Jiang He's tone was calm and nonchalant, as if he was describing something insignificant.
And yet, those words were like a clap of thunder in Wang Hou and Lin Tianzheng's ears.
Just as they were discussing their plan, the two elites turned to look at Jiang He at the same time.
Astonishment, shock, disbelief …
After staring at Jiang He for three seconds, Wang Hou suddenly laughed weirdly and said, "Stop fooling around, Jiang He …"
Jiang He killed the Dragoncroc Emperor?
For real?
Based on Wang Hou's understanding of Jiang He, there was no mistake since Jiang He himself said that he killed the Dragoncroc Emperor.
It was a joyous occasion. With the Dragoncroc Emperor's death, the many Ferals within the Hua Nation's borders were left leaderless, and the Feral rampage became a joke. Even so, Wang Hou was a little unconvinced and unwilling to believe it!
When was the first time he met Jiang He again?
Wasn't it the time when the Blue King Drake, the Golden-Crowned Black Eagle, and the other Feral Kings all showed up at Jiangnan city base because of the Black King Drake's death?
It was around the thirtieth of September.
And today was only the twenty-third of October, less than a month since he last met Jiang He.
Was Jiang He not rank-eight pinnacle at the time?
His combat ability barely reached the threshold of divine-tier, and yet, in less than a month, it was as if Jiang He had turned on a cheat, cutting down the Red Toad King, the Golden-Crowned Black Eagle, the Violet-Crowned Golden Eagle, the Golden-Winged Roc, the Graywolf King, and the Dragoncroc Emperor …
Oh!
He even killed two Cardinals of the Sky Demon Cult along the way.
Was he still a human?
Once upon a time, Wang Hou had joked that he was a Child of Fortune, having obtained many heritage sites and ascending through cultivation as easy as eating and drinking. He was only in his forties, but he had already reached the heights of elites like Lin Tianzheng, Dong Haichuan, and Yang Luchan who had cultivated for over two hundred years.
But compared to Jiang He, he was nothing!
Jiang He was rank-eight pinnacle when he first met him, but he had now killed the Dragoncroc Emperor … while he was still Void-tier novice pinnacle with no improvement in cultivation.
Putting down his teacup, Jiang He glanced at Wang Hou unhappily, "I'm just telling the truth, Minister Wang. How is that making a fuss?"
"As you have guessed, the Dragoncroc Emperor has the support of an ancient daemon."
"Moreover, it has also cultivated the cultivation method of the Demon Clan and can transform into human form. It also has an Upper Grade Demon Weapon called the Nine Dragons Heavenly Fire Shield!"
"Oh right!"
With a turn of his hand, Jiang He took out the Nine Dragon God Fire Shroud and put it on the tea table, saying, "The Dragoncroc Emperor's corpse is too big for this room, but I've obtained the Nine Dragon God Fire Shroud, which proves that I killed the Dragoncroc Emperor."
Wang Hou's eyes widened as he stared at the palm-sized Nine Dragons God Fire Shroud on the tea table.
After the Nine Dragons Heavenly Fire Shield shrunk, it was no different from a small inverted "bronze bell".
"High-grade demon weapon …"
Lin Tianzheng appeared rather shocked and exclaimed, "The mystic treasure I got from the overseas heritage site was only an inferior-grade spirit item, and it was said that an inferior-grade spirit item was extremely precious even in the ancient era of Qi Refinists. Most Golden Pellet cultivators would only use inferior-grade spirit items, and superior-grade daemonic armaments are equivalent to superior-grade spirit items. How could the Dragoncroc Emperor have such a precious treasure?"
He sighed in awe, but his gaze suddenly twitched and he exclaimed in surprise, "Why is the Nine Dragons God Fire Shroud … flattened?"
He looked closely and vaguely noticed several small fist marks on the Nine Dragons God Fire Shroud … it had shrunk to the size of a palm, making the fist marks appear tiny.
"Is it flattened?"
Wang Hou replied. "I noticed it was flattened at first glance, but I don't know much about things like mystic treasures and daemonic armaments, so I didn't dare to ask and simply assumed that it was flattened in the first place."
"Haha …"
Jiang He laughed and said, "The Dragoncroc Emperor was too cowardly and cowered inside the Nine Dragons God Fire Shroud. I could only hit it through the Nine Dragons God Fire Shroud, but it flattened after a few punches."
It was not just flattened — there were even tiny cracks on the Nine Dragons God Fire Shroud.
