Journey to the West: Demon Emperor: Beginning as a Little Toad

Chapter 620 The Roc Demon King Emerges from the Northern Continent
The human world.

Beiju Luzhou.

Inside the Demon Master's Palace.

Demon Master Kunpeng and Demon Ancestor Wutian went out together and their whereabouts are unknown.

The Kun Demon King and the Scorpion Demon are currently in seclusion.

Upon hearing that the Eight Immortals of Taoism and the Dragon Clan of the West Sea had made a life-or-death pact and were going to fight each other in the West Sea, the Demon King of Jiaos decided to leave the palace to help his good brother Ao Moang.

"A life-or-death contract...not only determines rank, but also life and death!"

The Demon King's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and a long-dormant aura of ferocity emanated from his body, causing the air in the hall to churn and the atmosphere to become chilling.

The glorious days of rebellion against Heaven at Flower Fruit Mountain, and the deep-seated hatred of the slaughter of his lineage by the Heavenly Court, surged into his heart in an instant.

The arrogance of the "Great Sage Who Overturns the Seas" and the murderous intent of the "God-Slaying Spear Technique" surged and roared in his blood.

With the Heavenly Court's power and his master's authority, he could only endure and lie low in the bitterly cold land of Beiju Luzhou.

But today, this "life-or-death agreement" is like a pardon!
This is a "liability waiver," meaning neither party will pursue the other's life or death!

If he were to slaughter the Eight Immortals of Taoism, neither the Heavenly Court nor the Taoist sect would have a chance to retaliate!

"The day shall be the day to slay a god! My brother Ao Moang is in trouble, and my journey to the Western Sea will be the perfect opportunity to lend a helping hand, fulfilling my own desire!"

He suddenly stood up, and the long spear that had accompanied him in battle for many years seemed to sense its master's emotions, emitting a low hum.

The spear tip shimmered with an eerie light, as if countless wailing souls were entwined around it; this was the chilling killing intent of the "Godslayer Spear Technique" taught to him by the Demon Ancestor Wutian!
The Demon King of the Flood Dragon raised his spear and strode out of the palace gate with the movements of a dragon and the stride of a tiger.

Just as they stepped out of the palace gate, a clear voice, tinged with a hint of eagerness, rang out:
"Senior brother, what has stirred your emotions?"

"The murderous aura is so strong it's almost overflowing."

“I could feel it even through three layers of palaces.”

Then, the Peng Demon King walked in from outside the palace.

He was tall and handsome, with a spirited air about him and a pair of bright golden eyes that seemed to hold the power of wind and thunder.

As he grew older, the power of Peng Demon King's bloodline awakened more and more.

This son of the demon master is no longer the naive "Golden-Winged Roc" of the past.

Its potential is gradually transforming into immense power.

Having lived in Beiju Luzhou for a long time, Peng Demon King lacked practical experience. His desire to travel the world and prove his supernatural powers was already irrepressible.

How can a roc be confined in a cage? With a spread of its wings, it hates how low the sky is.

Among all creatures in the universe, the Qilin is the leader among beasts, the Phoenix is ​​the most revered among birds, and the Dragon is the head of aquatic creatures.

Among the birds, the phoenix is ​​the strongest.

Secondly, there are the peacock and the roc.

Pure-blooded peacocks and rocs possess the potential to become Great Immortals or even Quasi-Saints.

The Kunpeng is a rather special creature.

It dives into the blue sea and swims in the vast currents, hence the name "Giant Kun".

When it is angry, it flies into the sky, flapping its wings and stirring up the wind; this is the "Great Peng".

Therefore, the Kunpeng can be considered both an aquatic creature and a bird.

The demon master Kunpeng is proficient in "Feng Shui" and has two forms: one is wind, and the other is water.

The Kun Demon King is the eldest son of Kunpeng and inherited the "Water Dharma Form" of the demon master Kunpeng, namely the Giant Kun Dharma Form.

