“Demon race?”
Wuhua’s heart jolted. He had never expected that, just as he reached for the golden coffin, someone would suddenly attack him.
And the attacker turned out to be from the demon race.
That dragon-marked spear carried towering demonic might and radiated a razor-sharp killing intent.
In the blink of an eye, it was right in front of him.
The golden coffin was within arm’s reach. Wuhua had no wish to retreat. He instantly pressed his palms together and roared, “Indestructible Vajra Body!”
Boom!
Dazzling Buddhist light burst from his body. Every inch of his skin turned brilliant gold, as though plated with the metal, majestic and extraordinary.
Then, clenching his right hand into a fist, he met the dragon-marked spear at an unbelievable speed.
Clang!
The impact rang out like two divine weapons clashing, deafening, yet they separated the moment they touched.
The dragon-marked spear thrust forward again.
Cold light flashed at its tip, incomparably sharp, as though it could annihilate every living thing in existence.
At the same time, billowing demonic qi wrapped around the spear, turning it into a ferocious demonic dragon that stabbed viciously towards the centre of Wuhua’s forehead.
“Begone!”
Wuhua bellowed, his voice a lion’s roar. Sound waves slammed into the dragon-marked spear.
Clang, clang, clang…
Sparks flew everywhere.
Then, with lightning speed, Wuhua’s five fingers shot out.
Those five fingers were like five mountain peaks, radiating brilliant Buddhist light as they seized the spear tip in an instant.
Sizzle!
The spear tip blazed with peerless sharpness and erupted with scorching power, suddenly becoming a ball of raging flame.
Wuhua showed no reaction. His Indestructible Vajra Body made his physique extraordinarily tough.
Only then did he raise his eyes to look at his assailant.
The next second, Wuhua froze.
“A boy?”
He was utterly astonished. He had never imagined his attacker would be so young, seemingly only eleven or twelve years old.
The youth stood two metres tall, hair wild and loose, wielding the dragon-marked spear while riding a fire lion. Demonic qi swirled around him, his aura domineering beyond compare!
“When did the demon race produce such a terrifying youth?”
Wuhua was deeply shocked.
As far as he knew, the demon race had been entrenched in the Northern Domain for many years and rarely appeared in the Eastern Wilderness.
“For one so young to already possess strength enough to fight me, his status within the demon race must be extraordinary.”
“If he is allowed to mature, he will surely become a great enemy of mine in the future.”
“Should I kill him, or…”
Wuhua hesitated.
On the other side, when Ye Qiu saw this demon youth, his face first showed shock, then wild joy surged within him.
“Huzi!”
Ye Qiu had never expected to meet Huzi here.
He also noticed that Huzi’s strength had advanced greatly. He had clearly stepped into the peak of the Cave Heaven realm. Yet something had clearly happened to Huzi; even his height and bearing had changed. He now resembled a young demon king.
Regardless, seeing Huzi was cause for happiness. Ye Qiu looked at Wei Yue and Xie Feihua and smiled. “You two are very lucky. I’m in a good mood right now, so I’ve decided to leave you each an intact corpse.”
Hearing this, Wei Yue and Xie Feihua cursed inwardly. Leaving an intact corpse counted as lucky?
We don’t want that kind of luck!
The two had long been terrified by Ye Qiu’s methods. They exchanged a glance, then without hesitation fled in opposite directions.
“Weren’t you going to kill me? What’s the meaning of running now?”
Ye Qiu pointed a finger. Whoosh! A sword qi shot forth like a meteor, piercing straight through the back of Xie Feihua’s head and annihilating his primordial spirit.
Then, using a step that covered a hundred li, Ye Qiu appeared in front of Wei Yue.
Wei Yue jumped in fright and tried to flee in another direction, but before he could turn, a sword finger pierced his forehead.
Crack!
His primordial spirit shattered.
Wei Yue died on the spot.
After dealing with them, Ye Qiu strode towards Wuhua.
Wuhua had been wavering over whether to kill Huzi or spare him. Seeing Ye Qiu approach, he made his decision.
He released his grip on the spear tip, stepped back twice, and pressed his palms together.
“Amitabha. This humble monk is Wuhua, disciple of the holy monk of Mount Lingshan at Great Thunderclap Temple. Greetings, benefactor.”
Wuhua bowed slightly towards Huzi and continued, “Great Thunderclap Temple lies far in the Western Desert and has always had neither grievance nor enmity with the demon race. If this monk is not mistaken, this young demon brother has come for the supreme opportunity, yes?”
Huzi stared coldly at Wuhua and gave no reply.
“Benefactor, why not join forces with me and slay him?” Wuhua pointed at the approaching Ye Qiu. “Once he is dead, we can split the supreme opportunity equally. How about it?”
“Furthermore, the demon race has remained in the Northern Domain these past years and rarely ventures out. If you are willing, I can represent Great Thunderclap Temple in forming an alliance with your demon race. What do you say?”
Only then did Huzi speak. “Finished talking?”
“This monk has finished,” Wuhua said with a smile. “Young demon brother, consider it carefully…”
“Fuck your mother. Who’s your little brother?” As Huzi’s words fell, he smashed his spear down at Wuhua.
Boom!
At that instant the dragon-marked spear became a heaven-supporting pillar crashing from the sky, brimming with tyrannical ferocity.
Terrifying demonic might surged like raging waves towards Wuhua.
Wuhua flew into a fury.
He had spoken kindly, yet this was the response he received.
“You really think you’re qualified to act arrogantly before me?”
Wuhua’s fist shot upward like lightning, unleashing tremendous power as it met the descending dragon-marked spear.
Clang!
A deafening clash.
The dragon-marked spear was immediately forced back.
Wuhua pressed the attack, both fists raining down in a storm of blows against Huzi. His golden fists fell like dense hail, each carrying horrifying might. Clearly he intended to end the fight quickly.
Because Ye Qiu was drawing near, Wuhua wanted to kill Huzi before Ye Qiu arrived.
Otherwise, if Ye Qiu and Huzi joined forces, his chances of obtaining the golden coffin would become vanishingly small.
Ye Qiu deliberately slowed his pace, wanting to observe Huzi’s combat strength.
At the same time, he stayed ready. If Huzi began to lose, he would intervene at once.
It had to be said that after so long apart, Huzi’s combat power had risen astonishingly. He blocked every one of Wuhua’s attacks.
Of course, Wuhua’s cultivation was deeper. Even though Huzi parried the punches, the immense force still drove him steadily backwards.
If the fight continued like this, it would not be long before Huzi was injured.
Ye Qiu knew he could not wait any longer and prepared to act, but Little White Fox, clinging to his chest, suddenly grabbed his hand tightly.
“What are you doing?” Ye Qiu asked.
“Do not interfere,” Little White Fox said gravely. “That boy is no ordinary demon!”
