In front of the Venerable, the Half-Beast Ming Wang fell silent, his face no longer bearing the arrogance of moments before.
That sword just now was not aimed at him, otherwise he would already be a headless corpse.
“Do you still want to try with me?” the Venerable asked the Half-Beast Ming Wang.
The Half-Beast Ming Wang’s face was full of embarrassment, he said nothing.
Seeing the Half-Beast Ming Wang silent, the Venerable smiled coldly: “Buhui, let this bunch of little trash witness the power of the demon race.”
From the demon soul army behind the Venerable, a boy who looked only a dozen years old stepped out.
That tender face made people somewhat unwilling to believe that this was actually a demon cultivator.
“Jun Buhui, please grant me instruction.”
The child cupped his hands towards the Half-Beast Ming Wang.
“You fight me?” The Half-Beast Ming Wang furrowed his brows slightly, not expecting the opponent to send out a child.
“What is wrong with me?” Jun Buhui smiled faintly.
The Half-Beast Ming Wang looked at the slender, youthful-faced Jun Buhui before him, his brows knotting into a frown.
He had roamed the Sixfold Heavens for many years, his opponents always venerable or strong, yet now the Soul Devourer Venerable sent what seemed like an underage child to fight, clearly not taking him seriously.
“Soul Devourer Venerable, what do you mean by this?”
The Half-Beast Ming Wang glared angrily at the Soul Devourer Venerable on the lion’s back: “Sending out a child, is this to humiliate me, or to humiliate yourself?”
The Soul Devourer Venerable’s lips curled in a cold smile, icy intent in his hollow eye sockets: “Whether one can win or not is not determined by age. Since you dare not fight, then obediently admit defeat, hand over the sacrificial canon and scram.”
“Who says I dare not!”
The Half-Beast Ming Wang’s anger was ignited, he turned to Jun Buhui, his tone carrying some impatience: “Little fellow, considering your youth, hurry back, and send out someone who can fight!”
Jun Buhui remained calm as ever, his youthful voice without a trace of timidity: “After we exchange moves, you will know if I am qualified.”
Before his words finished, his figure suddenly blurred, instantly appearing before the Half-Beast Ming Wang, his small fist carrying a fierce gale, smashing straight at the Half-Beast Ming Wang’s face.
The Half-Beast Ming Wang was startled in his heart, not expecting the child’s speed to be so fast, he hurriedly sidestepped to evade.
But Jun Buhui’s attacks followed one after another, fist shadows weaving like threads, each punch containing power far exceeding his frame, forcing the Half-Beast Ming Wang to retreat repeatedly.
“Good lad, you have some skill!”
The Half-Beast Ming Wang completely discarded his contempt, his spiritual energy surging around him, golden light enveloping his body: “Since you do not know the heights of heaven and earth, do not blame me for being merciless!”
He roared in fury, his figure suddenly expanding to three zhang tall, tiger claws tearing through the air with momentum, clawing towards Jun Buhui.
Jun Buhui was utterly unflustered, his figure evading lightly like willow fluff, at the same time his right hand formed a seal, black demonic energy roiling around him, condensing into a massive demon blade that slashed towards the tiger claws.
“Clang!”
The sound of metal clashing rang deafeningly, sparks flying. The Half-Beast Ming Wang felt his arm go numb, actually shaken back two steps.
And Jun Buhui was also jolted by the immense force, his figure swaying, yet he quickly steadied himself.
“What?”
The cultivators halfway up the mountain exclaimed one after another.
They had thought Jun Buhui could not withstand a single blow, yet unexpectedly he could clash head-on with the Half-Beast Ming Wang without falling behind.
Wu Hao clenched his fists, his face full of gravity: “What is this child’s background? To have such strength!”
Fan Tianyou also furrowed his brows: “The refinement of his demonic energy is several times stronger than Su Mei’s, absolutely not an ordinary demon cultivator.”
On the battlefield, the Half-Beast Ming Wang was thoroughly enraged.
He let out a heaven-shaking howl, the sound waves shaking the surrounding rocks to tremble, golden patterns emerging around his body, it was the beast clan’s innate divine ability: Fierce Tiger Transformation.
“Lad, receive my move ‘Fierce Tiger Splits the Mountain’!”
The Half-Beast Ming Wang leaped up, his tiger claws condensing a massive golden claw shadow, smashing towards Jun Buhui with earth-shattering momentum.
