside the Graywolf King as it crashed to the ground and extending a foot to step on its head. The Graywolf King that was over a dozen meters long was pinned down by Jiang He's foot, unable to free itself no matter how it struggled.
Its head was pushed into the ground by Jiang He's foot, but it kept struggling wildly. On the other hand, Jiang He's physique alone had reached Golden Pellet-pinnacle even without using True Qi or mystic energy. If categorized according to tiers, he was equal to divine-union pinnacle, or even stronger. How could the Graywolf King escape?
Even so, the Graywolf King did not give up. Even as it struggled, more starlight descended from the skies, almost forming a screen of light!
Jiang He was rather surprised and exclaimed in surprise, "Is that … a daemonic cultivation?"
He stared at the Graywolf King in surprise.
Was absorbing moonlight an ability the Graywolf King gained after ascending to Feral King, or was it a daemonic cultivation?
Jiang He released his foot.
He punched the Graywolf King's head.
Thud!
The dull sound of colliding steel echoed, leaving the Graywolf King dazed and actually stopped struggling just then.
"Oh?"
"It's true that wolves have copper heads and steel bones. I used thirty percent of my strength in that punch just now, but it didn't blow your head off?" Sneering, Jiang He then said, "Graywolf King, stop struggling."
"Did you not understand what I said before?"
"Be a good boy and open the heritage site, and I'll give you a quick death. Or I'll roast you after you die!"
The Graywolf King only rose after a long while. Furious and humiliated, it bellowed and turned to flee again.
Whoosh!
With a swing of his sword, Jiang He directly cut off both of its hind legs.
"Trying to run?"
"Do you think you can get away if I don't agree?"
The Graywolf King despaired!
This was too much of a bully!
It couldn't beat it.
It couldn't run.
What was it supposed to do?
At this point, all it could do was change to a more dignified death. It really couldn't stand being roasted and eaten like the Golden-Winged Roc after its death.
"Jiang He!"
The Graywolf King growled. "Are you going to keep your word?"
"I'll open the heritage site for you … but my remains are not to be eaten after I die!"
"No, that's not enough. You have to bury me. I am a Feral King, and I don't want my corpse to be eaten by other Ferals after I die …"
Jiang He was rather taken aback.
This wolf …
He was actually thinking about burying me?
Nodding, Jiang He agreed to it.
Jiang He would have done it himself even without the Graywolf King telling him. After all, it was a Feral King, and would it not be a waste to throw away its corpse if it was not eaten? When that happens, he could move it home and plant it in his farm, and it might grow into a powerful pet in the future.
Since he was a beast tamer, would it not make sense for him to tame a few more pets?
Even if the Graywolf King's legs were broken, it was a Feral King that could fly.
It took to the air and landed at the bottom of the ravine.
Jiang He strode out and landed at the bottom of the ravine with the Graywolf King, and immediately noticed that the bottom was special. The Yuan Qi there was extremely concentrated and was around six times thicker than outside. Though it was not as exaggerated as in the Secret Realm, it was still frightening.
"I was the one who first discovered this ruin. Although I didn't enter the ruin, I still obtained some benefits from it. That's why I was able to evolve into a Ferocious Beast King. Furthermore, the cultivation technique I cultivate is also from this ruin. If I want to open the ruin, I need to use the power I cultivate."
Now that things had come to this, the Graywolf King felt that it had nothing to hide. Looking at Jiang He, it said, "Jiang He, I'm going to die anyway, so I could die rather than help you open the heritage site. There are almost a thousand wolves in Mount Dadong, but they are not high-ranked Ferals and are not much of a threat to you humans. I hope that you would spare the wolves of Mount Dadong after you claim the treasure in the heritage site."
"Sure."
Jiang He agreed, saying, "I'm not willing to fight such ants, but the wolves are Ferals. Even if I don't do anything, it doesn't mean others wouldn't, and I wouldn't care how other martial artists would kill the wolves when they enter the mountain to train."
How could an average martial artist have the ability to kill a wolf pack?
After all, the wolves …
He had many descendants, and as long as Jiang He did not personally attack, some of them might survive.
The Graywolf King moved, flinging some of the blood that was flowing out of its short legs.
Then, it abruptly opened its mouth and spat …
Whoosh.
A Daemon Pellet flew out of its mouth, emanating faint Daemonic Qi and Yuan Qi as it struck the bottom of the ravine.
"Is that … a legendary Daemon Pellet?"
Jiang He was stunned. So, this was a true daemon cultivator?
Not only did the Graywolf King's ability improve rapidly after obtaining a daemon cultivation method, it had even cultivated a Daemon Pellet. After all, not even the Golden-Winged Roc could do that.
"So, in the Era of Qi Refinement and Immortal Cultivation, the demon race should have also existed … Did the demon race like the Green Hill Foxes in the myths really exist?"
In that very moment, Jiang He's mind was whirling as he thought of many myths.
Were those things real or fake?
"Hold on …"
"The daemons in the myths could assume human form after cultivating to a certain level. If I get my hands on a daemon cultivation method for Dumbo and the others to cultivate, would they assume human form in the future?"
Jiang He's eyes twinkled.
Dumbo …
It did not matter. It would still be a dog whether it assumed human form or not.
On the other hand, the willow tree in his house … with its soft voice, would it turn into a loli if it could assume human form in the future?
Boom!
Just as Jiang He's imagination ran wild, the heritage site at the bottom of the ravine opened. With a dull rumble, a phenomenon took to the air, and an immeasurably concentrated Daemonic Qi shot to the horizon. The night sky that had been bright with moonlight just a moment ago was instantly turned pitch-black!
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