The third finger of the Little Peng King was about to fall. The atmosphere suddenly became extremely solemn. The Peng Tribe's Demon-bearers were all filled with fighting spirit. They stared at the Fusang Mountain's Demon-bearers coldly. The Demon-bearers of Fusang Mountain's Demon-bearers also had a solemn expression. There was a hint of sorrow in their desolation. They knew that after this battle, regardless of victory or defeat, Fusang Mountain's Demon-bearers would completely decline.
As one of the Eight Lineages of Ancient Monsters, which had been passed down for tens of thousands of years and had once produced a Golden Immortal, they were actually forced into such a desperate situation by a Foundation Establishment junior of the same Eight Lineages of Ancient Monsters. This in itself made them feel despair.
"All of you, listen up. Our tribe's Little Peng King has issued a decree. If you help us when we attack Fu Sang, all the treasures of Fu Sang Mountain will be divided equally among you. If there's any trouble afterward, our tribe's Little Peng King will bear it …"
Right at this moment, the old man by the Little Peng King's side had already sent his Divine Perception into the sky, and the eyes of countless demon cultivators that were hiding in the distance and didn't dare approach out of fear of the Little Peng King's ferocious aura instantly lit up. Taking advantage of someone else's misfortune had two advantages. Firstly, the risk was low, and secondly, the benefits were great. Thirdly, it could make the matter even more lively, so there was no one that disliked it. All of them rubbed their palms together and made preparations.
There were about a hundred demon soldiers that the Little Peng King had brought with him. There were two old servants in the Golden Core Realm beside him. After the Divine Will was released, many shocking auras were released in the void. There were more than ten of them and two or three of them were Golden Core Realm auras. Most of the auras were hostile towards Fusang Mountain. The difference in strength between the two sides was obvious.
At this moment, even the clan leader of the Golden Crow tribe had a trace of sorrow on his face. He seemed to be a little regretful.
He refused to hand over the Great Golden Crow's human friend because he wanted to preserve the last bit of dignity of the Fu Sang lineage. When he became the clan leader, the Fu Sang lineage could no longer reverse its declining trend. Despite being one of the Eight Lineages of Ancient Demon, it could not even compare to ordinary demon cultivators. The more this was the case, the more he recalled the glory of his ancestors. He yearned for that pride to be ignited in his bloodline …
How could the dignified Golden Crow tribe hand over their guests to others?
Unfortunately, this persistence for the sake of dignity would cause Fusang Mountain to lose its last trace of dignity.
If a Foundation Establishment junior really invaded their territory, how could the Golden Crow Clan claim to be one of the Eight Lineages of Ancient Demons?
Everyone understood this logic. Behind him, not only the three elders, but even Wu Sang 'er and some of the weaker girls in the tribe also flew up and stood behind him. Even some of the weaker Golden Crows, who were only at the second or third layer of Spirit Formation Realm, also flapped their wings and flew up as if they wanted to participate in the last battle before the end of their glory as a memorial.
The only one missing was his son, whose mind was no longer normal.
"You want to play with your life against this little ancestor? Do you think you're worthy … to flatten Mount Fusang … "
The murderous aura of the Golden Crow bloodline did not make the Little Peng King feel any pity. As he let out a cold laugh, he was about to move his third finger.
However, at this moment, a voice suddenly called out, "Wait …"
His voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by all the demonic cultivators. Countless gazes turned to look at him.
On the other side of Mount Fusang, a gray-robed man with his hands behind his back stepped on the air and slowly walked over. This person was skinny, and his aura was not very strong. He seemed to only be at the initial stage of Golden Core, but his temperament was rather calm. There was a somewhat mischievous smile on his face, as if he did not see all the demon cultivators. He walked over lazily and looked at the Little Peng King with his weird eyes.
"You're the human spy who stole Sister Fox's immortal essence treasure?"
The Little Peng King was slightly startled. Then, he laughed coldly. His eyes were like a cat playing with a mouse.
The human cultivator was naturally Fang Xing. He chuckled and said, "Yes, I even peed on her bed!"
This admission instantly caused all the demon cultivators to be slightly stunned. They knew that this human cultivator stole the immortal essence treasure of Qingqiu Mountain's Immortal Fox, but they did not hear that he peed on her bed. However, seeing that this person said it so indifferently, it must be true. All the demon cultivators immediately revealed a complicated and strange expression, and no one could say anything for a while …
"You … you're courting death!"
Hearing that the goddess in his heart was blasphemed, the Little Peng King's face instantly surged with a wisp of bloody anger.
"Cut the crap. I'll count to three. All of you kneel down and call me ancestor, or I'll let you know how powerful I am!"
Fang Xing ignored him and walked over slowly. His aura was not obvious, but his tone was actually more arrogant than the Little Peng King's.
"You … Haha … I, the Little Peng King, have roamed the demon lands, and today, I've finally seen someone who's even more arrogant than me …"
The Little Peng King was so angry that he started laughing, but the killing intent on his face grew stronger and stronger. He clenched his fists tightly, and golden wings appeared behind him.
