Sky Demon Hsoi

Chapter 4: Sky Demon—Hsi Wu

"Oh no!"

Bibi Dong looked down in a panic, patting her body to see where she had been injured, yet after a thorough check, nothing had happened.

But soon, the words coming from behind her plunged her back into an icy cellar.

"Bibi Dong, twin spirits, innate full soul power, inheritor of the Rakshasa God, former Saintess of Spirit Hall, current Pope, born forty years ago in Spider Village, Star City, Heaven Dou Empire, loves Yu Xiaogang, twenty years ago in this secret chamber by Qian Xunji..."

"Enough!"

Bibi Dong clutched her head in agony, turned around, and roared, "What exactly do you want!"

She regretted awakening the thing before her; it had forced her to relive those painful memories all over again.

"Servant, you are bold, but This Seat will not hold it against you, for you shall pay the price for your insolence!"

An angry voice enveloped Bibi Dong. She felt as if a giant hand had seized her throat, making it impossible to breathe.

Fear spread throughout her body, and she found herself unable to move.

Am I going to die? Impossible, I haven't become a god yet, I haven't taken revenge on that bastard!

Regret suddenly welled up in Bibi Dong's heart. She still had so many things left undone; she did not want to die here.

Yet, she could not shake off the stiffness of her body.

Endless despair slowly filled her eyes.

However, just as she was on the verge of total despair, she suddenly heard a burst of wild laughter, and the strange sensation on her body vanished completely, causing her to collapse limply to the floor.

"Hahaha, I feel it! The aura of the old era—it is here, it is now!"

The dragon eyes of the sculpture flashed with high-frequency red light, his tone filled with immense excitement.

It was not that he did not want to continue, but his divine power was stretched thin!

Besides, he intended to use such divine power on the Chronicle of Ages; using it to intimidate Bibi Dong felt like a luxury.

"Cough—cough—"

Bibi Dong lay on the ground, gasping for air, grateful that she had narrowly escaped with her life.

Meanwhile, in the outside world.

A black dot suddenly appeared in the clear sky.

"What is that?"

At the gate, a guard knight pointed at the sky in shock, signaling for the others to look.

"Oh no, an intruder! Report this to the Commander immediately."

"Hurry, hurry!"

The knight hurriedly struck the alarm bell, the massive tolling sound spreading in all directions.

In the Pope Palace, a golden-haired old man frowned solemnly as he looked out the window.

How could a hundred-thousand-year soul beast dare to intrude upon Spirit Hall?

Was it tired of living? Or was there some conspiracy afoot?

The old man was none other than the only peerless Douluo remaining in the world—Qian Daoliu.

However, he only pondered for a moment before dismissing the matter. After all, he had completely washed his hands of Spirit Hall, leaving it all to that woman.

Let that woman deal with it!

Qian Daoliu waved his hand, closing the twenty-eight windows of his bedroom, indifferent to the affairs of the world.

In the secret chamber, Bibi Dong stood straight beside the statue, looking like a serving attendant, yet still filled with a proud spirit.

Shendu naturally knew it was impossible to make her truly submit, but he only needed to make use of her.

"Bibi Dong, since the old era has descended, This Seat will credit you for your contribution! As for your previous insolence, This Seat shall pursue it no further!"

"However, there must not be a next time!"

Shendu threatened her imperiously.

"Yes!" Bibi Dong hesitated for a moment before nodding slightly.

The current situation was stronger than the person; this thing seemed absurdly powerful, so enduring it for now would do no harm. Besides, she had been able to endure Qian Xunji for ten years; she was used to it.

However, her eyelashes fluttered as she suddenly thought of something. This fellow had just said he felt the aura of the old era—what did that mean?

Thinking of this, she could not help but ask.

"My, My Lord..."

"Call me Shendu!"

"Very well, Shendu. You just mentioned feeling the aura of the old era; what does that refer to?"

"Heh, that would naturally be my good brother. He has also awakened, right above this land!" Shendu let out a few cold snorts as he spoke.

"A good brother?"

Bibi Dong was greatly shocked upon hearing this.

Could the one Shendu called brother be one of the other Eight Demons?

"Shendu, might I ask which lord is currently in the sky?" She suppressed her shock and asked again.

"The Sky Demon—Hsi Wu!"

"The Sky... Demon?"

Bibi Dong froze in place, the words she had previously seen in the diary echoing in her mind.

Someone obtained the power of the Sky Demon beneath Kunlun Mountain and achieved the status of the Angel God!

In the sky, a black pterosaur with a round head curiously surveyed the scene below.

Chaotic knights shuttled back and forth; some looked toward the sky with worry, fearing that Spirit Hall might be attacked and that weaklings like them would be caught in the crossfire.

Below, two figures actually flew directly into the sky, charging toward him.

"Interesting!"

Hsi Wu smiled slightly, spread his wings, and soared effortlessly into the firmament. He wanted to see how high these bugs could fly.

Having been sealed for so long, he was finally free and could play to his heart's content!

"Damnable!"

Below, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan's expression was unsightly. "To dare provoke Spirit Hall, you are simply courting death!"

His golden hair whipped against his face, making him even more irritable, yet he kept his body straight as he flew upward.

"Be careful, old chrysanthemum. After all, it is a hundred-thousand-year soul beast!"

Beside him, a mass of ghost mist enveloped Ghost Douluo Ghost, obscuring his appearance.

"As if I needed you to tell me that, you stinking old ghost!"

Hmph, Yue Guan surged upward, leaving Ghost behind.

This old chrysanthemum!

Ghost frowned slightly and had to increase his speed to keep up, his movements appearing somewhat more relaxed.

A few breaths later, the three had flown into the clouds ten thousand meters high, with a vast expanse of clouds beneath their feet.

Yue Guan stopped to gasp for air; he felt this was his limit. If he flew any higher, he would be unable to maintain his combat strength.

"Let's go back!" Ghost said calmly.

He did not pursue further, knowing that even if he did, he would be no match for the opponent.

"Damnable!" Yue Guan's face was full of anger, feeling incredibly stifled.

"Is this a hundred-thousand-year soul beast? Why does it feel even more cunning than a human!" He couldn't help but complain.

But no matter how much he complained, there was nothing to be done. They couldn't handle the opponent and had to return to fetch reinforcements.

As they spoke, the two prepared to turn back.

Above, Hsi Wu, who had been flying, stopped and looked back to see them leaving, feeling a sudden sense of disappointment.

"Is that as far as it goes?"

He hadn't had his fill of fun yet!

"Then, the hunting game... begins!"

Hsi Wu's lips curled upward, his wings beat violently, and he dove downward like a sonic boom.

"BOOM—"

The massive sound startled Yue Guan and Ghost, causing them to look back.

"Watch out! That guy is charging over!"

"I know that!"

The two hurriedly stopped their momentum, wanting to react, but the opponent's speed made their hearts skip a beat.

"Ninth Soul Skill, Chrysanthemum Remnant, Flowers Fall and People... holy crap, so fast!"

Yue Guan's pupils constricted as a mocking, giant face flashed before his eyes.

It's over! We've hit a brick wall this time.