The Lion King Who Feared Death... (Second Update)

Ye Chen's entire worldview had been turned upside down.

This Westwind Lion King...

He wasn't quite like people said.

If anything... he seemed a little too afraid of dying.

Ye Chen said with a strange look, "In that case, why don't you come back to Zanghai City with me and explain it yourself..."

The Westwind Lion King thought it over for a moment.

"Deal! Let's do that... But little brother, you'll have to put in a good word for me..."

Ye Chen covered his face. He didn't know what to make of this lion...

He was damn interesting.

Ye Chen released the Wood Human Technique and Wood Dragon Technique.

He also withdrew his sage energy. The instant he did,

he nearly collapsed. The Westwind Lion King reacted quickly and caught him.

The lion was dumbfounded. This kid had just been chasing down a Myriad Stars Realm fighter, and now he was collapsing?

Even the Westwind Lion King couldn't make sense of it.

Once the Westwind Lion King caught him, Ye Chen regained his bearings.

It was his first time drawing on so much sage energy, and his body couldn't quite take it.

His own cultivation wasn't strong enough yet, and neither was his physique.

After all, one reason Hashirama Senju was so powerful was his immense chakra reserves.

Chakra also strengthened the body.

Otherwise, how could Sasuke shatter stone with a casual punch even after running out of chakra?

If the body couldn't be strengthened, the shockwave from a single swing of Madara's Susanoo would have killed him.

"Hey, kid, you can't die in my arms!" the Westwind Lion King cried, his face full of worry.

Ye Chen rested a hand on the Westwind Lion King's shoulder. "I'm fine. Just overexerted myself."

The Westwind Lion King looked him over, then reluctantly shifted into his beast form.

"Get on."

Ye Chen froze, staring at the Westwind Lion King in his beast form.

He looked so majestic that Ye Chen swallowed hard.

"Are you serious?!"

"Cut the chatter. If you weren't in this state, I'd just drag you along!"

Once the Westwind Lion King confirmed it, Ye Chen grabbed hold with both hands, pushed off with his feet,

and swung himself onto the lion's back. The Westwind Lion King picked up Dong Shizhang's corpse with his right paw.

"Are you sitting tight? Don't fall off. It'd be ridiculous if a Myriad Stars Realm fighter couldn't kill you, but the fall did."

Ye Chen stroked the Westwind Lion King's fur and nodded furiously.

"Mm-hmm! I'm holding on!"

The Westwind Lion King had no words... We're not even the same species. Would you stop touching me?

Besides, I'm male!

The Westwind Lion King was incredibly fast.

The trip from the Lianhai Mountains to the city gates would have taken at least three hours, but riding the Lion King was faster than a Maglev Train.

No, what was a Maglev Train? It didn't deserve to be compared with the Westwind Lion King's speed.

"By the way, Lion King, I have a favor to ask."

Ye Chen spoke up suddenly.

"What is it?"

The Westwind Lion King slowed down, running through all sorts of possibilities in his mind.

"Don't tell them how strong I am," Ye Chen said slowly, lying against the Lion King's back.

"Why?"

The Westwind Lion King sounded puzzled.

"Have you forgotten what my talent is?"

Ye Chen sighed.

"Your talent? Wood Element? Wait?! That useless element?" The Westwind Lion King wasn't human, so it had taken him until now to realize the problem.

Ye Chen nodded helplessly. "Yeah. If my strength gets exposed now, I'll be in big trouble."

"What a freak... The next person who calls Wood Element useless will have to fight me!" the Westwind Lion King grumbled.

"Fine. It's no big deal." After complaining about how absurd Ye Chen was, the Westwind Lion King agreed readily.

"It's settled, then." Ye Chen suddenly found he couldn't bring himself to hate the Lion King before him.

His roar had caused terrible losses in the city, even killing many people.

But judging by everything he'd done, it seemed he really hadn't meant to.

Ye Chen's thoughts were a mess. Was he too softhearted?

Or did he simply lack that sense of duty toward the Human Race?

Ye Chen sighed deeply and looked down at the Lion King beneath him, conflicted.

Given how timid the fellow was, it really didn't seem likely he'd done it on purpose. If he had wanted to,

he could have done it every day. For someone in the Bright Moon Realm, letting out a roar was easy, wasn't it?

Minutes later, Ye Chen and the Westwind Lion King were already high above Zanghai No. 1 High School.

Bai Zhan was still at the school, organizing rescue efforts.

After all, Zanghai No. 1 High School had suffered the worst losses in the battle.

People had been sent to evacuate the crowd beforehand, but the fighting had covered too wide an area.

Just then, Zhang Daosheng received a phone call.

"I can't help you with this."

Then the caller hung up.

Zhang Daosheng went still, tears spilling from his eyes.

"He's gone..."

He thought Ye Chen was dead, and that was why Zhang Bingqing had said she couldn't help him.

All right, then. Here was the question: how many times had Zhang Daosheng cried today?

Outside, Bai Zhan's expression changed again. What kind of day was this?

First Dong Shizhang had come, and now the Lion King was here too!

That presence was terrifyingly sharp, far more powerful than before.

It seemed Dong Shizhang had been right. The Lion King had reached the Bright Moon Realm...

Bai Zhan looked up. The next second, his jaw dropped.

"Brother Bai!!!" Ye Chen sat on the Westwind Lion King's back, waving a hand in greeting.

"Ye-Ye-Ye... Chen!?"

Bai Zhan could barely speak. That was a Bright Moon Realm beast!

"Brother Bai, I'm back!"

As the Westwind Lion King landed, Ye Chen jumped down from his back.

"Brother Bai, I thought I'd never see you again..." Ye Chen threw his arms around Bai Zhan.

Bai Zhan didn't know where to put his hands. "I'm not dreaming, am I?"

Behind them, the Westwind Lion King was speechless. Never see him again? If I hadn't shown up, forget killing Dong Shizhang—he would've torn my home apart!

Zhang Daosheng, still immersed in grief, had just stepped outside when he froze.

Still hugging Bai Zhan, Ye Chen met Zhang Daosheng's eyes.

Zhang Daosheng rubbed his eyes, turned away, and took two steps...

Then he whipped his head back around.

"Old Zhang, I'm back," Ye Chen said with a cheeky grin.

Zhang Daosheng couldn't hold it together any longer. He strode forward.

Bai Zhan quickly pushed Ye Chen out of his arms and eyed Zhang Daosheng warily.

Ye Chen opened his arms, ready to give Zhang Daosheng a hug.

Instead, Zhang Daosheng walked up and flicked him hard on the forehead.

"Ow!" Ye Chen cried, clutching his head.

Bai Zhan patted his chest in relief. "I knew it..."

Zhang Daosheng pulled Ye Chen into a hug. "I'm glad you're back."

Ye Chen froze. "Old Zhang, could you skip hitting me next time?"

"Don't give me that. I cried enough tears over you today to last me the next few decades. What's wrong with hitting you once?!" Zhang Daosheng declared.

Ye Chen held his head, looking aggrieved. "But I'm injured..."

Zhang Daosheng immediately grew anxious. "Where are you hurt? Let me see..."

"Ahem. If you two keep this up, I'm going to be sick," the Westwind Lion King said.