Chapter 686 - 680: Mud Figurine Di Xin
The mere pet of a Demon Lord is naturally no match for Wa Huang’s personal intervention.
The Black Banner waved, and a nine-headed lion flew out, pinning the snake woman to the ground. The nine heads kept tearing at the snake woman.
In just a moment, the snake woman was reduced to a mess of blood and flesh under the bites of the nine-headed lion.
After easily dealing with the snake woman, Wa Huang still cast a fierce gaze towards the Demon Lord.
"Wa Huang, I injured your brother, and my pet was also killed by you. Are you not appeased yet?"
"Let me suggest we wait for the Buddha to return, and talk things over..." the Demon Lord tried to persuade calmly.
Moments ago, the Demon Lord allowed Wa Huang to kill his pet to let her vent her anger, giving both a way to back down.
However, the Demon Lord clearly did not understand women.
When a woman is angry, she won’t reason with you.
The Demon Lord’s words only made Wa Huang even more furious.
"What?"
"A mere beast, and you compare it with my elder brother?"
"Are you implying my elder brother is a beast?"
"I and my elder brother were born together, are you calling me a beast too?" Wa Huang said through gritted teeth.
Demon Lord: "????"
The Demon Lord was utterly bewildered, thinking, I didn’t say any of that!
I just said one sentence, and you inferred so much. Are you ill?
The Demon Lord suffered because he had never been in a relationship!
If he had dated before, he would know how unreasonable women could be when angry.
This situation with Wa Huang made the Demon Lord a bit apprehensive.
Now, the Demon Lord dared not speak, afraid that saying anything more would lead to more absurd associations from Wa Huang.
Yet, staying silent was not an option.
Seeing the Demon Lord silent, Wa Huang was all the more convinced that she was right. The Demon Lord was indeed slyly calling her a beast.
"Why aren’t you speaking?"
"No words left to say, huh?"
"I knew I was right, you were calling me a beast!" Wa Huang glared with wide eyes, fixating on the Demon Lord.
The Demon Lord was truly speechless. Now, speaking was wrong, and not speaking was wrong too.
"Wa Huang, if you dare, just kill me!" the Demon Lord shouted helplessly.
"Fine, then I will kill you!" Wa Huang responded, shaking the Black Banner several times in her hand.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Streams of black air surged from the Black Banner, continually twisting and transforming into primordial fierce beasts.
Qiongqi, Pixiu, Kunpeng, Xuan Turtle, Henggong Fish...
A dozen or so primordial fierce beasts madly lunged at the Demon Lord.
The Demon Lord did not panic. With a swift gesture, a black long spear appeared in his hand.
This was the Demon Lord’s magic artifact, the God-Slaying Spear.
"Clang!"
The Demon Lord lightly thrust the spear forward, emitting a sound that pierced through the void.
The spear tip touched the forehead of the Henggong Fish, piercing through almost effortlessly.
It should be known that the Henggong Fish is renowned for its defense, practically immune to all physical and magical attacks.
But obviously, Henggong Fish’s immunity did not apply to the Demon Lord.
The God-Slaying Spear emitted violent energy, which surged into the Henggong Fish’s body, causing it to explode instantly, turning into flying flesh and blood.
However, the other primordial fierce beasts summoned by Wa Huang, despite witnessing the instant death of the Henggong Fish, still fearlessly charged at the Demon Lord.
The Demon Lord moved among the attacking primordial beasts like a swimming dragon, dodging and weaving, remaining unharmed by their attacks.
The Demon Lord was too powerful. The primordial beasts summoned by Wa Huang could only hold him back momentarily; defeating him was clearly impossible.
Wa Huang used these primordial beasts to stall the Demon Lord, so what was her true aim?
Amidst the battle, the Demon Lord glanced toward Wa Huang.
He saw Wa Huang sitting cross-legged on the ground, seemingly...
Molding clay figures?
Indeed, Wa Huang was molding clay figures.
This scene baffled the Demon Lord.
At such a critical battle moment, why was Wa Huang making clay figures?
Could this be another new combat technique of Wa Huang?
The Demon Lord prided himself on understanding Wa Huang’s methods, but he did not know about this clay-molding combat technique of hers.
Thinking this, the Demon Lord became more vigilant.
He felt confident in dealing with Wa Huang’s known techniques.
But the unknown required added caution.
"The Buddha should be coming back soon?"
"That damn coward, it’s impossible he’s really fled?" At this point, the Demon Lord had a headache.
The Demon Lord knew that being banished into the turbulent flow of time and space was not easy to return from, even for Tier One powerhouses.
He was well aware of the Buddha’s power.
The Demon Lord could roughly calculate how long it would take for the Buddha to return from the chaotic void.
After estimating several times, the Demon Lord figured that, if the Buddha hadn’t abandoned him, he should be back in about the time it takes to burn an incense stick.
Thinking of this, the corners of the Demon Lord’s mouth involuntarily lifted; just hold on for a bit longer, and he wouldn’t have to be entangled with Wa Huang any further.
Moreover, with the Buddha as an ally, they could suppress Wa Huang.
"Hmph!" The Demon Lord snorted coldly, thinking, "Wa Huang, let you be arrogant a little longer."
"Afterward, we’ll settle accounts."
With some regained confidence, the Demon Lord continued to slay the primordial fierce beasts released from the Black Banner by Wa Huang.
Surging energy surrounded the Demon Lord, and with each spear thrust, a primordial beast was vanquished into oblivion.
Before long, the Demon Lord had annihilated all the primordial beasts summoned by Wa Huang.
Yet, for Wa Huang, this was enough.
The time these primordial beasts delayed was sufficient!
The clay figure in her hand was completed.
Without the distraction of the primordial beasts, the Demon Lord could finally take a good look at what Wa Huang had been molding.
The Demon Lord stared intently at the clay figure in Wa Huang’s hand, and when he saw its form clearly, cold sweat instantly dripped from his forehead.
The Demon Lord recalled a long-ago memory that was unpleasant, one that he never wanted to remember.
The clay figure Wa Huang molded was none other than....
The Human King.
The last Human King, Di Xin.
And for the Demon Lord, that memory he avoided recalling was.
Precisely, the memory of being mercilessly defeated by Di Xin.
Years ago, they, the Four Great Primordial Spirits, joined forces to invade the world.
Originally, the four of them descended into the world, confident that four against one would easily subdue Human King Di Xin.
But who would have thought, even with four against one, they lost?
Instead of subduing Di Xin, they were subdued by him.
Defeated by Di Xin, they were forced to vow not to descend upon the world for ten thousand years.
This experience was a humiliation for the Demon Lord, no, for the Four Great Primordial Spirits, an indelible shame.