Peng Demon King is the second son of Kunpeng, and he inherited the "Wind Dharma Form" of the demon master Kunpeng, namely the Great Peng Dharma Form.

Peng Demon King has been receiving instruction from the demon master Kunpeng since childhood, and he is proficient in all kinds of skills and supernatural powers. His strength is no less than that of the "Golden-Winged Roc of Lion Camel Ridge".

However, Peng Demon King has limited combat experience and lacks practical combat skills.

……

The Flood Dragon Demon King said to the Roc Demon King in a deep voice:

“Brother Peng, although I have lived in Beiju Luzhou for many years, I have always kept a close eye on the news from the Three Realms.”

"I heard that something has happened in the Western Sea. The Ao Moang brothers have signed a life-or-death agreement with the Eight Immortals of Taoism, and have agreed to fight in the Western Sea."

“I was just about to go and lend him a hand.”

Upon hearing this, the Roc Demon King was greatly moved. His eyes shone brightly with golden light, as if he had finally seen the vast world he had long awaited. He laughed and said:

"A life-or-death contract? A fight to the death? What a show of force!"

"How could I miss out on such a lively event?"

"The sky in Beiju Luzhou is too low. I've always wanted to go out and see it."

"Senior brother, let's go together!"

"This is just the right time for me to stretch my wings and get some exercise!"

Young people always harbor a spirit of adventure and a desire to see the vastness of the outside world.

He was young at heart and had long been living in Beiju Luzhou. He could no longer suppress his desire to explore. Upon hearing of this earth-shattering duel, he felt his blood boil and wished he could immediately spread his wings and fly to that place where the winds and clouds meet.

Seeing the eager look on the Peng Demon King's face, the Jiao Demon King nodded slightly:
"Alright! Brother Peng, let's go together!"

……

The old days.

The Great Sage of the Sea, the Flood Dragon Demon King, and the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, the Monkey King, together raised an army against Heaven at Flower Fruit Mountain, but were ultimately defeated.

The Monkey King, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, accepted the offer of amnesty from the Heavenly Court and went to serve as an official there.

Although the Great Sage of the Overturning Sea, the Flood Dragon Demon King, was taken away by the Demon Master Kunpeng, he was placed on the Heavenly Court's blacklist for his past acts of rebellion.

The Flood Dragon King was wanted by the Heavenly Court.

Therefore, the Flood Dragon Demon King could not reveal his true form to the outside world.

The Flood Dragon Demon King activated a secret technique of the demon race, concealing his aura. The arrogant and sharp edge of the former "Great Sage Who Overturned the Seas" was completely hidden, and his appearance became ordinary.

Only in the depths of his eyes lay an unyielding murderous aura and resolute determination.

The Peng Demon King also made a slight change, concealing some of the overly dazzling characteristics of the Peng, but the sharpness and pride that came from his bloodline could still be faintly detected.

"go!"

Two streaks of light silently shot into the sky, tearing through the thick, dark clouds and churning malevolent energy that had accumulated over the years above Beiju Luzhou, and sped toward the vast and boundless Western Sea.

……

Deep in the Western Sea.

The Dragon Palace of the West Sea stands majestically.

Its crystal palaces shimmered with light and color, and the pearls seemed to glow.

However, the atmosphere inside the palace was more somber and oppressive than usual.

Inside and outside the palace gates, turtles, soft-shelled turtles, alligators, carp, mandarin fish, and countless shrimp soldiers and crab soldiers, all clad in armor and armed with spears and halberds, stood in formation, ready to fight.

The patrolling sea yakshas moved back and forth, their eyes alert, the clanging of their armor crisp and cold.

As soon as the Jiao Demon King and the Peng Demon King entered the Western Sea territory, they were blocked by several patrolling yakshas.

"Who are you? Tell me your name!"

The leader of the Yakshas shouted a stern question, his steel fork gleaming coldly.

The Demon King of the Flood Dragon did not answer, but slowly took out an object—the very token engraved with the dragon pattern of the Western Sea that Ao Moang had given him in the past.

