The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World - Chapter 552

Chapter 552: Chapter 325: Thunder Piercing the Sky

“Oh, no, oh no, why is Your Majesty so impulsive!”

The azure soul fire, which frightens the ghost creatures lurking in the underworld and even makes the Ghost King retreat, is surging under the dark sky, flowing like river currents, crisscrossing and painting the entire sky an azure hue.

Atop the intertwined waves of soul fire river, two towering figures as gigantic as demonic mountains are engaged in a fierce battle. The flame-tinged blood and hair occasionally fall from the sky like a heavy downpour.

Of the two figures battling in the sky, one is noticeably slenderer and appears slightly inferior to the other—a massive creature whose fur has turned grayish-white.

However, the slightly smaller being possesses an overwhelmingly dominant aura. Apart from summoning the soul fire river that covers half the sky, it unleashes endless lightning and thunderbolts from its nostrils and mouth.

The giant wolf, controlling both lightning and fire, transforms into a divine beast of retribution, emitting infinite electrical flames with every roar and swipe of its paw.

Even the Wolf King, who is physically stronger than it, couldn’t keep up in their mano-a-mano battle. It conceded the upper hand in fewer than thirty rounds.

The thunderbolts spurting from the younger Wolf King are fierce and brutal, scorching the elder’s fur, withering its flesh, and evaporating its blood.

Despite already having survived a thunder tribulation, the aging Wolf King, helpless against the Demon Qi infused thunderbolts, screams in pain.

Thus, by the time they had sparred for less than a hundred rounds, the Ghost Wolf King, charred all over and covered with traces of lightning strikes, could hardly hold on any longer. Just as it was about to fall from the sky, two more figures shot up, their soul-fire rivers piercing the heavens. The two new beasts joined the battle, incredibly disregarding the martial morality by outnumbering one.

“Alas!”

Upon seeing this situation, the big monster, devoted to the young Wolf King, let out a sigh. It had been furrowing its brows since the moment it saw their king taking the lead.

Such a scenario was already anticipated. Usually, such ganging up in fights among demonic kings, using numbers against a single opponent, would be looked down upon and held in contempt by many in the Demon Clan.

But the problem lies with the young Wolf King’s complicated background—he was brought over by the Human Race, hence the Ghost Wolf King was once a human pet. How could the other Ghost Wolves accept this?

Because of this, while admittedly a true demonic king, but under its sharp eyes, less than ten Ghost Wolves obeyed. Those, like itself, serving the Wolf King, were ostracized by the clan and branded as traitors.

However, it doesn’t see any issue with the history of a demonic king being raised by the Human Race, because the gap between this young ruler and the other Ghost Wolf Kings was just too apparent.

The young Wolf King clearly possesses a more robust vitality, bolder vigor, and most importantly, it holds the potential step into a higher realm.

Unlike the old kings, who had to gradually grind away at the barrier of minor realms with the passing of time, while they wouldn’t dare even dream of the Monster Immortal Realm.

Rather than remain insignificant in the clan, serving mediocre kings without any ambitions, it would prefer to follow the young Wolf King who has the potential to become a demonic immortal.

As long as it can raise its starting point and increase its potential to become a demonic king, or even a demonic immortal, it wouldn’t mind following a demonic king involved with the Human Race, or even serving the Human Race as a dog.

In this world, only power is real. The so-called dignity is meaningless without the backing of sufficient power. It’s nothing but a joke.

It understood this the day its master Wolf King arrived in the Demon Nation with a group of cultivators and forced the five old Wolf Kings to grovel and wag their tails in appeasement.

Under the coercion of formidable martial threat, the old wolves’ performances were no better than the regular dogs kept by humans.

Of course, it didn’t think there’s anything wrong with these wolf kings discarding their dignity to survive.

It just couldn’t understand why, having once wagged their tails before a human, they now ostracized and discriminated against a Wolf King raised by the Human Race?

Awooo~

A robust and heartfelt roar, resembling the cry of a prehistoric creature, echoes in the Demon Nation, sounding for miles.

Even while facing the besiegement of three wolf kings, the recently inaugurated lord of the Demon Nation showed no sign of retreating. The wildness in his eyes became even more evident.

Even though his flesh was torn everywhere with scars, he seemed to be oblivious to the pain, seeking bloody confrontation with the Wolf King, exchanging injury for injury, life for life.

This style of combat seemed unbearable to the other three Wolf Kings. They were all right with a fight, but there was no need for the death of one.

No matter how much they despised him, he was of the same kind. They didn’t have to push him to the brink of death. They were merely annoyed with the young king and somewhat repelled by him. Of course, undeniably, they were also jealous—if the Human Race had adopted them, things would be so much better.