Across the nearby peaks, countless demons looked on in horror. Originally, they had come to watch a clash of dragons and tigers, their attention focused on the Crimson Flood Dragon King and the Black Feather Tiger Lord. Not a single demon had paid Xiao Chen any heed.
It was not that their demonic eyes looked down on humans. Xiao Chen was simply too weak, his cultivation too shallow.
Within the King Realm, Mountain Lord-level Demon Kings were invincible. A mere Second-Level King Realm cultivator was no more than an ant, hardly worth mentioning.
Yet who could have imagined that Xiao Chen was actually at the Star Realm, wielding supreme power that allowed him to defy the boundaries of cultivation and fight above his realm?
Although Xiao Chen had been slightly disadvantaged in his exchange with the Crimson Flood Dragon King, he had still barely fought him to a draw. At his age and cultivation level, that was enough to astound all who witnessed it!
"This... our benefactor actually fought the Crimson Flood Dragon King to a draw?"
"Quick, punch me! I must be seeing things!"
"The Crimson Flood Dragon King probably didn't use his full strength. Otherwise, our benefactor couldn't have blocked him. But even so, this is already astonishing!"
The tortoise children and grandchildren were stunned by Xiao Chen for the umpteenth time.
"Little brother, well done! Keep hammering him!" the Black Feather Tiger Lord roared, his voice shaking mountains and rivers as excitement surged through him.
Although he intended to kill the donkey once it had finished turning the millstone—joining forces with Xiao Chen to repel the Crimson Flood Dragon King, then killing him, devouring him, and searching his soul—at that moment, his cheers were sincere.
The stronger Xiao Chen was, the greater his chances of killing the