Chapter 644 - 642: Turning You into a Bald Crow

Chapter 644: Chapter 642: Turning You into a Bald Crow

He pointed a finger at Corvus.

"The Immortal Demon Body is an affront to the Great Dao? Ptooey! Haven’t you ever heard the saying ’what exists is rational’? The very fact that I was born means the Great Dao has accepted my existence. What right do you have to say I shouldn’t exist? If you ask me, you’re just jealous of my talent. Can’t be helped. I’m just that gifted. Your jealousy is useless—you could never hope to be like me."

When it came to the ability to infuriate people, Aaron Sinclair had certainly inherited it from his father. Corvus’s face flushed red with rage. "Fine! Just fine! You damn brat, I’m going to kill you!"

As he spoke, he brandished his Divine Spear. With a single swing in Aaron Sinclair’s direction, a torrent of immense power shot straight toward him.

Aaron Sinclair’s eyes turned cold. His figure shot straight into the sky, meeting the attack head-on. "Well, what perfect timing," he said. "I wasn’t planning on having dumplings tonight anyway. I think I’ll have charcoal-grilled Golden Crow instead. My mother said picky eaters aren’t good kids. And I’m not a picky eater."

In a flash, he was airborne. Just as Corvus’s attack was about to strike, Aaron Sinclair clenched his fist and punched straight at the incoming blast.

The next moment, space itself trembled.

The force of his punch alone sent all the men in the air flying backward, coughing up blood in unison. The scene was truly terrifying.

Corvus watched as the men he’d brought were rendered powerless before the fight even truly began, and his expression changed drastically. ’Impossible! How can this brat possess such tyrannical strength?’

He sneered. "Brat, I admit you have some skill, but that’s as far as it goes." As he spoke, he swung his Divine Spear and charged forward, each of his moves a lethal strike aimed to kill Aaron Sinclair.

’To have such power at such a young age...’

’He absolutely cannot be allowed to live.’

"You will die today."

"Heh, you and what army? Let’s see what you’re really made of."

As the two clashed, their figures flickered in and out of sight in the air with every exchange. The sea of clouds churned, and space itself seemed on the verge of tearing apart. The battle in the sky was fierce and unrelenting, a desperate struggle for supremacy...

「On the ground below.」

Standing there, Celeste Grant’s eyes were filled with shock. She knew her son was a capable fighter, but this was on another level! ’This is the terrifying aspect of Immortal and Demon Cultivation; one’s power only grows stronger in the later stages.’

Celeste Grant sighed in amazement.

"When did my son get so strong?"

Standing beside her, Nerida couldn’t help but nod as she watched the sky. "As expected of the son of The Exalted One and madam. His strength is truly unparalleled. If I’m not mistaken, that Divine Monarch from the whatever-Crow-Clan is being completely dominated by Annie."

Celeste Grant nodded slightly.

"Yes, you’re not mistaken."

She could see clearly that her son was just toying with his opponent. He could have killed him directly, but he insisted on taking him down bit by bit. ’What do you call this? Not much physical damage, but maximum humiliation. A dignified member of Celestria, used to being high and mighty, could never endure such an insult.’

「Up in the sky.」

The Divine Monarch of the Golden Crow Clan, Corvus, had already been beaten back into his true form by her son’s brute force. He was a massive Three-legged Golden Crow, wreathed in flames, letting out one piercing shriek after another.

Atop the Golden Crow’s back, Aaron Sinclair sat, raining down punch after punch.

’That scene...’

HISS... Even Celeste Grant felt a pang of phantom pain for the Golden Crow.

’Brutal...’

’This is just too brutal.’

"AHH... You bastard son, how dare you..."

"Insolence... Stop..."

Aaron Sinclair, still mounted on the Golden Crow, only stopped after he had broken several of its bones with his bare hands. He then gave a sinister smile. "Stop? But I’m just getting warmed up! Weren’t you acting all high and mighty before? A mere bald crow daring to act so presumptuously in front of my mother? Who do you think you are? Even my own father has to kneel on a washboard when he sees my mother. What makes you think you can disrespect her?"

"I am a Divine Monarch of Empyria... AHH..."

"Heh, I don’t care who you are. You dare to scowl at my mother? I’ll shatter every bone in your body."

"CAW... Stop... you little half-breed mongrel of Celestial and Fiend! I won’t let you go!"

"Fine... I really gave you too much face. You curse me, which is the same as cursing my parents. Insulting my parents is a death sentence." As he spoke, he grabbed the Golden Crow’s neck and brutally tore out a clump of feathers. Then he moved on to its neck, head, and wings, plucking feathers from wherever he could grab.

"AHHHH..."

Aaron Sinclair smiled faintly and said, "Such radiant golden feathers, quite a rare sight. I’ve heard that every part of the Golden Crow Clan is a treasure. I wonder if that’s true? GYEHEHEHEHE, HAHAHA! Oh, I’m just so very happy today."

"Bald crow, heheh, don’t scream. I’ll be done soon."

"How about I give you a new hairstyle? The middle-aged balding man look would suit you perfectly. It would really live up to the name I gave you: Bald Crow, HAHAHAHA."

Aaron Sinclair had completely let himself go. He was in a truly excellent state of mind right now.

The voice from above was like a death summons. In Corvus’s eyes, this was The Fiend King incarnate. ’He’s mad. This is a madman.’

"CAW... CAW..."

"Stop... I am a pure-blooded member of Celestria! I am a Divine Monarch of the Golden Crow Clan!"

The Golden Crow spoke in a human tongue, its words interspersed with wretched cries.

"Today, I’m going to make you a true bald crow."

"CAW... CAW..."

「On the ground below.」

Everyone who saw this was wide-eyed, their jaws nearly hitting the floor. As people of the Demonic Domain, none of them were faint of heart. They were all troublemakers who thrived on chaos, so at this very moment, a crowd was gathered, cheering him on. Some had even unfurled banners and were snacking on melon seeds.

This... was just so theatrical.

Elder Lawson and the others were watching with great excitement.

"Our Young Master’s cultivation is truly profound."

Elder Warren stroked his beard with a gratified expression. "So strong. The child who used to tug on my beard has finally grown up."

"Go, Young Master! Go, Young Master!"

"The Young Master is mighty!"

"Get him!"

"Get him!"

"Pluck his feathers! Pluck ’em all off!"

A few disciples from the Demonic Domain even brought over a Taishi Chair and placed it beside Celeste Grant. "Madam, you must be tired. Please, have a seat." As they spoke, someone handed her a slice of watermelon.

She took the watermelon.

Celeste Grant: "..."

’Wait... guys? Is this really appropriate for the current situation? This is a fight, you know? Against someone from Empyria, no less. Is it really okay for you all to be sitting here eating snacks and watching the show?’

’Appropriate or not...’

She glanced down at the watermelon in her hand, took a bite, and sat down.

’The sky is vast, the earth is wide, but eating is the most important of all!’

"Jian Yi, come out and get to work. That Divine Spear over there is provoking you."

"Coming, Master."

Aaron Sinclair held out his hand. In it appeared a