The token is ancient and simple, with lifelike dragon patterns that exude a faint dragon's might.

The commander of the sea patrol yakshas verified the token and sensed the pure dragon aura and the mark of the eldest prince, Ao Moang, contained within it. His expression immediately hardened, and he dared not be negligent in the slightest, respectfully clasping his hands in a salute.

"So you are the Crown Prince's distinguished guest! My apologies! Please follow me."

Led by the commander of the sea patrol yakshas, ​​the two demon kings, Jiao Demon King and Peng Demon King, passed through layers of guards and were led into a secluded side hall naturally carved from a giant red coral.

Inside the hall, pearl curtains hung, shimmering with a spiritual light, and rare and exotic plants adorned the space, isolating it from the harshness of the outside world.

Before long, steady and powerful footsteps approached from afar.

Ao Moang, dressed in a suit of gleaming silver armor, wielding a long spear and with a three-edged golden mace hanging at his waist, strode into the hall with the gait of a dragon and the stride of a tiger.

His face was resolute, with a deep sorrow and unwavering determination etched between his brows.

Following behind was none other than the little alligator dragon, Ao Tuo Jie.

At this moment, Ao Tuojie had long since shed his former spoiled and arrogant demeanor.

At this moment, Ao Tuojie had long since shed his former spoiled and arrogant ways, though his figure was slightly thinner due to grief.

But his eyes were like tempered steel, burning with deep-seated hatred and an almost cold composure.

The tragic death of his father and the devastating loss of his family served as a cruel whetstone, thoroughly refining the young man and transforming him completely. "Hahaha!"

Upon seeing the Flood Dragon Demon King, Ao Moang's eyes flashed with surprise. He strode forward, patted Mo Lang's shoulder heavily, and laughed:
"Mo Lang! You bastard, instead of meditating peacefully in Beiju Luzhou and comprehending your Overturning Sea Divine Power, why have you come to my Western Sea?"

"You should know that the name 'Great Sage Who Overturns the Seas' is still on the wanted list outside the South Heavenly Gate!"

"You're getting bolder and bolder!"

"Aren't you afraid of being captured by the Heavenly Court?"

His words revealed familiarity and concern, as well as a hint of worry for his close friend's safety.

Feeling the heavy force on his shoulder, the Flood Dragon Demon King grinned, shedding his disguise and revealing his true form.

Although the hidden ferocity was concealed as much as possible, it still caused the temperature inside the hall to drop several degrees.

The Flood Dragon Demon King laughed loudly:

"Am I, the Demon King Jiao, a person who is content with his lot?"

"I've heard that your Western Sea is in trouble, and storms are brewing. How can I sit idly by and do nothing?"

"I've come here specifically to lend you a hand."

"Don't worry, I've already concealed my whereabouts and won't cause you, the Crown Prince of the Western Sea, any trouble."

He glanced at Ao Tuojie, nodded slightly, and that was his way of greeting her.

As the saying goes:
It's easy to add flowers to brocade, but difficult to provide charcoal in the snow.

Upon hearing this, Ao Moang felt a surge of warmth in his heart, and punched the Flood Dragon King again, saying:
"Good brother! I, Ao Moang, will always remember your kindness! Thank you!"

Immediately, his gaze turned to the Roc Demon King, and he nodded in acknowledgment, showing respect for the Demon Master's Palace.
"The arrival of the Peng Demon King brothers truly brings honor to my West Sea Dragon Palace."

Ao Moang, Xiao Tuolong, Jiao Mowang, and Peng Mowang had already met during the Battle of Buzhou Yuan, so there was no need for further introductions.

Several people took their seats.

The clam maiden herself offered the unique nectar and delicacies of the Western Sea.

The jade cup was crystal clear, and the wine was emerald green, reflecting the brilliance of the pearls in the hall, a sight to behold.

However, the atmosphere at the banquet was like the undercurrents of the deep sea outside the hall, oppressive and heavy.

