Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique
Chapter 454: Demon Clan, Never to be Enslaved! (1 more)

Chapter 454: Chapter 454: Demon Clan, Never to be Enslaved! (1 more)

Ling Feng shook his head with a smile. He had just exchanged a punch with one of the demon slaves and knew its strength—it was roughly equivalent to an early stage beast of the Divine Origin Realm, and due to the characteristics of the Demon Clan, it was even more troublesome than a beast at that level.

If it had been a one-on-one battle, he could have stood a chance with the Heavenly Punishment Sword Technique, but with three demon slaves and Yaan Jingfeng watching eagerly from the side, it was beyond the limit he could handle.

"You’re on death’s doorstep, and you still dare to laugh!"

Seeing the situation once again tipping in his favor, Lee Muuqing jumped out arrogantly and laughed loudly, "Ling Feng, your death is certain today!"

"Is that so?" Ling Feng quirked his lips and snapped his fingers lightly, speaking indifferently, "Since you brought three helpers, it shouldn’t be too much if I find one."

"You have help?" Yaan Jingfeng’s eyelids twitched, a bad premonition arising in his heart, he cried out loudly, "Three great demon slaves, join forces and attack him!"

The three demon slaves’ eyes flickered with a strange black and gold light, they then howled to the sky and, swinging their huge fists, launched a fierce assault on Ling Feng.

"Three on one isn’t fair, but two against three, that’s about right."

Ling Feng didn’t dodge or flinch; he just snapped his fingers, causing a five-colored light curtain to appear in front of him. The Despicable Donkey then popped out from the curtain!

"Stinky kid, you really think of Grandpa Divine Donkey as your goon!"

Despicable Donkey was itching with hatred. It had just been digging for treasures inside the Five Elements Heavenly Palace, and its pleasant diversion had been rudely interrupted!

Yaan Jingfeng and Lee Muuqing had thought that Ling Feng would summon some significant assistance, but when they saw that he had actually "summoned" a black donkey, they almost couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

What use could a black donkey possibly be?

"Despicable Donkey, take a look before you say anything," Ling Feng said, ignoring the Donkey’s angry glare. He quirked his lips and added indifferently, "Someone refined your Demon Clan into demon slaves, and they even want to refine me into a human slave."

"What, this is an outrage!"

The Despicable Donkey’s large fan-like ears fluttered wildly. When it turned back, it saw the three demon slaves swinging their huge fists, thundering towards it.

It was only upon seeing this did the Donkey’s fury threaten to explode.

"How dare they refine the Demon Clan into slaves, who gave them the audacity!"

Anger flashing in its eyes, the Donkey’s hooves blasted out, and with the overwhelming force, all three demon slaves were instantaneously reduced to ash, vanishing without a trace.

With a single strike, it obliterated the three Demon Monarch-level slaves!

Shocking!

Terrifying!

Yaan Jingfeng and Lee Muuqing didn’t know how to describe the astonishment they felt inside. How could a black donkey be this powerful!

What in the world was this donkey?

"Humph! The Demon Clan will never be slaves!"

Despicable Donkey let out a roar that caused a sonic boom to explode. Following that, the Holy Demon Map behind Yaan Jingfeng instantly shattered into pieces, scattering in the sky.

"Pfft!" Being spiritually connected to the Holy Demon Map, Yaan Jingfeng’s Divine Sense was damaged when it was destroyed. He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and, looking at the falling debris, couldn’t help but bellow, "My Holy Demon Map, my Holy Demon Map!"

"It’s laughable, such trash dares to be called the Holy Demon Map!"

Despicable Donkey rarely showed a serious expression, speaking coldly, "The real Holy Demon Map can refine even God Demons. This junk tarnishes the name of the Holy Demon Map!"

As it spoke, the Despicable Donkey had already landed on the ground, coldly fixing its gaze on Yaan Jingfeng, and showing a mouth full of white, large teeth. It snorted out a white mist and demanded, "Was it you who refined the Demon Clan into demon slaves?"

"Gulp." Yaan Jingfeng struggled to swallow his saliva, beads of sweat as large as beans appeared on his forehead, and he hardly dared to breathe.

