Mo Fan had come to realise that as the Yingying Monster’s strength increased, it was also becoming bolder and bolder. It truly dared to say anything now.
Just as Mo Fan was about to scold it, the little creature turned back into a miniature chilong and, taking advantage of the moment Mo Fan opened his mouth, shot straight in and flew towards the pouch space.
“Daddy, although I haven’t fully digested that evil dragon’s power yet, my cultivation has already broken through to mid-Demon King stage. I feel I’ll soon be able to break the restrictions on that immortal treasure!”
The Yingying Monster’s voice suddenly rang in Mo Fan’s ears, instantly filling his face with delight. He immediately praised it. “Worthy of being my son!”
Then his tone changed. “But you still need to hurry up a bit. Otherwise we might be in danger very soon!”
“Yes, Daddy, don’t worry!”
Hearing Mo Fan’s praise, the Yingying Monster felt a warm glow in its heart.
From the moment it had hatched, it had already accepted Mo Fan as its father. And in truth, Mo Fan had indeed taken very good care of it.
Just now he had even given it such a precious opportunity. This made the Yingying Monster feel even more grateful.
In fact, Mo Fan had once considered devouring the Chilong Saint King himself, but in the end he gave it up. The main reason was that he wanted to help his dragon son grow.
There was nothing he could do. He had already acknowledged this dragon son, after all.
From the information he had obtained, it was not hard to deduce certain things.
Whether it was those dragon loaches, the Yingying Monster, the Black Dragon King, or even the Chilong Saint King, they were all of the same lineage. All of them had been formed from the flesh and blood of an ancient chilong.
Therefore, if the Yingying Monster wished to continue evolving into a truly perfect chilong, it had to devour the Chilong Saint King!
At the very least, this would save the Yingying Monster from taking many unnecessary detours.
As for Mo Fan himself, his cultivation had already reached Demon King realm. His most urgent task was to survive the Demon King thunder tribulation, only then could he fully master king-level power.
Although devouring the Chilong Saint King would also grant him a massive breakthrough and even let him obtain the opponent’s divine abilities, in Mo Fan’s view it was still far less beneficial than letting the Yingying Monster grow.
With the heaven-defying Devouring Heaven ability in his possession, Mo Fan never worried about cultivation bottlenecks.
Given time, he could surpass anyone!
After thinking this through, he had released the Yingying Monster at the critical moment and helped it succeed.
This battle completely stunned every cultivator in the cavern!
Even Daoist Qingfeng stared at Mo Fan with a grave expression and muttered to himself, “The fortunes of heaven and earth truly lean towards the demon race now. If this child is allowed to mature, he will surely become a great calamity for our human race in the future!”
“Old Ancestor, do you plan to personally strike and slay that monster here?” asked Xuanyan, the woman with flowing fiery-red hair, unable to resist looking at Daoist Qingfeng, who now had only one arm remaining. Flames danced in her eyes; she seemed extremely excited.
Daoist Qingfeng’s face stiffened the moment he heard this. He silently glanced at the blood-soaked empty sleeve on his right shoulder, shook his head, and gave a bitter laugh. “This child has already come into his own. Within this secret realm, unless someone fully masters an immortal treasure, I fear no one is his match!”
At these words, the expressions of all the Tianxuan Holy Land cultivators turned ugly.
“Old Ancestor, it is this disciple’s fault. This disciple failed to protect the immortal sword. I am willing to accept punishment!” Xuan Jian stepped forward, face filled with guilt, and bowed his head before Daoist Qingfeng.
“It is not your fault. If that demon truly wished to act, no one could have stopped him. Not even this old man,” Daoist Qingfeng said, shaking his head. He looked at the figure now the focus of every gaze and smiled bitterly. “Who would have thought this child hid himself so deeply? To think he actually killed that evil dragon single-handedly. Truly terrifying!”
“Old Ancestor, you are boosting others’ morale while crushing our own!” Xuanyan frowned at once and snorted coldly. “That monster merely got lucky. That evil dragon had already been gravely wounded by you and the others earlier. Even if it still had fighting strength, very little remained!”
Daoist Qingfeng merely shook his head again and said nothing more.
He had personally fought the Chilong Saint King and even lost an arm because of it. Naturally he understood how terrifying that evil dragon truly was. It was far from as simple as Xuanyan claimed.
