Chapter 218
The Huayang King's eyes flashed with terror, his arm muscles bulged, and his already tall stature of over two meters seemed to grow even larger.
Galakala...
The Divine Bow was actually lifted by his hands, creating a gap of about an inch!
Everyone was astonished. Could he really lift the Divine Bow?!
Mithila Kingdom was so shocked that he rose from his seat.
Only the "Huayang King" himself knew the terrifying weight he was facing at that moment.
If it was originally just the weight of a mountain, then after he lifted it by an inch, the weight increased endlessly, almost as if he were lifting the entire earth!
To outsiders, he appeared incredibly dashing, but in reality, he had given it his all.
Unless... their true nature is revealed.
But what if revealing one's true nature still fails to bring about any success?
No, reveal your true form, and you can at least kill everyone present! Then destroy the Divine Bow!
If he cannot lift the Divine Bow, he at least cannot allow "Rama," who is destined to kill him, to lift Divine Bow.
With his mind made up, the "Huayang King" roared and shook his head against the raging wind.
In the blink of an eye, his body swelled to over six meters tall. His skin also changed from pale to bluish-black.
Sharp fangs pierced his lips, and dark horns grew from his forehead.
The most terrifying thing was the ten heads on his head that looked like pagodas or layers of hair buns stacked on top of each other!
A crown, resembling a shattered crystal, encircles the skull pagoda and rotates at a steady pace.
His friends stared wide-eyed in fury.
What a load of bull Huayang King... He's nothing but the Ravana!
"My Immortal Zhongyou, it's been a long time!"
Ravana laughed heartily, "I suppose that little boy beside you is the 'Prince Rama' destined to kill me?"
He laughed wildly and raised the Divine Bow again by more than ten centimeters!
With this action, the capital of the Mithila Kingdom began to shake violently, and the Kshatriya Brahmin scattered and fled.
However, before Ravana could say anything, everything suddenly went black before his eyes.
Hanuman, wielding an iron rod, slammed it down with a fierce roar!
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At that very moment Ravana was holding the Divine Bow and was unable to dodge or retaliate.
"Guwa!!!"
Ravana was sent flying backwards in an instant, blood gushing from his mouth and nose. His imposing figure was almost split in two by the iron rod!
The Divine Bow fell suddenly from his hands, landing silently without a second tremor.
"Pah! I can't believe I didn't kill you with one blow!"
Hanuman looked fierce.
The monkeys of the wilderness knew about the dangers of Rakshasa Ghoul much earlier than humans in the mortal world.
The two had already engaged in a long struggle in the wilderness.
So the moment Hanuman confirmed Ravana's identity, he swung his staff with all his might, thinking he could kill him instantly.
But he's still alive?
"Hahaha, hahahahaha..."
Amidst the smoke and dust of the ruins, Ravana's laughter echoed, "What a vicious blow! But do I know you?"
Ravana, covered in wounds, slowly stood up. He released his grip and casually tossed aside the two blood-drained Kshatriya corpses.
"Let me tell you, that blow you just delivered could have killed me twenty times over. But I just won't die by your hand."
Ravana stretched out his fingers with joy, his sharp nails digging into his temples, and let out a wild howl of ecstasy.
"Why? Haha! I'm so happy right now!"
He pointed at the Immortal Zhongyou, whose faces were dark and furious. "All of this is a gift from the immortals. They were the ones who made me the Demon King, and they made a vow to kill me but failed to do so!"
"Therefore, the oath has been distorted!"
"Under this crown, only the Immortal Zhongyou's and Prince Rama can kill me!"
Ravana raised his arms. "I am truly immortal, indestructible, and possess the power of an unparalleled Demon King!"
"I cannot wield the Divine Bow, and you cannot kill me... So now, it is my turn to kill you!"
Chapter 285 Trapped Beast, Conspiracy, Fate.
"The Demon King mistook the Gouwei for Rama!"
The Immortal Zhongyou' hair and beards stood on end, and beneath their furious faces, their thoughts raced like lightning.
In that instant, he reached out and pressed down on Sita's shoulder. "Don't expose yourself."
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Sita was about to pull out the Golden Ring, intending to join forces with his senior brother to kill Ravana ten times over.
"The Demon King's oath hinges on destiny."
The voices of the Immortal Zhongyou echoed in Sita's ears, "You have not yet taken up the Mahadeva Shiva Divine Bow, you have not yet inherited the mandate of Rama, and you have no way to truly kill the Demon King."
Sita's gaze followed the directions of the Immortal Zhongyou and fell upon the Divine Bow lying on the ground amidst the smoke and dust.
