"Demon, you're courting death!"
Zhou Nanwang's tone brimmed with fury. Looking around, he saw devastation everywhere; before he had even taken office, the losses were already grievous.
The Demon Race had given him a show of force right from the start. If he did not strike back in time, he, the Prefecture Governor, was destined to become a laughingstock.
Although the Mang Demon had swallowed several thousand people and bitten away nearly half of Zhou Mukong's body, Zhou Nanwang's slap sent its upper and lower jaws crashing together, leaving its head buzzing.
When an Earth Sect cultivator raged, how could it be anything ordinary?
"Infinite Rivers and Mountains Chain Tribulation!"
Zhou Nanwang pointed with two fingers, his movement light and unhurried, yet the space between his fingertips contained terrifying power.
In an instant, the area of space where the Mang Demon stood was severed, wrapped up, and isolated, becoming a separate world from everyone present.
Zhou You and the others could now watch from across the mountains as the Mang Demon dealt with Zhou Nanwang's killing move!
"Want to kill me? Dream on!"
Driven into a corner, the Mang Demon immediately revealed its "true colors," howling as it sprang up and down on the spot.
The thick fur on its forehead parted like ocean waves, its flesh split open, and a branch-like... horn suddenly grew out.
When a dog's head grew horns, it sought to transform into a dragon—such was a demon!
The ambiguous "dragon horn" on the Mang Demon's forehead was precisely its greatest trump card: its natal demon crown!
This showed that under Zhou Nanwang's pressure, it had no choice but to fight for its life.
Zhou Nanwang's two fingers descended, as though he were pinching a chess piece from the void and setting it down upon heaven