CHAPTER 591: CHAPTER 134 ANCESTOR OF TEN THOUSAND DEMONS

Prince Sangla, his mouth still spilling fresh blood, finally understood the whole story.

But he still feigned innocence and said, "I... I don’t know what you’re talking about!"

A cold glint flashed in Yang Jian’s eyes as he lifted his foot and kicked again.

"Boom!"

This kick was even more vicious than before, the same person at the same spot, just as pitiful.

However, this time it seemed to ignite a rebellious spirit in Prince Sangla, who took out a milky white small bottle from his pocket, hurriedly unscrewed the cap, and poured the liquid from the bottle into his mouth.

"Whizz!"

A series of white mist spread from his body and in an instant, his injuries were mostly healed.

Li Qingquan and Long Xuhu looked at each other and said in unison, "Life Source Liquid!"

"Master, should we go help Lord Yang Jian?" At this time, Ga She peeked out from behind the two and, seeing Prince Sangla fully recovered, said to Yin Xi.

Yin Xi shook his head slightly and said, "No need. Without that Holy Level Mecha, that little bat is just a Quasi-Saint. And having just recovered from his injuries, he can at most exert half of his strength. Yang Jian is more than capable of handling it!"

"You damn native! I could bear with Li Qingming hitting me, but you, a mere Quasi-Saint, dare to punch and kick me too! Unbearable!" Prince Sangla was furious like never before, as no one had ever dared to beat him like this, and what’s worse, the native in front of him was clearly of a lower cultivation.

"Sangla, the old bat, now tell me whose eyes are those outside, and I might spare you! Don’t regret it later!" Yang Jian’s eyes were flashing with cold light, his voice chilling.

"I’ll kill you!" Sangla coldly shouted, pulling out his staff, from which a small purple dragon burst forth, three zhang in length, soaring and roaring as it charged at Yang Jian.

"Clang!"

Yang Jian stood firm, effortlessly summoning the Ruyi Jingu Bang to meet the attack.

The purple dragon, baring its fangs and claws, was dispersed by Yang Jian’s strike, turning into a ray of light that dissipated in midair.

"Such precise control!" Yin Xi was amazed at the sight. A Late Quasi-Saint dragon was scattered by a single blow from Yang Jian, which seemed simple, but was actually Yang Jian converting a trace of Spatial Law Power into a gravity field, making it look so effortless.

Such a technique was beyond the capabilities of an ordinary person.

"Sangla, the old bat, you asked for this, don’t blame me for being ruthless!" Yang Jian’s eyes flickered like lightning, the iron rod in his hand whirling like the wind, filled with a sense of power, striking at Sangla.

The Ruyi Jingu Bang emitted a blinding golden light, which turned into myriad streaks of Sword Qi, slashing fiercely in every direction, sharp and unstoppable.

Sangla was shocked, his staff lifting lightly, instantly transforming into a ribbon, shaking continuously against the oncoming sword lights and finally dissipating them.

However, the sword lights vanished, but his staff that had turned into a ribbon was now riddled with holes and destroyed beyond recognition. The staff was connected to Sangla’s Source Bat in mind and spirit, thus the destruction also greatly damaged his Primordial Energy.

"Humph! Let’s see how you recover this time." Yang Jian snorted coldly and pursued closely. The big iron rod in his hand seemed to have a mind of its own, transforming into a huge foot about three zhang long and kicked out.

"Bang!"

As Yang Jian’s voice fell, the golden foot had already sent Sangla flying again.

Prince Sangla, who was kicked flying for the third time, had his physical body completely dismantled, with both arms and legs twisted in unnatural directions, completely broken. He had utterly lost the ability to resist.

Yang Jian retracted the Ruyi Jingu Bang, stepped forward, and planted his foot on Sangla, saying, "Old bat, my master regards you as an ant, and so can I!"

"Ah..." Sangla screamed wildly, struggling violently, with tears in the corners of his eyes and blood trickling down, stinging the eyes.

"Your Highness!"

"Your Highness!"

Eliza and the others were all ashen-faced, devoid of any spirit.

"Hmph! So, will you talk, or will you not?" Yang Jian gave a fierce glance at the groveling Eliza and the others, turning his gaze back to Prince Sangla.

Looking at the undisguised intent to kill in Yang Jian’s eyes, and with not a trace of Primordial Power left in his paralyzed body, Prince Sangla had every reason to believe that if he did not spit out a word, he would die a terribly tragic death the next second.

"The teacher’s a freak, and the disciple’s even more so!" A nearly sobbing Prince Sangla coughed heavily and said, "The owner of those eyes outside is the Creator of the Realm of Ten Thousand Demons, and the deserving number one person in the entire Central Heaven World, Ancestor of Ten Thousand Demons!"

"What!"

Everyone, including Yin Xi and Xuan Tian, exclaimed in unison.

"How is that possible?" Li Qingquan exclaimed in shock, "We’ve traversed so many Central Heaven Worlds, and nearly every creator of these worlds has fallen. How could this Ancestor of Ten Thousand Demons still be alive?"

"Hmph, that’s because you’re ignorant!" A sneering Sangla said, "The creators of the Central Heaven Worlds either died from going insane trying to break through their boundaries; or were slain by Pangu during the opening of the Great Thousand World; or died in the countless years of battles at Wanling Pass. And this Ancestor of Ten Thousand Demons is precisely the only one among them who managed to break through to a Half-step Heavenly Dao in these years! You’re finished, you’re about to be finished! Hahaha..."

"Fuck your mother!" Long Xuhu, enraged, slapped Sangla across the face, and at the same time, he mobilized his True Yuan, sealing Sangla’s Source Bat within his body, preventing the possibility of the bat escaping.

"I’ll teach you to blabber!" Long Xuhu dusted his hands, muttering under his breath.

"What now? What should we do?" Xuan Tian’s expression changed unpredictably, and after a long while, he said to Yin Xi, "Fellow Daoist! This Ancestor of Ten Thousand Demons comes bearing a fierce momentum; it seems difficult for us to escape this calamity!"

Yin Xi stroked his beard, pondering for a moment, "If it’s his True Body that has come, certainly, there’s no way to hide. But what if it’s just an incarnation?"

"Right, why would this Ancestor of Ten Thousand Demons come here out of the blue?" Suddenly, Shakyamuni thought of a key question, "This is the Raymond Technology World, and the distance from the Realm of Ten Thousand Demons is not just a mere light-year or two!"

Seized by fear from that terrifying aura, everyone regained their senses and thought, "Yeah! He wouldn’t come here for no reason, would he? Anything out of the ordinary must be the work of a demon!"

Long Xuhu squatted down again and delivered a slap to Prince Sangla, saying, "Speak up. Why would he come here?"

Unable to die or escape, Sangla had no choice but to capitulate.

...

Outer space, a small asteroid tens of miles away.

Ricky stared fearfully at the starry sky for a long time, letting out a sigh, "It’s him, he’s come!"

Li Qingming frowned and asked, "Who?"

Ricky, with a grave expression, said, "The Realm Master of the Realm of Ten Thousand Demons, and also the creator, Ancestor of Ten Thousand Demons!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)