Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique
Chapter 542 He is not from the Demon Clan! (4 more)

Chapter 542: Chapter 542 He is not from the Demon Clan! (4 more)

"Jin Jiao big brother!"

Xiao Meng was the first to rush to Jin Jiao’s side. At this moment, the black armor on Jin Jiao’s body had completely shattered, his body trembled incessantly, and blood poured out, making him look extremely disheveled.

However, having survived the Heavenly Punishment Sword Technique, it indeed proved the strong life force of the Three-headed Demon Flood Dragon Clan, truly remarkable.

Of course, this also had something to do with Ling Feng showing some mercy, but nonetheless, Jin Jiao had managed to save his life in the end.

"*Cough...*"

Jin Jiao spat out a mouthful of blood, his body gradually shrinking, returning to his half-demon, half-human form, his eyes filled with shock.

He had definitely exerted his full strength just now, but he still lost to that Prince Long Fei. Was this the strength of the main lineage?

"Even... even big brother Jin Jiao lost, how... how is this possible?"

"My God, Jin Jiao big brother has already reverted back to his demon form and still lost."

"He’s... he’s too strong!"

Those young members of the Three-headed Demon Flood Dragon Clan looked at each other with wide eyes, their eyeballs almost popping out.

He was merely at the Demon General level, yet he could suppress Jin Jiao, at the Demon Monarch level. Are members of the main lineage really so terrifying?

"*Sigh...*"

Seeing the outcome of the match, Jin Zhulong and Elder Jin Mu both visibly relaxed.

They weren’t fools and could see that this was a fight without any trickery, but Prince Long Fei had still won. With this, there should be no objections within the clan, right?

Ling Feng sheathed his sword and stood, his gaze turning towards the young generation of the Three-headed Demon Flood Dragon Clan inside the cave as he coldly said, "Now, there shouldn’t be anyone who has objections to me receiving the spot for the Ancestor Soul Awakening Ceremony, right?"

"This..."

Those young clansfolk all bowed their heads, one by one. Even Jin Jiao had lost; what right did they have to object?

Jin Jiao too hung his head, myriad objections filling his heart, but Ling Feng had defeated him with true strength, leaving him with nothing to say.

"I... I still don’t accept it!"

At that moment, it was Xiao Meng who clenched her fists and, gritting her silver teeth, stood up and said, "Father, esteemed elders, I... I suspect him, this Prince Long Fei, he’s not... not from the Demon Clan!"

"What?"

These words caused Jin Zhulong to instantly widen his eyes, scrutinizing Ling Feng closely. However, the demon energy all over him indeed didn’t show any issues, which led him to glare angrily at his daughter and growl, "Do not talk nonsense! Whether Prince Long Fei is from the Demon Clan, could I possibly be mistaken?"

The elders in the hall also kept examining Ling Feng, both his demon energy and the Three-headed Demon Flood Dragon Clan’s mark on his chest definitely didn’t show any problems.

Other than looking exactly like a human, he was completely a member of the Demon Clan!

Ling Feng’s back was secretly sweaty, his expression stiffening slightly. Had he somehow given himself away, to be seen through by this Female Demon named Xiao Meng?

"Alright Xiao Meng, take Jin Jiao downstairs to rest, and don’t cause any more trouble!" Jin Zhulong said, frowning.

"He’s definitely not from the Demon Clan!" Xiao Meng insisted stubbornly, huffing, "You saw the fight between him and big brother Jin Jiao just now; he never once used our most sturdy horns, the strongest weapon of the Three-headed Demon Flood Dragon Clan. His way of fighting doesn’t resemble ours at all!"

"This..." A hint of doubt flashed through Jin Zhulong’s mind for the first time. Indeed, during the fight between Long Fei and Jin Jiao, there were several occasions where, if Long Fei had transformed his horns, he could have directly targeted Jin Jiao’s weak spots.

But he hadn’t. He never used the most powerful weapon of the Three-headed Demon Flood Dragon Clan, which was already very suspicious.

As a member of the Demon Clan, why did he lack any demon’s instincts?

