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Deng deng!
Thud!
The endless drumbeats echoed in all directions.
Mixed with the sounds were the furious roars of King Han and the shouts of Patriarch Muchen as if there were two ruffians fighting.
âOh⊠I will fight it out with you!â
âWhatâs the point of fighting? Do you have money? If you donât, why are you fighting?!â
âDamn it! How dare you humiliate me like this! Patriarch Muchen, from now on, I definitely wonât⊠mmm mmm mmm⊠blarghâŠâ
âPfft! Definitely wonât do what? Tell me, Iâm all ears!â
Although he said that he was all ears, in reality, Patriarch Muchen was constantly punching.
Taking advantage of the moment when King Han was not paying attention, he punched without saying a word, just enough to shut the demon kingâs mouth.
After a few rounds, this powerful demon king, who had been in high spirits not long ago, was covered in blood. The Yin Yang Taiji Diagram behind him had dissipated. Sometimes, he would transform into his human form, and sometimes, he would transform into his true form. He roared and fought with Patriarch Muchen.
âI⊠I must kill youâŠâ
âKill me? Other than touching my butt, what else can you do?â
Patriarch Muchen spat in disdain.
Feng Xia silently raised a layer of barrier with his magical power, blocking the spit that flew over.
At this moment, all the demon beasts watching the fight had gradually turned from being shocked to being petrified to being completely numb in the end.
âA scoundrel⊠a complete scoundrel!â
âThe rumors are not wrong at all. This old thing is simply an old ruffian!â
Many demon beasts felt their scalps tingle.
However, at this moment, it was obviousâŠ
Patriarch Muchenâs attack had indeed become much stronger than before. If he used his full strength and the other party did not defend carefully, even someone like King Han could get injured.
However, it was only a superficial wound.
With the regenerative ability of a dignified demon king, a small injury could completely recover in less than a breath or two.
The real problem was that Patriarch Muchenâs attack method was repeated over and over again⊠He had only one move!
It was not particularly lethal, but it did cause some damage. It was mainly disgusting.
However, Patriarch Muchenâs defense was astonishing. He was like an annoying sticky plaster. He could not be beaten to death or left behind once he became stuck to someone. The blood on King Hanâs body was not from the beating by Patriarch Muchen, but from being angered by this old bastard!
âItâs a tragedy for King Han of the extreme north. His cultivation has indeed become stronger. He could have won against other demon kings, but he just had to meet a freak like Patriarch Muchen!â
Ying Chengpeng muttered in a hoarse voice.
He was well aware that if he was in King Hanâs shoes, the outcome of this battle would not be any better.
âThis old thing is simply a lump of divine hard bump that canât be smashed or destroyed!â
âPfft, pfft, pfft!â
After hammering King Han into the ground for the umpteenth time, Patriarch Muchen clicked his tongue and turned around with a displeased expression. Then, he instantly switched to a smiling expression and rubbed his hands as he approached Feng Xia. âThis⊠you see⊠this result⊠are you satisfied?â
âYou⊠bastardâŠâ
King Han of the extreme north was so angry that he vomited blood again.
At this moment, other demon beasts finally heard a different meaning in Patriarch Muchenâs words. âThis old man⊠seems to be trying to please Xia Donghai?â
âThat canât be! That fellow Xia Donghai only managed to escape from the hands of the Holy Son. What did he do to deserve such flattery from Patriarch Muchen?â
âAre you stupid? No matter what heâs capable of, heâs able to make Patriarch Muchen flatter him. If you have the ability, why donât you do it too?â
âWhat the hell is going on!â
The demon beasts whispered to one another.
At this moment, even the collapsing Demon Imperial Tombs above their heads seemed to have become auxiliary. Even if the sky collapsed and the ground caved in, it could not take away the shock in their hearts.
âYou guysââ
Seeing that Patriarch Muchen was no longer attacking, King Han glanced around before getting up unsteadily. His face was as black as iron and he wanted to say a few harsh words. However, halfway through, all the words were stuck in his throat.
He was afraid of being disgusted by Patriarch Muchen again.
After allâŠ
This old thing was really disgusting!
âI guess itâs not bad.â
Feng Xia finally nodded, which made Patriarch Muchen heave a long sigh of relief. Then, he heard Feng Xia continue, âHowever, itâs not good for you to beat up an innocent passerby in public like this.â
Patriarch Muchenâs heart skipped a beat.
Could it be thatâŠ
Was this fiend still dissatisfied?
This fiend was really difficult to deal with!
âIf you want to make a move next time, remember to drag him to a place where no one is around. Then, you can do whatever you want,â Feng Xia advised patiently. âLooking at this guyâs cultivation, he should be someone with status. Youâre really embarrassing him by making him go through this.â
âAt the very least, you have to cover his face first before slapping him.â
âNext time, next time!â
...
Patriarch Muchen let out a sigh of relief. He rubbed his hands and chuckled.
However, at this moment, he realized a problem. âYou⊠donât know this guy?â
From what Feng Xia said, it seemed like he did not even know who this person was!
Feng Xia immediately shook his head. âIâm just an insignificant person with a weak cultivation. How can I have any interactions with such a person? Moreover, this guy is also very strange. He came up to me and said that I have his sonâs aura on meâŠâ
Donât you think it sounds weird?
âImpossible! My son has a special mark that I left on him. Not long ago, the mark suddenly disappeared. I can feel that my childâs aura is on your body!â
When King Han heard this, he could not help but say coldly, âI canât be wrong about this!â
âWho is your son?â Feng Xia asked.
âMy son, Shuang Xueming!â
âOh, Shuang XuemingâŠâ
Feng Xiaâs face finally revealed a look of realization. Was this the big worm that had mysteriously committed suicide at the foot of Central Divine Mountain?
...
At that time, he had wanted to âknockâ more good things out from Shuang Xueming. After all, he was the son of a demon king and would definitely have a lot of good things on him.
Who would have thought that Shuang Xueming would perform an act of dying on the spot without a second word!
âIn that case, this should be Shuang Xuemingâs father, King Han of the extreme north who ranked among the top 10âŠâ
Feng Xia moved his eyes and suddenly let out a long sigh. âYour son is a good man. He died very peacefully.â
King Han: ââŠâ
Was that what he was asking?!