Battle Against the Demon Kings

"You're not bad," Xuanyuan Tian said flatly.

"You're pretty mediocre yourself," Jiang Ming said with a crooked grin.

"Don't think you can link yourself to the Imperial Clan just because your surname is Jiang. The ignorant fear nothing, and always come off so arrogant!" Xuanyuan Tian snorted coldly and charged forward again.

"Hey, hey, don't be in such a hurry to fight!" Xuan Wuying stepped between them. "I think everyone should first consider what's going on in this Hundred Woods Realm. We still haven't seen a single Demon King."

"I didn't find any Demon Kings in the southern region," Xuan Wuying said first.

"None in the north either!" Zhang Wushuang said.

"None in the west!"

"None in the east!"

"None in the central region!"

More than a dozen Nascent Soul Extremity cultivators had searched nearly the entire Hundred Woods Realm, yet none had found any trace of a Demon King. This was truly abnormal.

"Fellow Daoist Jiang, what do you think is going on?" Xuan Wuying asked.

Jiang Ming raised a brow. "I don't know!"

Xuan Wuying smiled faintly. "Does anyone have any thoughts?"

Yet no one responded.

Xuan Wuying was not embarrassed and continued, "I think these Demon Kings have most likely joined forces."

Seeing everyone focus their gazes on him, Xuan Wuying continued, "Demonic beasts are different from ordinary animals. They possess intelligence. A group like us entering the Hundred Woods Realm—there's no way they wouldn't know!"

"To fight against us, they could either join forces or hide!"

"If they hid separately, with so many of us, someone would encounter them sooner or later."

"That means they most likely joined forces. Perhaps they're hiding somewhere, preparing to launch a sneak attack."

"Wouldn't joining together make them easier to find?" someone asked.

Seeing that someone had finally engaged him, Xuan Wuying's smile deepened. "That can only mean there are places in the Hundred Woods Realm we don't know about. Maybe in the sky, maybe underground, or perhaps somewhere else."

The person nodded and said nothing more.

"Then how do you think we should find them?" Xu Nuo'an asked.

Xuan Wuying waved a hand. "I'm not a god. How would I know?"

"No need to look for them. They're here." Zhuge Jinyue, who had remained silent all this time, spoke calmly, her voice graceful and melodious.

As soon as she spoke, fifteen Demon Kings flew in from the horizon, their demonic aura blanketing the heavens.

Weren't there supposed to be only four Demon Kings? The intelligence was wrong. Could there be more than one fifth-rank demonic beast too?

Jiang Ming wanted to hack apart the person who had provided the information. None of it was accurate—they had just been talking out of their ass.

There were only fourteen Tenth Layer Nascent Soul Realm cultivators present. Together with Jiang Ming, a Second Layer Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, there were exactly fifteen people.

No one present dared claim they could definitely kill a Demon King in a one-on-one fight. But they were all heaven's favored geniuses. Even if the Demon Race was naturally stronger than the human race, they still had the courage to face a Demon King alone.

"How about one each?" Xuan Wuying asked.

"No problem!" Everyone nodded in agreement.

"If you know you're no match, you can retreat first," Xuanyuan Tian mocked.

"Oh, oh, oh, then you pick two!" Jiang Ming said in a strange tone.

"Enough, stop messing around. One each!" Xu Nuo'an stepped forward to mediate. "Brother Jiang, judging from your previous attack, you should be no weaker than an ordinary Demon King. Leave that Moon-Devouring Wolf King to you. Don't stray too far from us, so we can assist when the time comes."

The Moon-Devouring Wolf King had the weakest aura among the fifteen Demon Kings.

"No problem!" Jiang Ming nodded.

In that brief span of time, the fifteen Demon Kings had already arrived above Jiang Ming and the others.

"Attack!" Xu Nuo'an shouted, and everyone selected a Demon King before engaging.

For a moment, terrifying auras erupted across the entire central region, and all humans and demonic beasts hurried away from the area.

Moon-Devouring Demon Wolves excelled in speed and wielded the Nethermoon Force, which shared the same origin as moonlight. They belonged to

Jiang Ming did not hold back either. Scarlet Feathers spread behind him, and his speed was only a hair slower than the Moon-Devouring Wolf King's.

