The three great Dog Demons had been ordered down the mountain to search for Xiao Chen. Catching a faint scent of blood, they immediately crept over. Their joy knew no bounds when they found him, and they were about to strike—but who could have expected Xiao Chen to be as savage as a demon, slaughtering three Sixth-Realm Martial Kings with a few casual moves?
The three demons stood rooted to the spot in terror, at a loss.
"Still going in?"
"Like hell we are! Didn't you see that brat killing kings like chickens?"
"Then we retreat?"
"Retreat!"
The three Dog Demons slipped away, planning to return to the mountain and gather reinforcements.
"The Yin Spirit Scythe is vicious, all right, but it drains too much spiritual sense. Just two slashes, and I'm already feeling dizzy! Looks like I need to break through to the Sixth Realm as soon as possible!"
Xiao Chen put away the black-and-white Mystic Armament and pressed a hand to his forehead.
He now possessed an inexhaustible array of Divine Abilities and spells. Any one he casually unleashed could astonish the world.
Yet the stronger the Divine Ability, the greater its cost.
His cultivation was still low; he simply could not sustain that vast arsenal of arts.
After finishing off the three men, Xiao Chen expertly searched their bodies. As expected, they were rather poor. Aside from their personal Spiritual Weapons and a few pills, they had nothing else.
Competition in Demon Heaven was fierce. Whatever cultivation resources its disciples acquired, they spent on improving their strength.
In times like these, no one had any grain to spare.
"Calamity Hound, Shusi, Jade Dragon, Tian Wu. Blood-Sea Star Sinking, true intent forms of itself. Young brother, the Martial God's Power is already very close to you!"
Xiao Chen