Lin Tianzheng's expression turned weird then, and he looked at Jiang He as if he was looking at a monster.
A superior-grade daemonic armament …
According to the information he had obtained from the inheritance, perhaps only a cultivator at the peak of the Nascent Soul Stage could cause damage to it, right?
Jiang He's combat ability was already full-fledged True Child?
Beside him.
Wang Hou was not too surprised since he did not know how tough a superior-grade daemonic armament was. Changing his tone, he asked, "You're saying that the Dragoncroc Emperor is backed by an ancient daemon elite? Are you sure? Could it be that its daemonic cultivation technique and daemonic armament were obtained from a daemonic cultivator heritage site similar to the one at Mount Dadong? "
Wang Hou assumed that Jiang He was judging from the Dragoncroc Emperor's daemonic cultivation technique and its possession of a superior-grade daemonic armament.
Deep in his heart, he certainly did not want to kill the Dragoncroc Emperor and have a bunch of ancient daemon cultivators popping up. Even so, that was the truth, and it was not something one could change.
Jiang He replied with certainty, "Of course I'm sure … the ancient daemon cultivator backing the Dragoncroc Emperor is quite powerful, and a single Yuan Spirit clone would have the combat ability of a Yuan Spirit, which could easily nullify my attack."
At that, Jiang He sneered and barked, "That grandson was acting all smug, and not only did he run out to stop me from killing the Dragoncroc Emperor, he even dared to spout nonsense and put on airs in front of me, only for me to kill him with one swing of my sword!"
Wang Hou: "…"
Lin Tianzheng: "???"
Rising to his feet with a whoosh, he could not help exclaiming, "You killed the Yuan Spirit clone of an ancient daemon cultivator?"
Jiang He nodded.
Lin Tianzheng's face was pale. He smiled bitterly and said, "The primordial spirit clone has already reached the primordial spirit realm. I'm afraid that the ancient daemon cultivator is at least a late primordial spirit realm expert, or even a perfected primordial spirit realm expert. You've killed its primordial spirit clone, so it won't let the matter rest.
"It's fine."
Jiang He was not at all concerned, however, and smiled. "It's fine. I've cut down its Yuan Spirit clone, and its true Yuan Spirit is probably maimed as well, and it would take three to five months to recover."
Would he still have to be afraid of it after that?
Jiang He appeared nonchalant on the surface, but he became serious inwardly.
What if the ancient daemon cultivator still had friends, brothers, and clansmen?
What if they came to bother him?
It was better to be safe than sorry …
That problem must be dealt with as soon as possible!
"By the way, the ancient daemon cultivator's Yuan Spirit clone had crawled out of the lake where the Dragoncroc Emperor rested … could it be hiding beneath the lake to cultivate?" Jiang He thought then.
Perhaps when he became stronger, he could make another trip to Shennongjia.
The conversation after that was much more relaxed.
The trio chatted over tea for a while before Wang Hou bid them farewell and left in a hurry.
Now that the Dragoncroc Emperor was dead, it was the best time to subjugate the Ferals across the land. As long as a batch of Feral Kings were killed, the Hua Nation would not have to worry for the next few years.
Meanwhile, Jiang He returned to the hotel and released Sora from his farm.
Both of them fought it out in the hotel, and then leisurely strolled around Jingdu City.
…
At the same time.
On a great mountain in Xibei.
The Sky Demon Cult's Saint, who was shrouded in black robes and shrouded in faint black mist, was sitting atop a mountain peak. Three days had passed, and this was the place where he had agreed to meet the Dragoncroc Emperor.
He did not move at all, and sat from three to six in the afternoon until he finally could not hold it in anymore.
Rising to his feet, he paced around the mountain peak, muttering quietly, "Why isn't the Dragoncroc Emperor here yet?"
The Sky Demon Cult's Saint waited for over two hours, but there was no sign of the Dragoncroc Emperor even when it was nightfall.
That was when a figure shot toward them from the distance and landed beside the Sky Demon Cult's Saint, kneeling on one knee and saying, "Saint … I've just received word that many Hua Nation champions have moved out into the wildlands, intent on decapitating some of the Feral Kings across Hua Nation!"
"What?"
The Sky Demon Cult's Saint was stunned, and a hoarse voice could be heard from beneath his black robes. "Damn it … that Dragoncroc Emperor is really useless!"
He had a hunch that the Dragoncroc Emperor …
It might have died already.
Otherwise, the Hua Nation would not have dared to make such a big move if the Dragoncroc Emperor was still alive.
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