A loud laugh echoed from the sky, causing Xiao Huang, who was sprawled on the ground, to instinctively look up, only to see a dark cloud hovering not far above.
As the laughter faded, the dark cloud gradually dissipated, revealing two figures standing atop it.
“Senior?!”
Xiao Huang froze in shock upon recognising the two figures on the cloud.
“Xiao Huang, have you decided whether to join my Black Wind Mountain?”
Mo Fan, with a smile, looked down at the half-demon on the ground, then waved his hand, causing the mist beneath his feet to swirl, and he descended alongside Da Tou to stand before Xiao Huang.
“Demons?!”
Across from them, Bai Dao Yuan’s expression shifted slightly.
Since Da Tou still sported a large fish head, Bai Dao Yuan instantly saw through their demonic identities.
“Fellow Daoist, your ruthless methods put even this king to shame!”
Mo Fan instructed Da Tou to help Xiao Huang up, then turned his gaze to Bai Dao Yuan.
In truth, he had been there for a while, observing silently. He had a rough understanding of what had transpired in the thatched hut and knew this man was the culprit behind Xiao Huang and his mother’s suffering.
This king?
Bai Dao Yuan’s face paled at those words.
As a Foundation Establishment loose cultivator, he knew exactly what it meant for a demon to call itself “this king”. It likely indicated that the figure before him was a Demon King!
“No wonder I couldn’t sense his aura. If he’s a Demon King, it makes sense. This is trouble…”
Bai Dao Yuan muttered inwardly, staring at Mo Fan warily. After a long pause, he clasped his hands and said, “This Bai has met Fellow Daoist!”
Mo Fan maintained his calm smile, gazing at Bai Dao Yuan without responding, making the latter feel a chill down his spine.
“What brings Fellow Daoist here?”
“This Bai has no enmity with Fellow Daoist and has no desire to be your enemy.”
Seeing Mo Fan remain silent, Bai Dao Yuan continued, his heart on high alert.
“No enmity?”
Mo Fan gave Zahara a faint, mocking smile, his lips curling slightly as he said, “You, a human cultivator, claim no enmity with this demon king? How dare you spout such nonsense to my face?”
At those words, beads of sweat formed on Bai Dao Yuan’s forehead, but clenched his teeth and said, “Fellow Daoist misunderstands. Though I am human, I have never harmed a demon. I came only to retrieve my junior sister, nothing more. If I have offended Fellow Daoist, I hope you’ll forgive me. I am willing to make amends!”
“Make amends?”
Mo Fan’s interest piqued at the words, “What kind of amends do you propose?”
“I have five thousand low-grade spirit stones, my entire fortune from over a decade. I offer them all to Fellow Daoist, only asking for a way out for my junior sister and me!”
Bai Dao Yuan gritted his teeth, his eyes concealing a glint of killing intent while his expression remained neutral as he looked at Mo Fan.
“Not enough!”
“Five thousand low-grade spirit stones to buy your life? Hardly sufficient.”
Mo Fan sneered, having expected some valuable treasure, only to be disappointed by a mere five thousand low-grade spirit stones.
Do I look like I need your paltry five thousand spirit stones?
What a clueless fool!
“Senior, this man is utterly vile. You must not let him go!!”
At that moment, Xiao Huang, now supported by Da Tou, spoke urgently, his hatred for Bai Dao Yuan so deep that he couldn’t bear the thought of Mo Fan sparing him.
Bai Dao Yuan was furious but kept his composure. After glancing at Xiao Huang, he turned back to Mo Fan, flicked his wrist, and a silver light shot toward Mo Fan as he said gravely, “This is a Sword Pill, a supreme magical artifact, capable of being nurtured within the body to cultivate sword intent, far superior to ordinary flying swords!”
Mo Fan’s eyes lit up, but he also sensed the terrifying power emanating from the Sword Pill. Even he couldn’t take it head-on without risking exposure.
Though Bai Dao Yuan was also a Foundation Establishment cultivator, his cultivation had reached the late stage, slightly surpassing Mo Fan in magical power.
As Mo Fan frowned, a ruthless glint flashed in Bai Dao Yuan’s eyes.
That seemingly casual flick of his wrist was a full-powered strike, laced with great danger.
In his view, even a peak Demon General would struggle to withstand this blow, making it a test of Mo Fan’s strength.
If this demon lacked even a trace of Demon King power, Bai Dao Yuan would strike immediately!
Otherwise, he’d focus on preserving his life.
The silver light flashed by too quickly for Mo Fan to overthink. He opened his mouth.
Divine Ability, Sky Devourer!
“???”
In the next moment, Bai Dao Yuan froze. The silver light was swallowed whole by the demon before him, without so much as a ripple!
This stunned Bai Dao Yuan, and a deep sense of fear gripped his heart.
Demon King!
This was absolutely a Demon King!!
Utterly terrifying!
Mo Fan took in Bai Dao Yuan’s expression, quietly relieved. Even he hadn’t been certain he could swallow the Sword Pill instantly, but the Sky Devourer ability had exceeded his expectations.
“Indeed, I am no longer a lowly demon but a mid-stage Demon General. The Sky Devourer ability is far beyond what it once was!”
Mo Fan mused inwardly, then said coldly, “Still not enough!”
Those words made sweat bead on Bai Dao Yuan’s cheeks as he slowly backed toward the thatched hut. When he reached the doorway, he took a deep breath and said gravely, “What does Fellow Daoist want to let my junior sister and me go?”
“Simple. How about you hand over your life?”
Mo Fan grinned, his words filling Xiao Huang with joy and causing Bai Dao Yuan’s face to pale. The latter turned and fled toward the hut.
He intended to escape with Hong Yue!
“No escape!”
Mo Fan sneered, opening his mouth to unleash a crimson spear shadow that shot forth!
“Divine Ability, Tongue Arrow!”
Clang!!
In an instant, Bai Dao Yuan was sent flying by the Tongue Arrow, crashing through the wall of the thatched hut.
At the same time, the hut suddenly collapsed.
“Mother!”
Xiao Huang darted forward, rushing into the hut before it fully caved in.
Mo Fan retracted his Tongue Arrow, frowning slightly. He saw Bai Dao Yuan rise on his sword, soaring into the sky and fleeing into the distance.
“Hmph!”
Mo Fan snorted coldly, demonic aura swirling around him as he took to the clouds, chasing after him.
“Demon, this is the southern border of the human race. You dare pursue me?”
“Are you not afraid of being trapped in the southern border forever?!”
Seeing Mo Fan give chase, Bai Dao Yuan spat venomously.
“Southern border?”
“Hahaha… The human race’s two great mountains have been crushed by my demon race seniors. The southern border’s cultivators are too busy saving themselves. Who would come to your aid? Who would dare?”
“You will die today!”
Mo Fan laughed heartily, completely dismissing Bai Dao Yuan’s words.
Bai Dao Yuan’s face twisted in rage, “I have no grudge with you. Why must you kill me?!”
“You erred by crossing those you shouldn’t have!”
“Xiao Huang is one of my Black Wind Mountain’s demons, under my command. You dared to torment him and his mother. As the great king of Black Wind Mountain, how could I spare you?!”
