Chapter 1342 - 1345: Injured by a Gust of Wind

Hearing Yun Hao's words, Xiong Dajun and Xiong Qianjin turned around; the two giant bears transformed into two rough-looking men. They were still a bit taller than Yun Hao, about two meters or so, which was still acceptable.

"The Clan Leader has broken through, the Clan Leader has broken through to the Realm of a Ninth Grade Demon King!"

"The Clan Leader has broken through!"

"Everyone come out and see, the Clan Leader has broken through!"

Seeing the two of them take human form, the surrounding clansmen all shouted, running around excitedly to spread the news.

In an instant, the entire canyon was boiling with excitement. As long as one person broke through to the Ninth Grade Demon King Realm, their situation would improve a lot; now there were actually two Ninth Grade Demon Kings. Their Bear Race no longer needed to fear the joint army of the Tiger and Wolf Races.

Just then, a commotion arose outside the canyon; battle cries rang out one after another. Seeing this, Xiong Dajun and Xiong Qianjin couldn't be bothered to keep being polite with Yun Hao and hurriedly rushed out.

The rest of the clansmen also quickly assembled, following behind the two of them as they charged together to the canyon entrance.

Yun Hao wrapped an arm around Zhao Ya's slender waist and with a flicker of his figure appeared on the mountain to one side of the canyon, looking at the dense mass of enemy troops in front of the canyon.

On the left side of the canyon appeared a large group of Wolf Demons. Leading them was a burly man exuding a vicious, sinister air from head to toe—this was their leader, Lang Ersa.

On the right side was a group of Tiger Demons. Their leader was likewise a burly man, with a faintly regal aura in his eyes—this was their leader, Hu Sanqiang!

In the very middle stood a group of Fox Demons, headed by a young, stunningly beautiful woman. Waves of seductive charm kept rippling out from her, making Hu Sanqiang and Lang Ersa sneak glances at her from time to time.

This woman was none other than the leader of the Fox Race, Hu Xiaomei, whose charm arts had reached the pinnacle.

"Hu Xiaomei, I didn't expect you to actually team up with these two shameless races!"

Now that their Cultivation had broken through, even though the other side had three Ninth Grade Demon Kings from thirteen tribes, Xiong Dajun and Xiong Qianjin were completely unafraid and, upon arriving at the canyon exit, stared domineeringly at the front.

"Humph, Xiong Dajun, don't talk nonsense. I'm here because you assassinated the Eighth Elder of our Fox Race. Don't you dare deny it!" Hu Xiaomei snorted coldly, lifting her chin arrogantly as she questioned in a delicate voice.

Seeing that Hu Xiaomei had come to demand an explanation, Xiong Dajun was momentarily at a loss for words; in this matter he really was in the wrong first.

But for the survival of the Bear Race, he had no choice but to do it.

"I did it. So what?"

Xiong Dajun also threw caution to the wind. There was no way to deny it anyway, so he might as well admit it outright.

Hu Sanqiang and Lang Ersa, upon seeing that the Bear Race actually had two Ninth Grade Demon Kings, couldn't help but be a bit dumbfounded.

How could it be this fast? The scout's report from yesterday said these two guys were only at the Peak of Eighth Grade.

But thinking that the Fox Race would also launch an attack shortly, they felt much more at ease.

Whether Hu Xiaomei was with them or not, this side ultimately still had three Ninth Grade Demon Kings, so they held the numerical advantage.

"Humph, Xiong Dajun, I want a one-on-one with you. Do you dare?"

Hu Xiaomei, seeing Xiong Dajun admit it, snorted coldly and shouted sharply.

"Bring it on, like I'd be scared of you?"

Xiong Dajun was a hot-tempered guy. The other side proposing a duel was exactly what he wanted. The Bear Race didn't have many experts to begin with; if it turned into a melee, even if he and Xiong Qianjin won, the members of the Bear Race would definitely suffer heavy casualties.

As soon as the words left his mouth, Xiong Dajun and Hu Xiaomei clashed. The two of them were both Ninth Grade Demon Kings, so no one dared get close; everyone retreated far away.

"Xiong Qianjin, come, come, come, let this king test your strength and see if you really have the power of a Ninth Grade Demon King!"

Lang Ersa slowly stepped out, looking at Xiong Qianjin on the other side, shouting loudly.

"Come on, if I don't beat you half to death, I'll count it as my loss!"

Xiong Qianjin had been fretting over finding someone to test just how strong his Ninth Grade Demon King power really was. Hearing Lang Ersa's words, how could he possibly back down?

With that, in the field of battle only Hu Sanqiang was left.

Looking at the two battlefields burning hot, Hu Sanqiang walked forward in a languid manner, moving closer to where Xiong Dajun and Hu Xiaomei were fighting.

"Get lost, this is between our Fox Race and the Bear Race. If you dare stick your nose in, I'll kill you first!"

Seeing Hu Sanqiang approach, before Xiong Dajun could say anything, Hu Xiaomei was already cursing him out, fierce to the extreme.

Hearing Hu Xiaomei's words, a trace of viciousness flashed in Hu Sanqiang's eyes, but he didn't speak; instead, he stepped off to the side and watched quietly.

Hu Sanqiang's position was very crafty—he stood between the two battlefields, so whether Xiong Dajun or Xiong Qianjin showed a flaw, he could attack at the first instant.

This way, when Xiong Dajun and Xiong Qianjin fought, they would both be somewhat constrained, worried about giving Hu Sanqiang a chance to launch a sneak attack.

"Husband, if possible, I want to go to the Holy City of the Demon Race. It's said there are many people from other realms there, and people from the Upper Realm and Immortal Realm also go there!"

Zhao Ya didn't really care who won or lost in the battle below. Hugging Yun Hao's arm tightly with both hands, she spoke softly.

"Alright, wherever my little Yaya says she wants to go, that's where we'll go!"

Yun Hao agreed casually, not noticing the flash of sadness in Zhao Ya's beautiful eyes.

Suddenly, after Xiong Qianjin and Lang Ersa exchanged a heavy blow, Xiong Qianjin revealed a small opening. Hu Sanqiang seized the opportunity, his figure shooting forward rapidly as he threw a punch at Xiong Qianjin.

This punch was timed perfectly. At this moment, Xiong Qianjin was retreating and exhausted; it was extremely difficult for him to mount a counterattack.

"Despicable!"

Xiong Dajun noticed what was happening over there and shouted, blasting Hu Xiaomei away with one punch before turning to rescue Xiong Qianjin.

However, he was ultimately half a beat too slow in terms of timing, and in the end, he still couldn't manage to save Xiong Qianjin.

Just as Hu Sanqiang's attack was about to land on Xiong Qianjin's chest, a Qing Feng suddenly rose up, blowing Hu Sanqiang's body to the ground and making him spit out a mouthful of blood.

This sudden turn of events came too fast, so fast that no one had expected it at all.

Xiong Dajun, who had been charging over, froze on the spot, his mind a bit dazed.

What the hell, what's going on?

A dignified Ninth Grade Demon King actually got seriously injured by a gust of wind.

Like hell anyone would believe that if you told them.

Hu Sanqiang clutched his chest, horror flashing in his eyes as he looked toward Yun Hao's side.

At the same time, Hu Xiaomei and the others also looked up toward Yun Hao, who was standing on the mountaintop holding Zhao Ya.

"Hahahaha, it's Brother Yun. I knew only he could pull off something this badass!"

Xiong Dajun and Xiong Qianjin also looked over, and when they saw it was Yun Hao, they burst out in delighted laughter.