"Truly a disgrace to the demon race!" A demon king with golden horns atop his head stared in the direction the Poison Bat Demon King had fled, his face full of contempt.
Another demon king with silver horns atop his head said in a deep voice, "I'll go test that human brat and see just how strong he really is."
The Golden Horn Demon King said, "Be careful. That brat is no simple matter. Don't let your boat capsize in the gutter."
The Silver Horn Demon King unleashed his Demon Body True Form, transforming into a silver-horned giant over sixty meters tall. With a lift of his hand, he hoisted a mountain several hundred meters high and hurled it at Ning Xiaochuan.
Boom!
Ning Xiaochuan had just split the mountain apart with a single sword strike when the Silver Horn Demon King's enormous fist shot out from behind it, carrying a howling gale as it struck Ning Xiaochuan.
"Haha! After taking a punch from this king, why haven't you immediately... uh... How is this possible?"
The smile on the Silver Horn Demon King's face stiffened. An intense pain came from his fist, as though he had punched a nail.
The Silver Horn Demon King possessed cultivation at the True Person Second Level. His strength was powerful enough to shatter mountains and rivers and split the earth apart, yet his huge fist had actually been caught by Ning Xiaochuan.
In the Silver Horn Demon King's eyes, Ning Xiaochuan's body was no bigger than an ant.
How could he possess such terrifying physical strength?
Ning Xiaochuan stood steadily where he was, while the Silver Horn Demon King staggered back nine great steps before finally stabilizing himself. Panting heavily, he stared at Ning Xiaochuan, his gaze turning solemn.
He said, "Good brat, you