Demon God Po Hun

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What Yuan Tian could not figure out was that he had no grievance or enmity with this Po Hun, so why was he hostile toward him? Was his appearance really that provoking, or were all muscle-bound men jealous of his "slender" figure? Yuan Tian could not help feeling annoyed again.

"Yes, I am a top-tier Innate Demon God." Po Hun bluntly interrupted Yuan Tian's train of thought. Those words naturally confirmed that Yuan Tian's guess had been right—he truly was a top-tier Innate Demon God.

"A top-tier Innate Demon God? Po Hun?" Hearing Po Hun's affirmative answer, Yuan Tian mulled it over inwardly. He had never heard the name Po Hun in his previous life. While that did not prove anything, it suggested two possibilities. First, Po Hun had never made a name for himself and had ultimately died. Otherwise, with his current cultivation, if he survived the Dragon-Han Tribulation, then by the era of the Lich and Demon clans, he could have endured his way into the Quasi-Sage realm no matter what. He could not possibly have remained so obscure. Second, Po Hun had secluded himself early on and never emerged—but judging by the current situation, that seemed unlikely as well. That could only mean the fellow before him had likely been killed before he ever became famous, one of those who died before achieving success.

No matter what, Yuan Tian could not let down his guard now. The other party's strength was right there before him, leaving Yuan Tian no choice but to compose himself and deal with him with all his might.

"Po Hun, may I ask why you are blocking my path?" Yuan Tian was not foolish enough to ask Po Hun why he was hostile toward him, but there was nothing wrong with asking why he had blocked his way. It was better to understand the situation first. To be honest, Yuan Tian did not wish to make an enemy of such an expert. It was not that he was afraid; there was simply no need. With too many enemies, sooner or later one would get stabbed.

"Why am I blocking you? Nothing much. This Venerable One is merely interested in your physical body." Po Hun spoke of his intentions with utter indifference, but his words gave Yuan Tian quite a fright.

Yuan Tian was indeed startled. What did he mean by "interested in your physical body"? Could this guy not only be a murderous madman, but also have that sort of preference? Damn it, one truly could not judge a man by his appearance. Who would have thought this fellow brimming with muscular power had such a hobby? Did he enjoy both men and women? But this brother did not swing that way! He only liked beautiful women, not muscle-bound men! That damned bastard—were there really no beauties left in the Primordial Wilderness, for him to develop such preferences?

"You perverted bastard, are you courting death?" Yuan Tian could not take it any longer and had to roar in fury.

"A pervert? Me? How am I a pervert?" Seeing the look of "humiliation and indignation" in Yuan Tian's eyes—yes, it should have been that sort of look—Po Hun could not help feeling puzzled. What did I do? How did that make me a pervert? Isn't this the law of the Primordial Wilderness? Isn't the Primordial Wilderness a world where the weak are prey to the strong and the fittest survive?

"You're not a pervert? You're a man, and so am I, yet you said you were 'interested in my physical body.' If that isn't perverted, then what is?"

"Heh heh, so that's it." Po Hun did not answer Yuan Tian. He merely chuckled, clearly realizing that Yuan Tian had misunderstood. But what did that matter? He had no intention of explaining himself to Yuan Tian. Why should he explain anything to him? Frightening his opponents had always been one of Po Hun's favorite pastimes. Hearing the terror in an opponent's voice at the brink of death brought him great pleasure. Though his method of frightening someone was different now, what did that matter? Po Hun cared only about the result.

"This bastard..." Yuan Tian was no fool. Seeing Po Hun's expression, he realized he had misunderstood. But Po Hun had made him lose face, and Yuan Tian would not let him off lightly.

With a whoosh, Po Hun, who had been standing before Yuan Tian, suddenly vanished. The next instant, Yuan Tian was viciously slammed to the ground.

"You actually launched a sneak attack! Do you have any dignity as a top-tier Innate Demon God?" Yuan Tian had been miserably ambushed. There was no need to say who the attacker was—it was Po Hun.

Yuan Tian was furious. He had never expected this fellow to start fighting after only a few words, and to begin with a sneak attack at that. Had it not been said that all living beings in the Primordial Wilderness cared about their reputation? How could this fellow, a top-tier Innate Demon God, be so shameless? He did not even give a warning before attacking from the shadows! Actually, Yuan Tian was not wrong. Under normal circumstances, the living beings of the Primordial Wilderness did cherish their face. But these were far from normal circumstances. This Po Hun before him clearly did not think that way.

Yuan Tian's strength was obviously close to his own, and he had already become wary of him. If they fought openly, one on one, who knew how things would end? They might both be badly wounded, or perhaps he himself might suffer grave injuries. Both were possible. Did Po Hun need to take such a huge risk for the sake of a little face?

There was no need—absolutely none. Look at how wonderful things were now. He had merely attacked without warning. Yes, without warning. This does not count as a sneak attack. I attacked openly and honestly; you simply failed to notice. See? Had the results not come out already? Was the fellow before him not injured now? What a correct decision he had made! This greatly increased his odds of victory.

Yuan Tian was enraged now. If this bastard wanted to ambush others, that was none of his business, and he had no desire to interfere. But ambushing him was unacceptable. Although the attack had not seriously injured Yuan Tian, he could not afford to lose that much face! Yuan Tian was now, no matter how one looked at it, among the top experts of the Primordial Wilderness. Yet he had actually been ambushed—and the ambush had succeeded. How humiliating was that? If word got out, how was Yuan Tian supposed to continue making his way through the Primordial Wilderness? How would he face his disciples, descendants, and countless underlings in the future?

Come now, Yuan Tian. You only have one underling, Pang Heng. Where did these countless underlings come from? As for disciples and descendants, that was even more absurd. Who knew where they were, or when he would even have them? He should put such thoughts away and properly consider how to deal with the opponent before him.

"Sneak attack? Idiot, the Primordial Wilderness has always been a world where the weak are prey to the strong and the fittest survive. What sneak attacks are there to speak of? In the Primordial Wilderness, everything is decided by the fist. Whoever has the harder fist is the boss. Brat, today I will properly teach you a lesson and let you know the laws of survival in the Primordial Wilderness, so you do not live your entire life in vain. What a pity—though even if you learn them, you likely will not need them afterward, because dead men have no need to know such things. Even if they do, they have nowhere to put them into practice! Ahahaha..." Sure enough, Po Hun utterly disdained the notion of a sneak attack, and instead took the opportunity to give Yuan Tian a harsh lecture.

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