"No... no... no, it’s not my fault, Grandpa Donkey, it’s not my fault!"

Lee Muuqing had already been frightened out of his wits by the strength Despicable Donkey displayed moments before. He fell to his knees with a thump, kowtowing and begging for mercy.

"Did I ask you?"

Despicable Donkey glared at Lee Muuqing, and in an instant, Lee Muuqing’s head exploded with a bang, like a balloon, blood and spittle flying everywhere, his life instantly snuffed out.

The Despicable Donkey itself was an Evil Star that had killed countless, only restrained lately due to the constraints agreed upon with Ling Feng, but facing those who dared to refine Demon Clan kin into Demon Slaves, it naturally had no inclination for mercy.

"Demons may be killed, but not enslaved!"

Despicable Donkey glared fiercely at Yaan Jingfeng, his cold voice pronounced, "Today, your life reaches its end!"

Under the oppressive might of the Despicable Donkey, Yaan Jingfeng shook like a sieve, never dreaming that Ling Feng would have such a terrifying black donkey by his side!

"Black donkey, don’t kill him yet; I still have something to ask him."

Seeing the killing intent burning fiercely in Despicable Donkey, Ling Feng hurriedly flew to its side and patted its shoulder.

This was the first time Ling Feng had seen Despicable Donkey truly enraged, perhaps, this was the pride of being part of the Demon Clan.

"Brat, I’ll give you thirty breaths!" Despicable Donkey turned his head, glaring at Ling Feng, and huffed.

Ling Feng pursed his lips and walked up to Yaan Jingfeng, demanding, "Tell me, where in the Yan Family is the ’Supreme Mysterious Acupuncture Scripture’ kept?"

"Do you think I’d tell you?" sneered Yaan Jingfeng, "To talk is to die, not to talk is also to die, isn’t it?"

"Speak, and I might leave your corpse intact."

"We all die just once, intact or not, I’m pretty open about it!" Yaan Jingfeng grinned, "You won’t get your hands on a second ’Supreme Mysterious Acupuncture Scripture’; you’ll never get it!"

"Enough with the nonsense, are you done yet!"

Despicable Donkey bellowed, "Thirty breaths are up, go to hell!"

In a flash, Despicable Donkey raised its front hooves, aiming for the top of Yaan Jingfeng’s head, and smashed down ruthlessly.

"You evil thing, how dare you?"

A roaring sound, like thunder, suddenly burst from the sky, and in the next moment, a white shadow streaked across the heavens!

Yaan Jinghong!

Although there was a considerable distance between them, Ling Feng could already feel the dreadful oppressive feeling he had experienced before.

Different from the time in Luofeng Canyon, back then he could only hide in the shadows, never daring to show his head, yet now he was no longer the small figure from back then.

Clad in white, slicing across the sky, appearing in the courtyard without any forewarning, Yaan Jinghong’s aura, compared to half a year ago, was evidently even more terrifying.

And yet, he was only fifteen years old now!

The sword as clear as frost, the momentum as cold as ice!

Even under the might of the Despicable Donkey, it did not affect the sharp and dangerous aura exuding from Yaan Jinghong.

With just a glance, Ling Feng knew, he was still at a colossal distance from Yaan Jinghong’s level!

"Jinghong, hurry and save me, hurry!"

The moment Yaan Jingfeng saw Yaan Jinghong appear, he seemed to climb out from hell back to life, once again seeing hope of survival.

"Finally, I’ve found you."

Yaan Jinghong’s gaze locked onto Ling Feng. He had targeted Ling Feng’s aura half a year ago; feeling it once more, he recognized Ling Feng instantly.

"Little mouse, is my ’Source Stealing Blood Pearl’ well kept?" Yaan Jinghong’s gaze pierced soul-deep at Ling Feng, sharp as a sword!

Ling Feng took a deep breath, suddenly displayed the Heavenly Sword Formation, and met Yaan Jinghong’s gaze, coldly retorting, "Randomly bestowing nicknames is hardly a good habit!"

"Sword Force?"

Yaan Jinghong’s eyes briefly revealed a hint of surprise, which soon dissipated, as he simply remarked, "Stealing others’ things quietly, and only daring to hide in the dark, if not a little mouse, then what are you?"