Chapter 737 - 667: Victor and Vanquished

Chapter 737: Chapter 667: Victor and Vanquished

A single, decisive strike. Its sound shook the heavens and the earth, thundering through the clouds. It descended from the void high above, reverberated across She Mountain, and even spread to every corner of the Yaoling Mountain Range.

Below, countless races and innumerable Demons were deeply moved, watching from all across the land. The magnificent King of the rat race, the Gray Demon King who ruled a region of the Yaoling Mountain Range, was like a heinous death-row inmate awaiting his final judgment under the gaze of countless eyes.

It was a stunning display. The feat of slaying a Deep Mountain Demon King in a fury was unprecedented. At this moment, no one could even tell if it was night or day. All they could see was the slender figure standing high in the void. Beneath the brilliant radiance of his sword, the Gray Demon King let out a piercing shriek before being torn to pieces...!

So fast, so decisive.

From that single strike, a Lifebound Golden Core resembling a small sun slowly rose, dazzling all who saw it.

The Gray Demon King’s Lifebound Golden Core had manifested.

In an instant, the squeaking of countless rats erupted between heaven and earth like a tsunami. The Monarch of the rat lineage was dead. Their world had collapsed.

Before everyone’s eyes, their king had been slain in the most humiliating way.

Following the death of the White Demon King from the Azure Bamboo Forest, another great Deep Mountain Demon King had fallen, his end marked by beheading.

Countless races were so stunned by the King of the Snake Clan’s ruthless methods that they were petrified. He had slain a Deep Mountain Demon King the moment he said he would, without a hint of hesitation.

’Did he really just treat him like some common rat?’

This massive race war, initiated by the Yellow Demon King and the Gray Demon King, was now drawing to a close with the execution of the Gray Demon King.

But things were not truly over yet. The Yellow Demon King, who was awaiting death by dismemberment, was still alive, but he looked no different from a dead man.

He was filled with utter despair.

The Gray Demon King was slain before him; he too would not be spared.

"Haha, Snake Demon King, you’re truly ruthless! Far more ruthless than Demon King Liu ever was! Is it my turn to be executed now?" Seeing the Gray Demon King slain, the Yellow Demon King seemed to have lost his mind, screaming, "Come on! Do it! Kill me, the Yellow Demon King! Once I’m dead, the Yaoling Mountain Range will belong to you, you snake! No other Demon will be able to stand against you!"

"You’re right. Once you and the Gray Demon King are gone, the Yaoling Mountain Range will have to bow to me," Tu Xiao’an said, the corners of his lips curling up slightly. But his bewitching eyes were now like two placid, waveless lakes—indifferent, cold, and utterly clear.

The Gray Demon King’s Lifebound Golden Core floated beside Tu Xiao’an. He didn’t take it, but simply let it hang there, like a severed head displayed at a city gate for all the world to see.

"The Yaoling Mountain Range needs a Lord Gong, doesn’t it?" Tu Xiao’an said, raising an eyebrow as he approached the Yellow Demon King with the Heaven Swaying Sword in hand. He looked at him with cold indifference. "Thank you. Your death will have value."

The Yellow Demon King stared blankly at the refined-looking young man before him. He was too calm, as if he had known all along that the race war would develop into this situation.

’Defeated. Both he and the Gray Demon King were defeated. Utterly crushed.’

’Before, he had arrived full of vigor, leading his race’s army with world-conquering ambitions, supported by the Demon King elites of the Twelve Great Races. Yet they had been completely and utterly defeated.’

’This defeat was absolute, leaving no room for recovery. Even if he didn’t die today, there would no longer be a place for him, the Yellow Demon King, a Deep Mountain Demon King, in the Yaoling Mountain Range.’

"Come on, then. I will not beg for mercy as wretchedly as the Gray Demon King did. Give me a quick death," the Yellow Demon King grit his teeth. With his limbs restrained, it seemed to be the only thing he could do.

