In the blink of an eye, another half a year had passed. It had been one year and one month since Ding Ning had come to this world, and he had been in seclusion for a whole year.
Ever since he was born, this was the first time he had devoted the most time to studying. His focused cultivation had also allowed him to make great progress in the study of Contract Magic and Sealing Magic. He had reached the level of a Spell Grandmaster in both of these spells.
It was not that he didn't want to continue to study, but he was limited by his realm and cultivation, so he could only study to this level.
Ding Ning, who was unkempt and dirty, slowly opened his eyes, which were full of purple light. After a long time, he stood up and stretched himself. He used his spiritual power to shake off the dust on his body, and a colorful elemental armor suddenly appeared and wrapped him up. He looked into the distance calmly and murmured to himself, "I've improved everything I can. It's time to come out of seclusion."
The war between the Four Great Families and the Winged Men Tribe had been going on for a whole year, but it did not have much impact on the lives of ordinary demons.
In the first round of tentative battle between the two forces, the Old Ancestor of the Winged Men Tribe and Peng Tianao had suddenly appeared and blocked the joint attack of the Patriarchs of the Four Great Families. In the end, no one could do anything to the other, and there was no decisive power to crush the other.
The balance of the top forces made the two forces realize that once the war broke out, they would suffer a great loss.
In order to prevent the sandpiper and the clam from fighting, and also to prevent the Demon Territory from falling into chaos, the two sides finally reached an agreement that the top forces would not fight until the last moment. The battle between the young and middle-aged people would decide the outcome of the war, and they would fight in a small area to wear down each other's strength.
In this way, the competition between the two forces became a tug-of-war.
On the surface, the Winged Men Tribe was at a disadvantage. After all, the Four Great Families were the Four Great Clans, and the vassal clans attached to them were far superior to the Winged Men Tribe in terms of population and the number of experts.
But in fact, apart from a few consecutive defeats at the beginning, the situation of the younger generation of the Winged Clan had gradually turned around. Over the past year, not only did they not fall into a disadvantageous position in the battles, but they also became braver and braver, gradually gaining the upper hand.
This unexpected scene made some of the races that didn't choose to stand on the side, and instead watched on coldly from the sidelines to see what would happen. As expected of the Demon Emperor's bloodline, his combat talent was terrifyingly strong. He was using the young and middle-aged generation of the four great families as a whetstone to sharpen himself.
The Winged Men Clan was an old royal clan. The Winged Men Clan's Patriarch's strong performance after his breakthrough in cultivation and the outstanding achievements of the younger generation over the past year had caused many clans who did not think highly of the Winged Men Clan to gradually change their minds and choose to join the Winged Men Clan's camp.
Of course, many clans who were watching on the sidelines thought that the Winged Men Clan could temporarily take the lead because the four great families had not sent the real elites of their clans to participate in the battle. Most of the clans who participated in the battle earlier were powerhouses from the four great families' vassal clans. Therefore, the final outcome of the battle was not completely clear. They had to continue watching and wait for the outcome to become clear before choosing to join the Winged Men Clan.
After all, compared to the four great families' camp with dozens of powerful clans who had joined, only seven or eight clans, including the Peacock Clan, the Golden Condor Clan, the Medusa Clan, the Violent Ape Clan, the Raging Bull Clan, and the other clans had publicly expressed their support for the Winged Men Clan. In terms of absolute strength, the Winged Men Clan had an extremely slim chance of winning in the end.
The first battlefield of the two camps was set in the first ring area between the first territory and the Demon City. Every day, the young and middle-aged generation of the two camps would fight fiercely with soldiers and generals. The rich and fertile land had been dyed dark red with blood.
The second battlefield was set in the territory of the Lord of the Nine Mountain Ranges.
In previous years, the Lord of each territory would not change for tens, hundreds, or even thousands of years. However, in the past year, the Winged Men Clan firmly grasped the position of the Lord of the First Territory. The Lords of the other eight territories changed almost every day.
Luo Nan, the former Lord of the Ninth Territory, was challenged by a powerhouse from the Winged Men Clan on the third day after the war between the two camps. No one knew what he was thinking, but after a few symbolic moves, he admitted defeat and gave up the fight for the position of Lord.
Then, his grandfather, the Golden Lion Clan, the Lord of the First Territory, admitted defeat after accepting Peng Tianao's challenge. He handed over the position of Lord of the First Territory.
Many people thought that the attitude of the grandfather and grandson indicated the stance of the Golden Lion Clan. However, they did not expect the Golden Lion Clan to stay out of the battle for the past year. They had no intention of siding with either side.
Naturally, the Golden Lion Clan was extraordinary for being able to occupy the First Territory for thousands of years. It was one of the top-ranked powerful clans among the Demon Clan. The clan had a deep foundation and a strong rallying power. Not only did it have a large number of vassal clans, but it also had many powerful clans that were on good terms with it.
It could be said that the Golden Lion Clan could become a key factor in determining the outcome of the battle. Both camps tried to rope in the Golden Lion Clan, but they were politely rejected by the Golden Lion Clan on the grounds that it was a peace-loving clan.
It was precisely because the Golden Lion Clan was a bystander that the two camps did not dare to start an all-out war. They wanted to preserve their strength in case the Golden Lion Clan launched a sudden attack and become the final winner. This was why the two camps were using this method to wear down the strength of each other's younger generation.
The Ninth Territory was bustling with activity. It had not been greatly affected by the war. For ordinary demons, it didn't matter who the lord was; it didn't matter who the lord was.
