Chapter 222 - 107: Ninth-Grade Demon King of Taihang Mountain! Thunder Essence Fruit Tree

Chapter 222: Chapter 107: Ninth-Grade Demon King of Taihang Mountain! Thunder Essence Fruit Tree

But the energy level contained within this purple fruit before him was in no way weaker than that of the four terrifying Demon Kings in the valley!

What did this mean?!

This was, at the very least, a Seventh Grade—or perhaps even higher—peerless Spirit Medicine!

A Seventh Grade Spirit Medicine?!

On Blue Star, in this day and age?!

How was that possible!

The current Spiritual Qi environment on Blue Star could never naturally nurture such a heaven-defying Divine Object!

’The origin of this Spirit Medicine Tree is definitely extraordinary! Could it be... something that came from an ancient tomb of the Pre-Qin Qi Cultivators?’

Shocking waves crashed through Lin Yi’s mind.

As Lin Yi’s thoughts raced, back in the valley, the deathly-still equilibrium was broken.

The yellow Monkey King, wielding a jet-black staff, suddenly took a step forward. He pointed the tip of his staff directly at the other three kings, his voice hoarse yet filled with Penetration Power, like the grinding of metal:

"You three! This valley is my territory! You’ve come uninvited and trespassed on forbidden ground. Are you looking to start a war with me?!"

Upon hearing this, the White Snake Demon King, who was coiled up like a mountain, let out a cold sneer. Her forked tongue flickered as she spoke in a human voice, soft and feminine, yet laced with a bone-chilling cold:

"Your territory? Old monkey, stop putting on airs! Did you really think you could keep it a secret from us when you stole this ’Thunder Origin Tree’ from that abandoned ancient tomb half a year ago? Hah. I must admit, I underestimated you. To think you actually found a Secret Technique to revive this dying ancient Spirit Root and even get it to bear this ’Thunder Essence Fruit’!"

The black Yak King, massive as a small mountain, snorted two jets of hot white air from his nostrils. His voice was like muffled thunder, filled with violence and fury:

"ROAR! Monkey King! For the past six months, countless members of the Demon Race have mysteriously disappeared from the outskirts of the Taihang Mountain Range! I originally thought it was the work of those greedy human adventurers! I never imagined it was you, you scoundrel, secretly causing all this trouble! You used the essence blood of our fellow demons to water and nourish this tree with such a wicked method! You deserve to die a thousand deaths!"

The giant Golden Eagle King, perched proudly atop a Giant Stone, fixed his sharp, hawk-like eyes on the Thunder Essence Fruit behind the Monkey King. He let out a shriek that could pierce metal and shatter rock, his voice sharp and domineering:

"Monkey King! Hand over the Thunder Essence Fruit! Seeing as we are both of the Demon Race, I can grant you a clean death!"

His wings twitched, stirring up a biting gale.

Faced with the threats of the three kings, the Monkey King showed no fear. Instead, he threw his head back with a wild, arrogant laugh and slammed his black-gold staff into the ground, shattering the rock beneath it:

"HAHAHA! The likes of you three filthy degenerates dare to covet my Dao Fruit? You want to steal it? Come on, then! Today, I’ll let you taste the might of my Mountain-Shattering Staff! Let’s see who dies first!"

Berserk Demon Qi shot toward the heavens, his will to fight boiling over!

A ferocious glint flashed in the Yak King’s eyes. He turned his enormous head toward the White Snake Demon King and the Golden Eagle King and said in a low voice:

"Fairy Bai, Brother Golden Eagle! This old monkey is stubborn and unbelievably arrogant! Why don’t we join forces, slaughter this bastard first, and clear the field? What do you say?"

His thick hooves pawed restlessly at the ground, gathering power for an attack.

A flicker of agreement flashed in the Golden Eagle King’s eyes. He slowly spread his wings, which began to flow with a golden light.

However, the coiled White Snake Demon King flicked her forked tongue, her soft, feminine voice laced with cunning:

"Yak King, don’t be so hasty. Brother Golden Eagle, you too, please be patient."

Her enormous serpentine eyes swept over the purple fruit, which was wreathed in arcs of electricity, and a flicker of greed passed through them.

"This Thunder Essence Fruit... its radiance is still contained, and the purple lightning has yet to form a complete cycle. It clearly needs another three days to fully mature and reach Perfection. None of us understand the ancient way of cultivating Spirit Plants. If we kill this monkey now, what if we damage this Spirit Root Treasure Tree or spoil the Primordial Fruit’s Spiritual Energy? Wouldn’t the loss far outweigh the gain?"

She paused, her voice taking on a bewitching tone:

"In my humble opinion, we should spare this monkey’s life for now and let him continue to guard the tree. After three days, when the fruit is fully mature and erupts with radiant, auspicious light, we can join forces to kill him then! At that time, we three Demon Kings will divide this Thunder Essence Fruit, which has seized the very fortune of heaven and earth, splitting it evenly. Each of us will receive a share of this grand opportunity on the path of the Dao! Wouldn’t that be wonderful?"

"Good idea!"

"An excellent proposal!"

A brilliant light flared in the eyes of the Golden Eagle King and the Yak King as they agreed almost simultaneously.

The three powerful streams of Demon Qi faintly linked together, forming an even more immense pressure. Like three great mountains, it bore down mercilessly on the lone Monkey King standing guard beneath the Thunder Origin Tree!

The muscles on the face of the Monkey King, Duke of Thunder, twitched, and the ferocious light in his eyes intensified.

But the veins on the back of the hand that gripped his staff bulged, revealing the immense pressure he was under.

One against three. Even though he was incomparably ferocious, he knew his chances of victory were slim.

But to ask him to give up this chance to achieve the Dao, an opportunity he had poured his very heart and soul into cultivating—even to the point of bearing the sin of a monstrous massacre?

Absolutely not!

A fight to the death was the only way!

At the edge of the valley.

Inside a crevice of a giant rock.

Lin Yi, through his Mosquito Avatar, heard every single word of the four Demon Kings’ conversation.

His mind reeled, and monstrous waves of shock crashed through him!

’Just as I thought! This Thunder Origin Tree really is an ancient species that came from a Pre-Qin tomb!’

’But... these four Demon Kings... they can all speak human language?! And their speech is so clear and logical, their intelligence incredibly high!’

Lin Yi’s shock was beyond words.

It was true that a Seventh Grade Demon Beast could be called a Demon King.

But only a peerless Great Demon whose power had truly reached its peak—the Ninth Grade—could achieve Refinement of the transverse bone in their throat, allowing them to speak as clearly and fluently as a human!

The Taihang Mountain Range was actually home to four Ninth-Grade Demon Kings!

These were true overlords who stood at the very top of the Taihang Mountain food chain, existences who could make the mountains tremble with a single stomp of their feet!

After his initial shock, Lin Yi’s gaze once again locked tightly onto the purple fruit swaying gracefully on the Thunder Origin Tree.

’The Thunder Essence Fruit... A peerless Divine Object that has driven four Ninth-Grade Demon Kings into a frenzy, making them willing to cast aside all civility and fight to the death!’