Tu Xiao’an suddenly sneered in disdain. "Don’t make yourself out to be so righteous and unafraid of death. You’re only saying that because you know begging is useless. I was never going to spare you. The Gray Demon King is a perfect example of that."

Hearing this, the light in the Yellow Demon King’s eyes dimmed. He lowered his proud head in tacit agreement.

’Right. Begging would be useless.’

’If it were useful, why would a Demon King like him, who had cultivated to the Rank Three Peak, want to die?’

’Cultivation is not easy; every step is fraught with difficulty. Especially to have reached his level, just one step away from Ascension to Rank Four.’

’Across the entire world, among both the Human and Demon Races, how many could ever reach this stage?’

’What a pity. What a terrible shame. To be killed before reaching Ascension.’

’A death like this was the most worthless of all.’

One wrong step leads to losing the whole game, as the saying goes. This was precisely the Yellow Demon King’s situation.

"Your Majesty, we’re here to save you!"

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM...!

Countless weasels with powerful Demon Qi appeared in midair. Each one was Spiritual and Fierce as they shot forward, all of them at the Rank Three Demon Spirit level of Cultivation.

In truth, when the race war began, the vanguard was composed of experts from the Twelve Great Races. The weasel and rat lineages, in contrast, had hung back to watch the show. It was only after the other races had charged up She Mountain that these two clans were finally enveloped in the smoke and slaughter of battle.

Now, a full hundred Demon Spirits suddenly appeared in midair. They were determined to save the Yellow Demon King, no matter the cost.

"Don’t come here! All of you, fall back!" Seeing this, the Yellow Demon King felt no joy. Instead, he trembled and roared in a mad fury.

Tu Xiao’an watched with cold eyes as his Killing Intent spread.

’If they wanted to die, he could grant their wish.’

"Snake Demon King, spare them! Enough Demon Spirits have died today. I have been defeated. The victor is king, the loser is scum. My death is my own, don’t create any more needless slaughter."

Oh...!

’Now that’s a new one. As if he, Tu Xiao’an, was some Murderous Demon King.’

’As if he was the one who started this race war.’

Tu Xiao’an gave the Yellow Demon King a strange look. "You’re right, enough Demon Spirits have died today. But the ones who died were the Demon Spirits of the Twelve Great Races and my Snake Race. Your weasel lineage, on the other hand, has barely lost anyone."

"Whether it’s my weasel lineage or the other races, let it all end here. My death alone is enough," the Yellow Demon King said, putting on a grand display as if to say, ’If I don’t descend into Hell, who will?’

Tu Xiao’an said coldly, "You want to preserve the strength of your weasel lineage, don’t you? So that you might have a chance to make a comeback someday."

The Yellow Demon King’s face turned pale, and he was at a loss for words.

After all, he was the Monarch of the weasel lineage. It wasn’t wrong for him to consider the future of his own race.

"If you ask me, only by wiping out your weasel lineage and the rat lineage today can the debt for this river of blood be paid."

At these words, the Yellow Demon King was aghast. "What? You want to annihilate my weasel lineage? You snake, you have such a cruel heart!"

"Weren’t you the one who came here today to annihilate my Snake Race?"

Carrying the Heaven Swaying Sword, Tu Xiao’an watched with cold indifference as the Demon Spirits of the weasel lineage charged forward one after another, ready to pay any price to save their Monarch.

"Your Majesty, I’m here to save you!"

"Very good. Very loyal." Tu Xiao’an casually swung the Heaven Swaying Sword. The Demon Spirit that had just rushed forward was instantly split in two, dissolving into a bloody mist as its Lifebound Golden Core manifested.

The Yellow Demon King roared madly, "In my name as the Monarch of the weasel lineage, I command you! All of you, withdraw from She Mountain!"

It wasn’t that he wanted to die. It was just that no one could save him, the Yellow Demon King. With five Divine Beast Demon Kings restraining his body and the Snake Demon King standing before him, no one in the world could save him, short of a Rank Four Divine Spirit.

The Yellow Demon King did not want his weasel lineage to die a pointless death.

To throw away their lives for nothing was utterly meaningless.