yready #1051 - Ancient Demon Chief Mu Teng
#1051 - Ancient Demon Chief Mu Teng
Hearing this, Li Chengfeng's lips curled into a smug smile, a laugh that held both disdain for past challenges and longing for future conquests.
“Heavenly Dao once tried to obliterate me, but its methods were ultimately too naive.
Fortunately, my esteemed master intervened, not only dispelling all the suppressing forces but also frightening Heavenly Dao into hiding upon sensing my master's aura.
Now, my mission is to conquer the entire Feather Dust Realm.
To forge it into a solid foundation for our advance into higher worlds, to conquer all directions, and to let our prestige resound throughout the myriad realms.”
The Ancient Demon Clan Chief, Mu Teng, nodded thoughtfully upon hearing this, a complex look flickering in his eyes.
“I understand, you mean for our Ancient Demon Clan to be subordinate to you, to embark on this path of conquest together.
And the reason you were able to find this place is also due to your master's will, right?
Those claims about you seeking treasures here are merely a smokescreen.”
Li Chengfeng nodded without hesitation, his eyes flashing with determination and confidence.
“That's exactly right.”
With a thought, he quickly contacted the formation masters within the Three Realms Space, ordering them to urgently create a token.
This token needed to be lifelike, preferably able to generate some kind of miraculous resonance with that phantom image.
Soon after, an exquisitely crafted token was ingeniously created within the Three Realms Space, its surface adorned with intricate patterns, flowing with mysterious power.
With a gentle wave of his hand, Li Chengfeng skillfully imprinted a special aura onto the token.
Simulating the aura of that phantom image, as if some indescribable connection existed between the two.
Naturally, the Demon Clan had no way of knowing any of this. And Li Chengfeng went with the flow, continuing to weave his lies.
“Indeed, this token represents my master's will and power.
As long as I hold this token, you must obey my orders.
If you disobey, with a mere activation of the token's power, you will surely fall into eternal damnation.”
This intimidated the Ancient Demon Clan's group of experts.
The Ancient Demon Clan Chief, witnessing this scene, suddenly focused his gaze, as if sealed by ice.
The chilling moments of the past resurfaced in his mind, leaving him dazed and frightened, as if he were in an endless abyss of darkness, at a loss.
Seeing this, Li Chengfeng's lips curled into a cold smile.
He continued, “How is it? Do you believe it now? I hold the token bestowed by my master.
If you still harbor doubts, then I will have no choice but to slay you all here, which can also be considered a trial for me from my master.”
With that, Li Chengfeng suddenly erupted with a monstrous demonic aura, like a deep abyss beast awakening.
His three heads and six arms flailed wildly, causing the entire world to become turbulent, as if it were about to collapse.
The river of history churned violently at this moment, and the smoke of the past became confusing and illusory.
The Ancient Demon Clan's experts finally felt an unprecedented fear in the face of this power, as if being stared at by the Grim Reaper, their souls trembling.
The clan chief's fingers trembled incessantly, and the high priest beside him hurriedly stepped forward.
He whispered, “My lord, we still have one hundred thousand expeditionary troops left. It would be a waste to sacrifice them in vain.
Since that fellow Daoist hasn't killed us, he must have a purpose. Otherwise, we would have been reduced to ashes long ago.
Why don't we accompany this lord to conquer all directions? Perhaps there may still be a glimmer of hope.”
Hearing this, the Demon Clan Chief nodded slightly, saying solemnly, “As the clan chief, I must consider everyone's safety.
Since everyone is willing to join him, I will no longer force it.
Let's decide this way, to avoid unnecessary conflicts and increased casualties.”
The Ancient Demon Clan Chief Mu Teng also understood in his heart that even if the other party was not that great being's disciple, based solely on the power he had displayed, their Ancient Demon Clan would suffer heavy losses.
After thinking it over, relying on the other party seemed to be the wisest choice.
Thus, he took a deep breath, mustered his courage, and said, “Let me directly submit to you. My heart is truly unwilling.
How about this? You and I each make a move, and the victor shall be king.
If you win, my Ancient Demon Clan will submit to you; if I win, you will let us leave. This can be considered fair.”
The Ancient Demon Clan Chief Mu Teng was making a final struggle, trying to win a trace of dignity and hope for himself.
But Li Chengfeng burst into laughter upon hearing this, his voice full of confidence and arrogance.
“Alright, I'll do as you say.”
As he spoke, he suddenly erupted with all his power, his entire being transforming into a demon god, his aura overwhelming.
The Ancient Demon Clan Chief Mu Teng also instantly grew larger, transforming into a giant hundreds of feet tall. Although he was only a First-Order Ancient Demon, the power of his bloodline should not be underestimated.
However, compared to Li Chengfeng, his bloodline was still too inferior.
Li Chengfeng's three heads and six arms simultaneously swung, unleashing the Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist.
This fist technique was infinitely powerful, with all paths returning to the source. Each punch contained the supreme principles of heaven and earth.
With a loud boom, after this punch was unleashed, tens of thousands of punches were thrown in an instant, and then all the fists merged into one, each fist being different, forming a special fist force.
All these fist forces transformed into fist shadows, fusing together, slowly condensing into an extremely terrifying force.
This force was like a true fist wind, bringing unparalleled momentum and power, slamming down fiercely.
This force was earth-shattering, violent, as if it were about to tear the entire world apart.
Moreover, all of Li Chengfeng's fist forces were integrated, forming an indescribable terrifying power that made people tremble and feel awe.
The gathered power erupted, but was locked by the fist forces, and did not immediately explode, but surged towards the front.
That huge fist shadow kept bulging, quickly bulging from the size of a fist to the size of ten feet, and then slammed down fiercely with irresistible momentum.
At this moment, the entire world seemed to be shocked by this force, and all living beings trembled in the face of this power.
The Ancient Demon Clan Chief Mu Teng's deafening roar seemed to cross the shackles of time and echo in the vast sky.
“Unleash my Ancient Demon Clan's strongest divine power—Ancient Will Great Demon Fist!”
This Great Demon Fist was created by the tenacious Ancient Demon ancestors with ancient will. Each punch contained the ancient desolation and immortality.
As the clan chief threw a punch, the void behind him seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force, and an ancient and majestic phantom slowly condensed.
That was an Ancient Demon who stood on the earth and carried the stars on his back, coming slowly. Every step seemed to be on the long river of time, his aura overwhelming.
His eyes were like torches, looking directly at the sky, and he let out a earth-shaking roar.
This roar, like the call of the ancient wilderness, stirred the clouds and winds of the entire sky, and the world changed color.
However, facing this punch that condensed the supreme will of the Ancient Demon Clan, even the creator of the Ancient Demon phantom felt a palpitation that was difficult to describe.
But the phantom was, after all, a phantom. It was not made of flesh and blood, but an extension of the Ancient Demon Clan Chief Mu Teng's will.