Nowhere Near Enough to Eat

"Why are you just sitting there? Dig in!"

"Eat!"

An hour later, in Bear King's Cave, Qin He sat in the seat of honor. Fine wine and rare fruits covered the table, along with four plump bear paws stewing in a pot.

Every kind of spice had been added, and the aroma was intoxicating.

Below him sat a vast crowd of Brown Bear Ridge's great and lesser demons, lined up in neat rows.

Originally, the seat of honor belonged solely to the Bear Demon King. No great or lesser demon dared covet it. Even looking at it too long might provoke the Bear Demon King's wrath.

In Brown Bear Ridge, the Bear Demon King possessed absolute strength and status. He was the unchanging chief of Brown Bear Ridge for ten thousand years. Beneath him were eight chieftains whose strength ranked just below his, but while the camp remained ironclad, the soldiers came and went—they changed often.

Now, the Bear Demon King of absolute strength had been hacked into countless pieces and laid before the gathered demons as food.

Only two words remained in the hearts of the great and lesser demons: fear.

Still dazed, they had returned to the cave, watched helplessly as it was sealed shut, then watched helplessly as the resisting Bear Demon King was smashed into four pieces by the human before them with a single shovel strike.

The Ninth Chieftain had refused to accept it and attempted a sneak attack, only to be turned into a porcupine by more than a dozen Rusted Iron Nails flicked from this man's hand.

The deadliest nail had pierced straight through the Ninth Chieftain's Constant Gold Heart Mirror.

Constant Gold was a material even harder than Beast Crystal, yet it had been nailed through by a rusty iron nail.

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