Xu Nuo'an and Xuan Wuying, who had been watching this side all along, were inwardly shocked. The Moon-Devouring Wolf King was a Demon King-level existence, and its speed was incredibly fast. Yet Jiang Ming could barely keep up. With their discerning eyes, they could see how extraordinary that movement technique was.

They were all holy land geniuses and had come into contact with Saint Realm movement techniques, yet Jiang Ming's movement technique far surpassed any Saint Realm movement technique they had seen. An absurd thought emerged in their hearts. Could that be a Great Emperor-level movement technique?

Saint Realm movement techniques also varied in strength, just like Greater Saints and Lesser Saints. Their holy lands possessed Greater Saint movement techniques, yet even those could not compare to Jiang Ming's.

At first, they had not thought Jiang Ming was from an Imperial Clan. Now, however, the possibility seemed extremely high. Other than the Imperial Clans, no one else could possibly possess a Great Emperor-level movement technique.

Across the hundred regions of Central Province, ninety percent of Great Emperors came from Imperial Clans. Nearly all of the remaining ten percent of Great Emperor Legacies had been absorbed by the Imperial Clans. This was also why Jiang Ming had deduced the Azure Emperor Inheritance back then: the Azure Emperor had disappeared, escaping the Imperial Clans' investigation.

Of course, the greatest reason was that the Azure Emperor had been the last Great Emperor. The Imperial Clans' Great Emperors had long since departed the Heavenly Profound Realm, and there had been no Great Emperor within the Imperial Clans at the time.

It looked like Xuanyuan Tian was in for a good show after provoking Jiang Ming. Xuan Wuying secretly rejoiced. That bastard Xuanyuan Tian strutted around every day like he owned the heavens; now that he had provoked someone from an Imperial Clan, let's see what he would do!

Although the Moon-Devouring Wolf King was the weakest of the fifteen Demon Kings, Jiang Ming was still under tremendous pressure. He could barely keep up in speed, but his physical body was somewhat lacking, so he could only rely on divine abilities to circle around it.

Jiang Ming was merely stalling for time, waiting for support from the others.

At present, Zhang Wushuang, Xu Nuo'an, and another woman in flowing white robes, like a fairy maiden, were all suppressing their respective Demon Kings. Xuan Wuying, meanwhile, was fighting back and forth evenly with his opponent, explosions ringing through the air from time to time.

As for Xuanyuan Tian, by the time Jiang Ming looked over, he was already pinning that crocodile down and beating it. The crocodile Demon King had no power to fight back. It seemed this arrogant king had some real ability after all.

As though sensing Jiang Ming's gaze, Xuanyuan Tian shouted, "If you can't handle it, call out to me and I'll help you."

"Idiot!" Jiang Ming curled his lip and cursed.

"Fuck!" Xuanyuan Tian roared, punching the crocodile Demon King straight into the ground. "You brat, say that again if you've got the balls!"

"Idiot!"

"No one has ever dared insult me like that!" Xuanyuan Tian flew into a rage. A golden saber appeared in his hand. "Mad Thunder Shakes the Nine Heavens!!"

A golden blade radiance, carrying the force of golden lightning, cleaved down toward the ground.

Bang! Dust and smoke billowed, and a long, deep trench appeared in the ground. The crocodile Demon King within had long since fallen silent, its hide torn to shreds.

Jiang Ming raised a brow. This arrogant king was that easy to provoke? He got heated that easily?

After killing the Demon King, Xuanyuan Tian gripped his saber and turned toward Jiang Ming, flying over. "Say that again, motherfucker! See if I don't carve you up!"

Xuan Wuying was utterly stunned. That saber was a Saint Realm artifact, a Saint Realm artifact left behind by the Mad Thunder Saint—the Golden Thunder Saint-Breaking Saber. Mad Thunder Shakes the Nine Heavens was its corresponding divine ability.

According to legend, the Mad Thunder Saint had sacrificed blood from the Saint Realm to his saber, killing more Saints than could be counted on two hands.

All of them possessed their corresponding Saint Realm inheritances, but those were trump cards. This arrogant king had actually used his right away!