Peerless Donkey Demon Lord

"Smash the River Demon's temple."

"Smash the River Demon's temple."

"Let's go there now."

"Everyone go now, we absolutely cannot let those guys escape."

After hearing the village elders' instructions, the villagers became enraged, as if the anger they had held for years had finally ignited, waiting for such an opportunity to be released.

Sun Tieshan was the first to pick up a torch and light it at the bonfire in front of the ancestral hall of Shiqiao Village, then turned to look at everyone.

"We must make those beasts who eat human flesh and drink human blood pay."

"That's right, the River Demon is dead, the Spirit Medium is dead, and these bastards who helped them cannot escape either." The second person lit their torch and stood beside Sun Tieshan.

"You think it's over just like that? Absolutely not. I must avenge my child's death." One after another, people stepped forward.

Hundreds of torches were raised, forming a mighty procession heading towards Ping'an Township.

Ping'an Township would no longer be peaceful tonight.

The prestige built by the Spirit Medium over generations, over decades, was no match for Gao Xian's influence in a single day.

During the day, the Daoist had effortlessly destroyed the mountain of faith in the River God Temple, and at night, he had erected the mountain of Great Immortal Kongchen in people's hearts.

In Ping'an Township at night, only a dragon of torches could be seen, winding from all directions, sealing off all the mountain paths leading to where the River God Temple was located.

Even in Ping'an Township, the former stronghold of the River God Temple and the place of its most devout followers, people now defected and joined the crowd, leading the way.

The deeds of the past had finally brought their retribution.

Inside the River God Temple, all the temple keepers, disciples, and servants were in a panic, even more helpless than when they learned of the River God's death in the afternoon, because then they still had some confidence and harbored a glimmer of hope.

Since that person had spared them, they shouldn't be coming to deal with them immediately.

As long as they could stall for a day, the Divine Cult Headquarters in the city would send reinforcements, and they were convinced they could handle the current situation.

After all, their Divine Cult had more than just one River God.

However, they hadn't expected the River God Temple to be surrounded that very night.

"Why are they here at night?" an old man wearing a temple keeper's robe exclaimed, hopping with anxiety as he looked at the dragon of torches below the mountain.

"What should we do? The messenger sent to the city left this afternoon." A disciple in black stood before the mountain gate of the River God Temple, looking at the scene below, the sheer number of people making their hearts pound.

The same was true for the other disciples in black, especially those who had participated in the River God's sacrifice that afternoon.

The sight of the Daoist, who had leaped across the great river while the River God Lord was crossing, and with the power of thunder, had crushed the Spirit Medium, his condescending gaze had completely shattered their courage. The memory of it was still vivid.

"What are you afraid of? They're just a bunch of peasants. Have all your martial arts training gone to the dogs? Are you all going to chicken out now after bragging so much?"

"They're just farmers and fishermen with hoes, everyone calm down. The Divine Cult Headquarters will definitely send people to rescue us tomorrow." With a torrent of scolding, the old temple keeper forcibly calmed their nerves.

"What if... what if the Daoist who killed the River God comes?" a disciple voiced the thoughts of the others.

The air fell silent.

The noisy shouts from outside grew louder, and the sound of footsteps increased. Even through the towering courtyard walls, the intense firelight could be seen.

Inside the River God Temple, nearly a hundred people, armed with swords, stood ready within the temple grounds, a battle seemingly inevitable.

The people in the River God Temple, while not taking the villagers seriously, were filled with dread that the Daoist who killed the River God might appear, their palms sweating as they gripped their swords.

Through the half-closed door, they stared intently at the commotion outside.

Then, the few disciples in black standing at the front heard the noisy sounds outside gradually quiet down. The villagers of the surrounding ten-mile radius, visible in their sight, were cheering excitedly, as if welcoming some important figure.

"They're here, the guy who killed the River God is really here." Several disciples in black standing at the front suddenly felt their mouths go dry, their panicked gazes turned to the people behind them, spreading their fear to everyone.

"Dada-da-da!"

"Dada-da-da!"

With the sound of hooves on stone slabs, a donkey with a shiny coat appeared at the top of the stairs, directly in front of them.

"?" All the disciples were filled with confusion.

"Why is it a donkey?" The old temple keeper, who had been watching the outside, was also astonished, his eyes searching around as if looking for another figure.

The donkey raised its head high, walked forward slowly, and then suddenly stopped.

"Gagagagaga!"

"It's my turn to slay demons and exterminate devils today, Donkey Guardian General."

"Mortals, all of you, kneel before this Guardian Deity."

The donkey actually spoke human language, laughing and cackling like a person, sending chills down one's spine – a fear of the unknown and of demons.

The final word, "kneel," echoed throughout the River God Temple as it was roared out.

The Donkey Guardian General lowered its head, its eyes fixed on the River God Temple, and in the darkness, its eyes blazed with blood-red light, as if it had locked onto everyone inside the temple.

"What kind of monster is this?" Before they could even be shocked and flee, they saw the intense firelight illuminate the mountaintop.

"Boom!"

The Fire Dragon directly blasted open the main gate and charged into the River God Temple, resulting in a deafening explosion.

A violent blast wave spread outwards, instantly turning countless people into charred corpses.

This ferocious god was far less considerate than Gao Xian when it came to taking action. Apart from the supreme God Lord Gao Xian's unchallengeable command, it was utterly arrogant and dismissive of others.

Without Gao Xian's restraint, this creature would be a demon exuding monstrous might, utterly unconcerned with the lives of mortals.

The Donkey Guardian General strode through the temple gate, now a pile of rubble, and entered the River God Temple.

The raging fires burning all around instantly subsided, as if obeying its command.

Moans and groans filled the ground. The Donkey Guardian General stood at the entrance. The closest disciple in black, barely clinging to life, still fearfully retreated, desperately trying to distance himself from this ferocious god, this monstrous donkey.

"De... de... demon..." Before he could finish speaking, the black-clothed disciple breathed his last.

A wild laugh spread across the donkey's face, its mouth splitting open to reveal bone-white teeth.

"Kneel!"

"Kneel... kneel... kneel..." The echo surged out like a gale, leaving people dizzy and disoriented.

Everyone who could still get up, no matter how grievously injured, fell to their knees facing the donkey, as if welcoming a supreme deity.

No one dared to utter another word.

Walking to the center of the crowd, the donkey kicked aside two insignificant obstacles blocking its path with its hind legs and stood before the old temple keeper.

Its scarlet gaze descended, looking down at the trembling old man who was practically bowing into the earth.

"Mortal, you are truly fortunate for three lifetimes."

"The Great Immortal wishes to see you."