Seeing that Daoist Qingfeng did not reply, Xuanyan gave another cold laugh. “No matter how powerful that monster is, can he really fight every cultivator here?”
“Now that the evil dragon is dead and that monster holds the immortal sword, he has become the target of everyone. I refuse to believe he still has the strength to kill every cultivator present!”
Daoist Qingfeng heard this and swept his gaze over the surrounding cultivators. Sure enough, every one of them was staring fixedly at Mo Fan. Yet for the moment, no one dared to make a move.
After all, the scene of Mo Fan single-handedly slaughtering the Chilong Saint King was still vivid in their minds. Moreover, it seemed he also possessed a golden chilong. This made people even more hesitant to act rashly.
“Little friend is truly formidable. To think you could slay that evil dragon. This old man is impressed!”
At that moment, a figure drifted forward and stopped more than ten zhang away from Mo Fan.
The man had white hair and beard and wore blood-stained Daoist robes. It was none other than the Nascent Soul ancestor of Tianlu Holy Land, Situ Yunzhen!
He looked rather dishevelled at present, and the blood at the corner of his mouth had not yet been completely wiped away. Yet his slightly clouded eyes were fixed upon the immortal sword in Mo Fan’s hand.
“However, little friend, you seem to have already obtained a treasure just now. Should you not hand over this immortal sword so that the rest of us may also try our luck with destiny?”
Hearing Situ Yunzhen’s sarcastic tone, Mo Fan immediately gave a cold laugh and said indifferently, “This king said it clearly earlier. Whoever killed the Chilong Saint King would receive this sword!”
“Unfortunately, it appears this king personally dealt with that evil dragon!”
As he spoke, Mo Fan reached out and seized the blood-drenched dragon heart in front of him, raising it high. With complete calm he continued, “If anyone has objections, feel free to step forward and experience it. This heart is still warm!”
Then his tone turned icy. He cast a cold gaze towards Situ Yunzhen and smiled faintly. “Of course, if someone insists on taking the immortal sword from this king’s hands, then by all means come!”
“This king would quite like to see whose heart is more vibrant compared to a dragon heart, and whose… is blacker!”
“You…!!”
Situ Yunzhen was instantly furious.
“Hahahaha… Situ Yunzhen, are you bullying my demon race because you think we have no demons left?”
At that moment, hearty laughter rang out from above. Then Bailu’s figure appeared before Mo Fan.
“Good nephew, worthy of being the inheritor of the White Tiger Saint King! This time you have truly brought great honour to all the demons of our Hundred Thousand Mountains!”
Bailu spoke with gratification. Then he turned to Mo Fan. “Nephew, rest assured. Since you obtained this immortal sword, it belongs to our demon race. Anyone who wants to seize it from you will first have to ask whether we demons agree!”
With that, he turned around and swept his gaze over the area not far away, laughing loudly. “Old water demon ghost, aren’t you going to come help your neighbour?”
Then he looked at the Holy Son of White Elephant Ridge and grinned. “Little fatty, White Elephant Ridge is also part of our Hundred Thousand Mountains. The immortal sword cannot be allowed to fall into outsider hands!”
“And you lot of rat spirits. Though each of you is rather ugly, you are still part of our demon race. Why act so distant at a time like this? Waiting to be wiped out together later?”
“…”
Every demon faction that was named felt rather speechless, but in the end they had no choice but to stand beside Mo Fan, making their stance clear.
Only the black-robed ancestor from Dragon King Sea stood in the distance with a dark expression, having received no invitation from Bailu.
As the demons chose sides, the human cultivators also began gathering together. At this moment, whether righteous or demonic path, all distinctions seemed to set aside their differences. They stared fixedly at the opposite side.
More accurately, they stared at the immortal sword in Mo Fan’s hand!
Just as sparks were about to fly between the two sides, Mo Fan stepped to the very front of the demon group and said in a deep voice, “Everyone, this is not the time for us to fight amongst ourselves. I believe it is time we dealt with those rats hiding in the dark!”
Rumble…
Yet at that very moment, the entire cavern suddenly shook violently. One corpse after another began crawling up from the ground. At the same time, countless decayed skeletons clawed their way out from beneath the earth…
