Yet in front of the Soul Devourer, Half-Beast King Imorn fell silent, all the arrogance that had just shown on his face disappearing.
That sword strike just now had not been aimed at him. Otherwise, his head would already have been severed.
“Still want to try me?” the Soul Devourer asked Half-Beast King Imorn. Half-Beast King Imorn’s face was awkward, and did not say a word.
Seeing Half-Beast King Imorn remain silent, the Soul Devourer smiled coldly. “Oronin, show these little trash what a demon can really do…”
From the Demonic Soul Army behind the Soul Devourer, a boy stepped forward, looking no older than a teenager. His youthful face made it hard to believe was a Demonic Cultivator.
“I’m Oronin, I look forward to this match…” The boy said to Half-Beast King Imorn, bowing slightly.
“You… You want to fight me?” Half-Beast King Imorn’s brows knitted. He had not expected the other side to send a kid.
“And why not?” Oronin smiled faintly, calm and fearless.
Half-Beast King lmorn stared at the slim, youthful figure before him. He had fought countless strong opponents over his years at level six, but now the Soul Devourer had sent what seemed to be a kid. Clearly, had not been taken seriously.
“Soul Devourer, what is the meaning of this?” Half-Beast King Imorn glared at the Soul Devourer who rode on the lion. “Sending a kid… Is this meant to insult me, or yourself?”
A cold smile curved the Soul Devourer’s lips, and a chilling aura seemed to seep from his hollow eyes. “Winning isn’t about age. lf you dare not fight, then surrender the Ritual Manual and leave.”
“Who says I don’t dare?” Half-Beast King Imorn’s anger flared.
He turned to Oronin, his voice laced with impatience. “Little one, for your own sake, step back and send out someone worth my time!”
“You’ll know whether I’m worthy after we fight,” Oronin said calmly, his youthful voice free of any hint of fear.
Before the words even finished, blurred, suddenly appearing right in front of Half-Beast King Imorn. His small fist cut through the air with sharp force, aiming straight at Half-Beast King Imorn’s face.
Half-Beast King Imorn’s heart skipped a beat. He had not expected the kid to move so fast, and barely twisted aside in time to avoid the strike.
But Oronin‘s attacks came in a relentless wave. Shadowed fists flew like a woven storm, each punch carrying far more power than his small frame should allow, forcing Half-Beast King Imorn to retreat step by step.
“Not bad, kid. You’ve got some skill!” Half-Beast King Imorn’s disdain vanished.
His spiritual energy surged, golden light enveloping his body. “If you don’t know your place, don’t blame me for being merciless!”
He roared, his body suddenly swelling to nine meters in height. Tiger-like claws tore through the air as swung at Oronin.
Oronin, however, remained unshaken. He moved with the lightness of drifting willow fluff, dodging gracefully. His right hand formed a seal, and dark demonic energy swirled around him, shaping into a massive black blade that met the tiger’s claws head-on.
Clang! Metal struck with a deafening roar, sparks flying in all directions. Half-Beast King Imorn’s arm tingled from the impact, and even was forced to step back two paces.
The force threw Oronin off balance for a moment, but quickly steadied himself, planting his feet like iron stakes.
“What?!” The cultivators on the mountainside cried out in unison.
They had expected Oronin to be no match at all, yet had taken the Half-Beast King Imorn’s full strength head-on and still stood firm.
Aurelius clenched his fists, his face serious. “Who is this kid? How can be this powerful?”
Thastrum frowned. “His demonic aura is several times denser than Lilith’s. There’s no way he’s an ordinary Demonic Cultivator.”
On the battlefield, Half-Beast King Imorn’s fury reached its peak. He threw his head back and howled, the sound shaking the surrounding boulders. Golden patterns appeared along his body, the manifestation of his beast race’s primordial divine power, Tiger Transformation.
“Kid, take this. Tiger Pounce!” Half-Beast King Imorn leapt into the air, his tiger claws forming a massive golden phantom, striking toward Oronin with the force to crush everything in its path.