Currently, the position of the Lord of the First Eight Territories had become the focus of contention between the two camps. Lord changes happened almost every day. The frequency of this change was rarely seen in thousands of years.
Today, Cold Iron, the new Lord of the Golden Silk Leopard Clan, who had just taken office for three days, received a challenge.
The Golden Silk Leopard Clan was one of the most powerful clans in the Demon Clan and a loyal ally of the four major clans. As an expert in the Middle-stage of the Demon King Realm, Cold Iron was definitely one of the best in the same realm.
An expert had his own pride. When he saw that the challenger had only submitted a member of the Winged Men Clan who had not even reached the Great Demon Realm, he could not help but smile coldly. "They are here to deliver food to me. The Winged Men Clan's food is still delicious!"
Ever since Ding Ning had roasted demonic beast meat in public, the atmosphere in the Demon Territory had changed. The experts from both camps had their hands stained with the blood of the other party. They had reached the point where they would not rest until one of them was dead. Therefore, as long as they killed someone from the other camp, the corpse would become food for the winner.
King Huai had once lamented that the weak were prey to the strong. This was the law of survival for the Demon Clan. In the past, the Demon Clan was strong, but they lacked courage. They were far less like the demonic beasts living in the Wasteland!
King Huai's seemingly lamenting words had instantly caused the entire Demon Territory to roast meat. Even those who did not participate in the battle would secretly pick up the corpse to taste the delicious roasted meat.
When the roasted meat entered the stomach, it did not taste good. However, the rich blood energy contained in the meat helped to strengthen one's physique. This made many members of the Demon Clan suddenly understand why the fellow from the Winged Men Clan liked to eat roasted meat so much a year ago. This was simply the best treasure for improving one's cultivation.
Therefore, the entire Demon Territory had become a trend. Cold Iron also tasted the sweetness. When he saw that a little fellow from the Winged Men Clan who was not even a Great Demon Realm dared to challenge him, he naturally thought that the other party had come to deliver food to him.
If Ding Ning knew that the other party had actually treated him as food, he wondered how he would feel.
He only wanted to go to the Demon City, but he did not want to lead the Demon Territory.
It would be a waste of time to submit an application. He might as well challenge the Lord directly and hone his combat skills at the same time.
"Are you the one who wants to challenge me? Are you here to deliver food to me? "
On the Lord Challenge Stage, Cold Iron looked down at Ding Ning and asked mockingly.
There were already thousands of people watching the battle. When the crowd heard this, they immediately roared with laughter. They felt that Ding Ning was overestimating himself. He was not even a Great Demon Realm, yet he dared to challenge the Demon King.
"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Let's begin!"
Ding Ning frowned. He did not like the way Cold Iron looked down on him. In order to avoid being recognized and attacked, he had changed his appearance. He did not expect to be despised the moment he arrived. How could he still have a good temper?
"Since you are in a hurry to die, I will fulfill your wish. Seeing that you are about to become roasted meat, I will let you have three moves …"
Cold Iron sneered as he stretched out his little finger and beckoned Ding Ning with it.
Before he could finish his sentence, a bright light flashed, and Cold Iron's words stopped abruptly.
Ding Ning slowly inserted the Sky Destroyer into the scabbard made of animal skin on his back. He said expressionlessly, "You talk too much nonsense!"
"Gulp!"
Cold Iron's sinister smile froze on his face. His eyes revealed a look of disbelief. He wanted to say something but could not.
A faint line of blood suddenly exploded on his neck. Without warning, his head fell to the ground. The headless corpse sprayed out fresh blood. After a long time, it fell to the ground with a thud, revealing its true form as a panther.
The scene was dead silent. Everyone stared blankly at Ding Ning, who was standing proudly. Their faces were lifeless. They did not understand what had happened. A Demon King expert had actually been killed in an instant. This was simply unbelievable.
"I have not eaten roasted meat in a long time. It just so happens that I have the ingredients."
Ding Ning smacked his lips and said with a smile. He extended his hand and put away Cold Iron's corpse.
He had been in seclusion for a year. He had basically not eaten anything. Although his body had a natural circulation system and he did not need to eat, for a foodie, delicacies were irresistible temptations.
Moreover, the fur of the Golden Silk Panther could be made into fur, its blood and bones could be used as medicine, and its meat could be used as food. As the saying went, the entire body was a treasure. How could he let it go?
"How is this possible? Who is he? How could he kill Lord Cold Iron in an instant? That's a Demon King! "
"Oh my god, what did I just see? This is a miracle. It's unbelievable. He killed a Demon King in an instant. He killed a Demon King in an instant!"
"I'm going crazy. Could Cold Iron be a fake? How is this possible? He was killed in an instant! "
"Are my eyes playing tricks on me? Pinch me and see if I'm dreaming. A guy who is not even a Great Demon killed a Demon King in an instant. How is this possible?"
"Oh my god, could this Lord be a hidden genius of the Winged Men Clan? He's too powerful. "
"Impossible. He is not even a Great Demon. How could he kill a Demon King in an instant? He must have hidden his cultivation."
…
The onlookers only came to their senses at this moment. With a "buzz", they were boiling like boiling water. They discussed excitedly and in disbelief. They looked at Ding Ning with awe.
"My … Lord, I am Niu Jun, the leader of the mansion guards of the Ninth Mountain Range. This is your lord's token. From now on, you are the new lord of the Ninth Mountain Range."
The leader of the mansion guards of the Raging Bull Tribe bowed respectfully and presented a token with the word "Nine" engraved on it with both hands. It should be the identity token of the Ninth Mountain Range.
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