The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

Looking at the seemingly righteous Black Bull Demon King who appeared to help, Feng Qing’an couldn’t help but laugh. If he wasn’t looking at the specters and grudge ghosts entwined with the demon qi emanating from the old bull, he might have believed it.

A pity, though, because given the Bloodkill aura engulfing its body, every strand of its fur entwined with spectral souls, only someone blind, bereft of spiritual senses, or brain-blasted would believe such a ghostly tale.

Awooo~

In his heart, Black Mountain let out a whimper of grievance towards Feng Qing’an, who after studying the old bull for a few moments turned to ask Black Mountain,

“I think this bull’s head is impressive; it would make a good decoration for my cave. Can you get it for me?”

Rumble

The Ghost Wolf Demon King that just survived tribulation didn’t answer but replied with action instead. A bolt of lightning flashed, and its powerful body, no less formidable than other observing Demon Kings, crashed into the Black Bull.

Moo

A painful roar echoed as the demon bull, entwined with grudge ghosts and billowing with killing aura, tumbled to the ground. It was as if the area had turned into a raging sea in the middle of a storm, with shock waves rolling out in every direction.

Boom

When the Demon Bull fell to the ground, it was as if a mountain had collapsed. Dust mixed with debris flew into the sky, and the initially solid ground rolled like a lake disturbed by a massive boulder, sending ripples visible to the naked eye.

It was a terrifying scene. The collision of these two demon kings was like two mountains clashing. In an instant, the landscape for dozens of miles around was permanently altered, with the aftereffects being felt even thousands of miles away.

But this was just the first round of probing. Accompanied by a roar of rage, a large, heavily furred hand reached out from the smoke and cloud, aiming to grab the giant wolf entwined in thunderfire.

Awooo

Black Mountain did not retreat, and with all four paws on the ground, his Demon Power and physical strength remained plentiful. It appeared particularly miserable due to the bombardment it had just suffered during the Heavenly Tribulation.

With a howl, the fading tribulation cloud in the sky was stirred, and with each flash of thunder in the cloud, Thunder Wolves identical to Black Mountain, albeit varying in size, appeared. They howled in response, akin to a wolf pack answering the call of their king.

“What’s this?”

Looking at the hundreds of Thunder Wolves conjured from the residual tribulation cloud in the sky, the other Demon Kings planning to take advantage of the situation were stunned. They were stopped in their tracks, aghast at what had just unfolded.

As part of the Demon Clan, they instinctively dreaded and respected thunder, a fear which diminished as they grew stronger. Nevertheless, even as Demon Kings, they still held some reverence for the thunderbolts from Heavenly Tribulation.

Demons that managed to command thunder or master thunder magic were rare, and although the Demon Kings had seen some in their hundreds of years of life, this was the first time they had seen one who could harness the power of Heavenly Tribulation. This depiction was enough to deter them.

They had simply wanted to seize the opportunity to benefit from the situation. Incurring heavy injuries, let alone risking their lives, was not worth it.

This was a perfect time for them to accumulate Demon Power and expand their foundation, so they didn’t need to squabble over trivial matters, risking their lives or enduring grave injuries.

“What’s this? Isn’t it a Ghost Wolf? Why can it control thunder?”

From within a vortex of demon qi, a goat skull with eyes gleaming with murderous and ominous light emerged, studying Black Mountain wrapped in vibrant blue flames. Its voice carried a note of uncertainty.

Because the current Black Mountain fell outside of its knowledge and understanding, it contemplated retreating due to the fear of the unknown.

Its reason for approaching was simple – to take advantage of the newly crowned Ghost Wolf Demon King since its divine power was troublesome, nothing more than that.

Ancestrally, the Ghost Wolf’s bloodline mostly evolved only to the level of a large demon, indicating that slaughtering this Demon King wouldn’t bring clan retaliation as such a lineage wouldn’t exist. There was no misfortune associated with it.

But the situation had changed now. The emergence of thunder magic implied that this Ghost Wolf had a significant lineage or background. No matter what state it was in, it was now an existence not to be messed with, as it meant trouble and heralded a major calamity.

“Perhaps someone taught it thunder magic!”

Another demon revealed its head. It was indistinguishable whether it belonged to a beast or some ferocious bird, covered in thorns and sharp spines, as it candidly stared at Black Mountain.