She still wondered why she couldn't just charge forward and raise that Divine Bow in a straightforward manner.
However, over the past few months, the Immortal Zhongyou have gained their trust.
Furthermore, Sita's spirituality is issuing frantic warnings.
She exhaled, temporarily suppressing the murderous intent in her heart.
Ravana naturally saw the actions of the Immortal Zhongyou, but he didn't care.
"What? Immortal Zhongyou, you actually brought such a beautiful young lady with you. Is it because you want to use this opportunity to reconcile with me?"
Ravana was beaten so badly by Hanuman that he was covered in blood, and in that short time, he almost died three more times.
But he just wouldn't truly die. Every time Hanuman beat him to his knees, he would always return like lightning by eating people.
He still believed that the Gouwei was Rama, and that Sita —a woman—could never be Rama.
In the next instant, Ravana raised his hands.
The eyes on all ten heads snapped open, staring at Hanuman who was about to swing his club again.
The monkey felt a chill run through its body, instantly activated Hebe's Blessing, and vanished!
They run fast!
Shock was evident in the eyes of the Ravana.
But to be honest, it was as if he never cared about Hanuman's attacks on him.
Hanuman withdrew from the battlefield at this moment, Ravana did not pursue him relentlessly.
He opened his arms as if to embrace the whole world.
As the Demon King moved, the black crown on his head began to accelerate silently.
An invisible pressure descended from the sky in an instant!
"Cough!"
Immortal Zhongyou were instantly forced to kneel on one knee.
This is not just mental suppression, but a call from the depths of one's bloodline.
This is also a blessing, the great power of the Demon King Crown.
If it weren't for the cane supporting him, he would have already prostrated himself like the surviving Kshatriya.
Of those present, Sita, blessed by Hebe, was the only one immune to this oppression.
However, being able to suppress it does not mean being able to kill Ravana, so at the suggestion of the Immortal Zhongyou, she also knelt down.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Ravana laughed wildly, "How are you feeling? Great Immortal Friends! Didn't you claim you were going to kill me?"
The Demon King cast a pitying glance at him. "But what can you possibly do? That 'Rama' beside you doesn't seem to have the courage to pick up the Divine Bow either!"
With a wave of his hand, Ravana instantly removed the heavy pressure that had been pressing down on the Immortal Zhongyou.
Rain was falling softly from the sky, but unusually, the raindrops remained suspended in mid-air, neither falling to the ground nor flowing backward.
Ravana beckoned to the Immortal Zhongyou: "Come, sages. I'll give you the chance to fulfill your vow... Come, kill me."
In that instant, the Immortal Zhongyou thought of many things.
The situation is changing too fast, and there are too many doubts.
For example, why is Ravana here? And why hasn't Hanuman reappeared after withdrawing from the battlefield?
But there's no time to think about that now.
Rama.
His gaze was fixed on Ravana, but his voice rang in Sita's ears, "Later, Gouwei and I will try our best to break out of the city. Ravana will definitely chase after us to the outskirts of the city... When that time comes, you should pick up Shiva's Divine Bow and reclaim your destiny."
"Gouwei."
The Immortal Zhongyou turned to look at the boy beside him who was holding the water bottle, "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry..."
"Father, do not blame yourself. My fate was to die in the sacrificial fire, but you saved me and taught me so much knowledge."
Gouwei clung tightly to the fairy's water jug. "Whatever it takes, I am determined to follow you."
"Alright then."
The Immortal Zhongyou stretched out their hands and swayed them in the wind.
A bluish-white blade extended from the head of the staff.
At this moment, it is no longer a cane, but a spear.
"Bring it on, Ravana!"
The Immortal Zhongyou with a grim face, "Today is your death day."
"Is that so?"
The Demon King raised an eyebrow.
In the next instant, Ravana's massive body was already inches away, and he casually swung his arm down on his head.
The Immortal Zhongyou neither dodged nor evaded, but thrust their spears straight upwards!
Pfft.
The spear's sharp edge pierced the Demon King's arm, splitting half of his arm vertically in two.
Ravana laughed fiercely.
He also felt that sense of threat hanging over his head, even if it was just as insignificant as a tiny needle...
Ravana, given the right circumstances, even this tiny needle could kill him.
Even after becoming the Demon King and establishing the Lanka Island, this distant sense of threat remained constant.
But now I am facing this fear head-on and I will conquer it completely!
"It's no use, immortal. Your power is far less than before!"
Ravana laughed wildly, "Is it because you lost an arm that you can't aim at my heart; or is it because you've avenged your great grudge that you've lost the decisive killing intent you once had?"
"Where is your curse? Why don't you cast it on me?!"