The Golden Toad Demon King Had a Rough Day

Outside the Snow Toad Palace, the Tiger Strength Demon King leaped into the air and brought his saber down on Jin Wanliang inside the palace.

Under that strike, Jin Wanliang could barely move.

Beside Jin Wanliang, Zhang Xuezhou's eyes went wide.

When brute force overcame finesse, neither clever schemes nor a silver tongue were any use.

Jin Wanliang could see nothing but the descending saber, and Zhang Xuezhou, caught in its force to the side, was no different.

This was Zhang Xuezhou's first time witnessing martial arts.

The pressure from the Tiger Strength Demon King's saber technique was like a mountain collapsing. No matter which way they fled, they could not escape its reach.

Under his saber technique, everything seemed destined for destruction.

Let alone a Meridian Circulation Realm cultivator like Zhang Xuezhou-even a great demon at the Consciousness Creation Realm like Jin Wanliang could only be reduced to nothing by such a technique.

"Golden toad... sheds its shell!"

When Jin Wanliang instinctively used his life-saving trump card, he felt the toad robe on his body tighten, nearly tearing the flesh from his bones.

"Ancestor, save me!"

The memory of losing the Golden Toad Treasure Robe flooded back. In despair, Jin Wanliang could only place all his hopes of survival on the Golden Toad Dharma King.

He did not want to acquire the demon art Toad Art that morning only to die at the Snow Toad Palace by noon.

Weak demons had no demon rights, and that was certainly true in the demons' stronghold.

In the Tiger Strength Demon King's eyes, they were no different from the Demon Beasts that had been eaten.

While they ate other demons, other demons would evidently eat them in turn.

"Huli, don't go too far!"

A large blue net rose over the palace square.