Ling Feng’s palms secretly sweated; he had to admit, a woman’s intuition was indeed very accurate—Xiao Meng had, based on just that one point, seen through his true identity.

But now, no matter what, he had to keep up the act; otherwise, with so many Demon King Level powerhouses in this cave, he would surely be killed and have nowhere to bury his corpse.

"Father, since this Prince Long Fei claims to be a descendant of the Royal Family of the Three-headed Demon Flood Dragon Clan, dare he transform back into his true form?"

Xiao Meng glared at Ling Feng and shouted, "Do you dare? Transform back into your true form and let us all see. If you can turn back into a Three-headed Demon Flood Dragon, then we will acknowledge you!"

Jin Zhulong’s pupils constricted as he suddenly remembered something: Indeed, he had always assumed that Long Fei was from the Three-headed Demon Flood Dragon Clan, but did Long Fei show any characteristics of the Demon Clan?

Even in a life-and-death battle, there was no hint of transforming back to his original form. Or perhaps, he had no original form at all!

Although the demon energy on his body could never be mistaken, perhaps there was indeed a method within the Human Clan to transform demon energy.

"Prince Long Fei, you see..."

Jin Zhulong looked at Ling Feng, his expression solemn, "Could you please transform back into your true form and convince my ignorant daughter?"

"This..."

Ling Feng’s expression stiffened; he was completely exposed and ruined now.

He wasn’t truly from the Demon Clan, so how could he transform? Transform into an egg?

At most, he could use the Eight Desolate Body Forging Technique to enlarge his frame a bit, but to transform into having sharp fangs and claws, he was completely at a loss!

"What’s wrong?"

A trace of doubt flashed in Jin Zhulong’s eyes: Could it be that this Long Fei really was impersonating someone from the Three-headed Demon Flood Dragon Clan? His audacity was too great!

"Transform! Transform! Transform!"

Then, those young members of the Three-headed Demon Flood Dragon Clan gathered around, shouting loudly, and the atmosphere grew increasingly tense, as if it could explode at any moment.

"Prince Long Fei, go ahead and transform."

Xiao Meng hummed softly; she was half guessing and half bluffing, and had no real confidence in her heart. But seeing Ling Feng hesitating to transform, she felt she might have guessed correctly.

"Hmph, no one can force me to do anything!" Ling Feng stood with his hands behind his back, coldly staring at those from the Three-headed Demon Flood Dragon Clan and declared proudly, "Just because you tell me to transform, must I obey?"

He said, glaring at Jin Zhulong with a dark expression and snorted coldly, "Candle Dragon Clan Chief, are you trying to force this prince to transform? If you upset this prince, do you know the consequences!"

At this point, applying pressure through Jin Zhulong to suppress those from the Three-headed Demon Flood Dragon Clan was the only option left.

"Prince Long Fei, if you truly are from the Three-headed Demon Flood Dragon Clan, why fear transforming into your true form?"

Jin Zhulong, being the clan leader, was no fool. Ling Feng had many questionable points about him. If he ignored them, he really would be a fool.

"Transform! Transform! Transform! ..."

Ling Feng clenched his fists, looking at the myriad sharp gazes around him, and took a deep breath: No, I have to run!

His hand was already clutching the Token leading to the Mist Ghost Forest. At this moment, only this treasure could save his life.

But infiltrating the Demon Clan again next time would be incredibly difficult.

"He is from the Demon Clan! His bloodline is the purest of the Demon Clan!"

Suddenly, Ling Feng felt a golden light enveloping him, blasting open a huge hole in the roof of the cave.

In the sky, a massive golden Demon Flood Dragon appeared, at least fifty to sixty meters tall, resembling a gigantic mountain.

The golden Demon Flood Dragon scooped up Ling Feng in its palm.

"Pay respects to the ancestor!"

Instantly, all members of the Three-headed Demon Flood Dragon Clan bowed in unison, even Jin Zhulong, the clan leader and powerful Demon King Level being, was prostrating in the face of that terrifying and unmatched presence, lying flat on the ground, daring not to move.