"Of course I'm more arrogant than you. You're only arrogant because of the fucking ancestor behind you, I'm arrogant because …"
Fang Xing walked slowly towards the Little Peng King, and his voice suddenly turned cold, "… I was born to be extraordinary!"
When he finished speaking, he'd already stretched out his palm, and a finger curled up lightly. At the same time, he shouted, "Three!"
When he shouted this number, he'd already charged out abruptly, and his figure vanished in the void. When he appeared again, he'd surprisingly already charged to the front of the Little Peng King, and he was practically standing face to face. All the surrounding demon cultivators were instantly shocked. No one had expected that this human cultivator had clearly said he would shout three times, yet he'd only shouted once before attacking. Moreover, they did not expect that he'd actually directly executed a teleportation technique.
Moreover, this teleportation technique was not used to escape, but to attack.
"What's the use of this kind of trick on me?"
The Little Peng King was actually not afraid of a Golden Core cultivator at all. With a loud shout, countless golden wings suddenly appeared in front of him. Every golden feather was as sharp as a sword. At this moment, he was like a hedgehog wrapping himself up. The strength of his spiritual power was so great that it was even comparable to an ordinary Golden Core cultivator.
At the same time, the two old servants, who had never let down their vigilance, also used their secret techniques to attack Fang Xing from both sides.
In an instant, Fang Xing had fallen into a heavy encirclement.
The treasured child of the Gu Blade Mountain's ancestors naturally had his extraordinary points, and it was impossible for him to be taken down so easily.
However, Fang Xing did not plan to take down the Little Peng King with any tricks. This time, he made a move because he wanted to teach this guy, who was still his junior, a lesson. Just now, he counted to three because he was too lazy to wait any longer.
Facing the Little Peng King's 108,000 Swords Secret Art, Fang Xing didn't even look at it. He directly punched out. At this moment, he used the Mountain Method. The fist intent condensed from half of a mountain made his hand seem to be carrying a huge force of several hundred thousand kilograms. It contained the indescribable Mysterious Earth Intent. As the fist descended, it directly shattered all the golden sword feathers in front of the Little Peng King.
"Boom!"
Specks of starlight filled the air. They were all fragments of the golden sword feathers that had been shattered into pieces.
After Fang Xing's fist shattered the sword feathers in front of the Little Peng King, he turned his fist into a claw and grabbed the Little Peng King's neck.
All of this happened in the time it took for a spark to fly off a piece of flint. The two old servants' secret techniques did not even reach Fang Xing.
"All of you kneel, or else I'll beat this little bastard to death!"
Holding the Little Peng King's neck like he was holding a little chick, Fang Xing quickly retreated and directly used the Little Peng King to meet the secret techniques of the two old servants. The two old servants were shocked and quickly withdrew their secret techniques. Adding on the backlash from forcefully withdrawing their secret techniques, their faces immediately turned blood red and they almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
However, their expressions were even more shocked, and they were almost scared out of their wits.
"Quickly let go of the Little Ancestor …"
"How dare you disrespect the Little Ancestor of Gu Blade Mountain! Do you want your soul to be obliterated?"
The two of them roared, and their angry shouts of fear and fear resounded in the surroundings …
Facing Fang Xing's attack, their reactions were not slow, and their defense was not tight. However, it still did not change the fate of the Little Peng King being taken away by him. Fang Xing's attack was too tyrannical, and his speed was too fast. It even made the two of them have an illusion. Although they were both in the middle stage of the Gold Core Realm, if Fang Xing attacked them, they would also not be able to avoid it …
"I said I'll count to three and let you all kneel down. You don't want to kneel, right?"
Fang Xing lifted the Little Peng King up and looked at the two old servants coldly.
"You … If you have the ability, then kill me … The Old Ancestor will tear you into pieces …"
The Little Peng King's white face had already turned purple from being pinched by Fang Xing. He gritted his teeth and shouted angrily. His eyes were full of ferocity.
"Kill you?"
Fang Xing looked at him and said with a smile, "I won't kill you. Actually, you are my junior, and you might have to call me Little Ancestor. However, I don't like you, so … I can't avoid teaching you a lesson …"
After saying that, he suddenly slapped the Little Peng King in front of the frightened eyes of the beast cultivators.
"Pa …"
A crisp sound was heard, and a red and swollen palm print appeared on the Little Peng King's face.
This slap stunned the Little Peng King, the two old servants, the people of Fu Sang Mountain, and all the beast cultivators.
The treasure of Gu Blade Mountain, the dignified Little Peng King, was slapped in public?
It was too big, too big. No one could imagine what the Old Ancestors of Gu Blade Mountain, who cared about their reputation the most, would do!
However, what was more shocking was that after slapping the Little Peng King, the human cultivator didn't stop. He slapped the Little Peng King again, and then slapped the Little Peng King again, and then slapped the Little Peng King again and again … Over and over, a series of crackling sounds were heard, and the domineering Little Peng King's world turned gray …
The beast cultivators in the area were also shattered by this series of slaps. They all murmured in their hearts, "It's over, the sky is falling!"
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