Apocalypse: My Tattoos are Ten Yama Kings

In Demon King Bosun’s view, the power of the Cyan Lion Spirit is quite ordinary.

In his eyes, this Cyan Lion Spirit is already a dead man.

Therefore, concerning his own identity, Demon King Bosun naturally did not hide anything.

Demon King Bosun looked the Cyan Lion Spirit up and down coldly and said, "Since you wish to know who I am, very well, I’ll let you die knowing."

"Listen well, I am Demon King Bosun."

Demon King Bosun?

The Cyan Lion Spirit had never heard of such a figure as Demon King Bosun in the Mysterious World.

Since he hadn’t heard of his name, then only one possibility remained.

Outer World People.

A trace of panic flashed in the Cyan Lion Spirit’s eyes, and he thought to himself, "It’s over, today I’m truly done for."

Although the Cyan Lion Spirit had never met the Outer World People, he had heard the Peacock Great Ming King speak of them!

Indeed, even the Peacock Great Ming King found himself helpless and trapped when facing an Outer World Person.

The Cyan Lion Spirit knew his own capabilities were far below those of the Peacock Great Ming King.

Today, encountering an Outer World Person - wasn’t it a path leading to death?

Since the Cyan Lion Spirit had only recently engaged with Demon King Bosun, he didn’t know his true strength.

Therefore, he was very anxious.

"Enough!"

"I’ve fulfilled your wish by letting you know my name."

"Now, you can die!" With these words, Demon King Bosun moved to strike.

"Wait!" At this, the Cyan Lion Spirit hurriedly stopped Demon King Bosun, shouting, "Demon King Bosun, we have no grievances, why do you want to kill me?"

"My master and the World Honored reached an agreement, and by the World Honored’s command, I am here to send you off."

"Enough, don’t waste words, just hurry up and leave!" Demon King Bosun said coldly.

Upon hearing this, the Cyan Lion Spirit couldn’t help but feel shocked.

The World Honored, once again, the World Honored.

The World Honored’s foundation is indeed deep, even when the situation seems dire, there are still such trump cards.

Facing death, the Cyan Lion Spirit couldn’t care about face any longer.

"Demon King Bosun, tell the World Honored I am willing to withdraw from the Anti-Buddha Alliance and no longer oppose him!"

"Could the World Honored spare my life?" The Cyan Lion Spirit pleaded.

At this moment, the Cyan Lion Spirit couldn’t bother about what would happen after the World Honored achieved enlightenment.

Whether the World Honored would make him a slave or servant after enlightenment,

or whether he would dismember him and make roasted lion’s head after enlightenment,

in summation, the Cyan Lion Spirit couldn’t care anymore.

If today’s matter is not handled well, he would immediately face death.

The Cyan Lion Spirit had put aside his pride, trying to stay alive.

Clearly, Demon King Bosun had no intention of sparing him.

Demon King Bosun turned to glance at the Cyan Lion Spirit, sneering, "The orders I received have no room for you to live."

"So, the words you just spoke—let them be your last words."

Demon King Bosun offered no escape, angering the Cyan Lion Spirit.

An uncle could endure, but an aunt couldn’t.

Despite his humble pleas for life, he was still pushed to a dead end.

How could it be?

If his nine-headed lion had not displayed anger, did they really think he was Hello KT?

"I just want to live, but since you insist on taking my life."

"Then I have no choice but to fight you!" The Cyan Lion Spirit gritted his teeth and prepared to fight desperately.

With these words, the Cyan Lion Spirit revealed his true form.

Since the Peacock Great Ming King had already warned his allies about the Outer World People,

and informed them of his own encounters with them,

the Cyan Lion Spirit instinctively feared the Outer World People.

He dared not be careless; with no delay, he revealed his true form and fought with all his might.

"Roar!"

Accompanied by a low roar, a giant cyan lion with eight heads appeared before Demon King Bosun.

Originally, the Cyan Lion Spirit had nine heads, but one was just severed by Demon King Bosun.

Thus, only eight remain now.

The cyan fur of the Cyan Lion Spirit stood on end, with sixteen blood-red pupils glaring at Demon King Bosun.

Currently, the Cyan Lion Spirit hated Demon King Bosun to the extreme, wishing he could eat him alive.

Demon King Bosun looked at the majestic Cyan Lion Spirit and couldn’t help but remark, "A fine mount indeed, but unfortunately, my orders are to send you off."

Cyan Lion Spirit: "????"

Upon hearing these words, the Cyan Lion Spirit was truly furious.

This was too much—bullying the lion too much!

Not only did he insist on killing him, but he even wanted to make him a mount?

"Roar!"

The eight heads of the Cyan Lion Spirit roared furiously together.

This roar was not impotent fury; it was the Cyan Lion Spirit’s unique skill.

Lion’s Roar.

With a group attack nature, the Lion’s Roar was quite powerful and invincible.

Among the same level, few could withstand his Lion’s Roar.

The roar aroused waves of energy, sweeping debris and grass toward Demon King Bosun.

The energy waves mixed with fragments of stones and grasses akin to a meat grinder.

As a Tier Two Peak Expert, the Cyan Lion Spirit had some strength.

Indeed, he had some strength, yet Demon King Bosun didn’t consider him a significant threat.

Then, Bosun conjured from the Void a treasure sword enveloped in black demonic flame.

This treasure sword, its aura was extraordinary.

With one hand, Demon King Bosun wielded the sword, and as the energy wave swept toward him, he lightly pointed upwards.

The powerful demonic flames encircled the energy wave, and the scorching heat directly evaporated the energy wave entirely.

The mountain rocks and grass within were burnt to ashes, leaving not a trace.

Following the energy wave, the Cyan Lion Spirit had already lunged forward, intending to wait for Demon King Bosun to be tangled by the energy wave and then seize the moment to attack.

However, against an expert like Demon King Bosun, such a sneak attack was futile.

The Cyan Lion Spirit never anticipated that Demon King Bosun would effortlessly overcome his Lion’s Roar.

Due to his miscalculation, the Cyan Lion Spirit didn’t expect the energy wave to be dispelled so quickly.

As his paw reached for Demon King Bosun, it collided with Bosun’s treasure sword.

"Slice!"

Indeed, Demon King Bosun’s treasure sword was a divine weapon and a sharp blade.

With just one cut, he severed the Cyan Lion Spirit’s front paw.

"Slice."

"Clang."

The Cyan Lion Spirit only heard a "slice," followed by a burst of blood, and his front paw dropped to the ground.

His front paw was severed, yet initially, the Cyan Lion Spirit felt nothing but cold at the wound.

Upon looking down, witnessing the severed paw, the painful roar extended continuously.