Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor

This tiger-headed demon is one of the ten holy demons.

He stood at the front, his huge tiger head full of ferocity and cruelty, and there was still some blood flowing from his palms.

Under his feet was a corpse.

Although he was dead, it could still be seen that he was a young man from the human race.

He never closed his eyes, his eyes widened, his left hand stretched forward, and his right fist was only clenched.

I don’t know if it’s asking for help or hatred.

In Prince Yun's Mansion, more than 90% of the eyes that were looking at these demons were actually staring at this tiger-headed demon.

In other words, he was staring at the young man who was still staring at him.

He no longer has any breath, and he doesn't know what kind of cultivation he had during his lifetime.

But he must hate these monsters.

"Damn bastard!!!"

Suddenly, a roar came from Prince Yun's palace.

Immediately afterwards, a man who looked to be about thirty years old rushed out.

"Lord Wang!"

"Master Wang, think twice!"

"Grass, don't hesitate, I'll go with Mr. Wang!"

Many figures followed from behind, and the formation of Prince Yun's Mansion had no impact on their comings and goings. It seemed to only target demons.

Seeing that several days had passed, this group of humans finally couldn't bear it anymore, and the eyes of those demon geniuses suddenly shone with a look of success.

"Don't be anxious!"

The tiger-headed demon sent a message to the other demons: "Don't be too harsh on them, otherwise, with the cowardice of these humans who are greedy for life and afraid of death, I am afraid they will run back immediately."

"Well, let's deal with them for a while first, and then when they are all surrounded and they are unable to retreat, we will kill them again!" Another deer-headed demon who is also a saint said.

"咻咻咻咻..."

Many human races rushed out of Prince Yun's Mansion. In front of the huge Prince Yun Mansion, there were only humans and demons confronting each other. It looked a bit empty.

The first man to rush out, his name is 'Wang Bo', he is the first-grade forest envoy of Prince Yun's Mansion, and he is a Seven-Star Divine Realm cultivator.

In fact, from a rational point of view, the cultivation of the Seven-Star Divine Realm is not worth mentioning in the eyes of those demons and geniuses.

The energy and blood cultivation level of any demon genius exceeds that of the four-blood demon king, which is equivalent to the four-star mysterious god realm.

When the two sides fought, Wang Bo was afraid that he would be worse than an ant.

But as I said before, the blood of the human race surpasses that of demons. When the younger generation of the human race was constantly being killed, Wang Bo still rushed out even though he knew he was outmatched.

Perhaps, the young man stepped on by the tiger-headed demon had the same thoughts as Wang Bo during his lifetime.

Scholars can be killed, but not humiliated!

"The human race has such a bloody spirit, which really makes us admire them."

The tiger-headed demon stood up, hugged his fists towards Wang Bo and others, and then said: "Although my words are a bit extreme, I came to Prince Yun's Mansion this time just to compete with the genius of Prince Yun's Mansion. But you don't want to Showing up, I can only do this as a last resort, I hope you won’t blame me.”

"Stop pretending here. How cruel are the monsters? How can we, the human race, not know? You are just a bunch of beasts!" Wang Bo's face turned red.

The tiger-headed demon was angry, but he still suppressed his anger and said with a smile: "The two races are enemies, and it is normal for this gentleman to be so angry. But it is necessary to explain that when the human race dies, my demon race also pays A lot of lives have been lost, and there is no telling which side will suffer. This is fate."

"Fuck your motherfucker!"

"Fate? Bah!"

"A bunch of bastards are still here arguing with my human race. Are you worthy? You are just uncivilized beasts!"

"..."

Many members of Prince Yun's Palace were furious and showed no intention of talking to these demonic geniuses.

It can be seen from their clothes that they are all envoys of Prince Yun's Mansion.

The strongest ones are only a few first-grade forest envoys who have reached the one-star Mysterious God Realm. The more powerful ones are just some of the Divine Spirit Realm, and even the True God Realm.

"Do all the envoys in Prince Yun's palace consider themselves 'sir'?"

The tiger-headed demon took a deep breath: "I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Hu Meng. I am the genius of the Kunyuan Tribe, a large tribe in the God Realm."

"Let go of that corpse." Wang Bo pointed at the corpse at Hudao's feet.

"Can."

Hu Meng directly took his foot away and said: "Not only can I let him go, but I can also return him to you, but before that, you must take action and compete with us. As for the result... life or death, .”

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Wang Bo laughed loudly: "Sure enough, you demon clan only knows this kind of despicable method! A group of demon kings actually compete with us in the realm of gods and true gods, shouting about life and death? How thick-skinned are you? To what extent?”

"Then what are you doing out here!"

Hu Miao's expression completely darkened: "Do you really think that you are so good-looking, just come out and scold me for a few words, and then you can go back safe and sound? Trash is trash after all. If you don't have any ability, you can only have your own whims!"

"Boom boom boom..."

As the words fell, more than a hundred demon geniuses all burst out with their own energy and blood.

They have already been prepared and are just waiting for the opportunity to take action against Wang Bo and others.

Although Wang Bo and the others numbered nearly a thousand people, they were still surrounded by these demon geniuses in the blink of an eye.

The waves of the demon king realm's aura made them finally wake up from the previous enthusiasm.

Then, there was a moment of paleness.

Huge pressure swept over them. Those first-grade forest envoys were easy to talk about, but those in the realm of gods like Wang Bo had shortness of breath and it was difficult to breathe.

As for those in the True God Realm, their chests were bulging, as if they had been hit hard, blood was constantly spurting out, and their whole bodies were in severe pain.

"What are you going to do?!"

Wang Bo raised his head and said angrily: "Aren't you going to compete with us? Since it's a competition, it's one-on-one. This counts..."

"Stupid humans!"

Hu Meng interrupted Wang Bo's words: "Ever since you came out, you have been insulting our demon clan, and your words are extremely fierce! Do you really think our tempers are that good? No matter how you insult us, we will always be insulted. Want to greet you with a smile? Have a one-on-one sparring match? Haha... Are you afraid that you are out of your mind? It took a lot of effort to deceive you. If you don't torture you, how can you deserve it? We waited for so long? "

After hearing this, Wang Bo and others' expressions changed!

In fact, they had somewhat expected the demon to repent.

But as expected, when they truly felt this life and death crisis, their hearts beat faster and they were still full of despair.