The Demon King of the Flood Dragon finished his wine, put down the jade cup, and asked seriously:

"Brother Moang, what exactly has happened that has escalated to the point of signing a life-or-death agreement and fighting to the death?"

"How could the Eight Immortals of the Daoist sect have such a deep-seated hatred with your Western Sea?"

The smile on Ao Moang's face vanished instantly, replaced by deep pain and icy rage.

He took a deep breath and spoke slowly:
"This matter is a long story, and it all stems from my uncle, the Jing River Dragon King Ao Yuan..."

“This group of Taoist immortals had some conflicts with my uncle, the Dragon King of the Jing River, in my early years.”

"later……"

Ao Moang spoke in a low voice, recounting how the Eight Immortals of Taoism, taking advantage of the Jing River Dragon King's absence at the invitation of his father, the West Sea Dragon King, to negotiate peace and leave the Jing River Water Palace vulnerable, secretly incited the fishermen of Chang'an to hunt and kill aquatic creatures and monsters in the Jing River, treating their lives as worthless...

How did the Eight Immortals of Taoism deceive the young and naive Alligator Dragon, setting up a treacherous gambling trap to lure him into their clutches...?

How did the Eight Immortals of Taoism use the imperial edict to force the Dragon King of the Jing River to take the blame for his son, ultimately resulting in his head being separated from his body and his tragic death on the execution platform, his blood staining the sky...?

Even the tragic circumstances of Ao Yuan, the Dragon King of the Jing River, being hastily buried after his death, with no name even daring to be inscribed on his tombstone... I will recount them one by one.

"Thus, the Jinghe Water Palace, which once dominated the eight rivers of Chang'an, is now reduced to nothing but my aunt and cousin, a widow and her son, who have fled in panic to seek refuge in the Western Sea..."

"Humph!"

Ao Moang slammed his hand on the table, causing the cups and saucers to tremble slightly, and his eyes blazed with fury.

"If they were to fight my uncle fairly and squarely, and my uncle were to be defeated and die, then my West Sea Dragon Clan would accept it, no matter how unwilling we are!"

"We dragons respect the strong!"

"How despicable are those Taoist immortals who use such despicable methods! Using mortals as weapons to slaughter my aquatic dragon race, this is the insidious 'using a borrowed knife to kill'!"

"They took advantage of my uncle's absence to deceive and bully my young cousin. This is shameless 'hurting someone from behind and bullying a young child'!"

"My poor uncle, a dignified rain god of the heavens, a proper dragon king, was so schemed against by a few Taoist immortals who had not yet ascended to heaven, and ended up with his head separated from his body, suffering the punishment in place of his son!"

"Even after death, they could only be buried hastily, and their names were not even engraved on their tombstones."

After speaking, Ao Moang looked at the little alligator dragon beside him, its fists clenched so tightly that its nails dug deep into its palms, and its eyes bloodshot red, and continued:

"My father was filled with grief and indignation, and could no longer bear it, so he made a life-or-death pact with them, and fought them fair and square!"

"To avenge my uncle."

"And for my dragon race... to fight for our lives!"

"Let the Three Realms see that my Dragon Clan is not a fish to be slaughtered!"

"The blood of my dragon race is not yet cold!"

The Demon King listened quietly, his expression solemn.

Although he was a demon and his actions were both righteous and wicked, he had his own pride in his bones and had always disdained such insidious tricks.

What Ao Moang said was truly outrageous.

The Demon King said in a deep voice:

"I see. Such behavior is indeed unpleasant and goes against one's principles."

He paused, his gaze sharpening as he looked at Ao Moang and the little alligator dragon:
"This is a matter for your Xihai family, and I cannot say more."

"However, we are bosom friends. We became acquainted through a fight in Beiju Luzhou. I, the Demon King Jiao, acknowledge this friendship!"

"I'm not here to judge right or wrong, I'm just here to lend you my support!"

The Flood Dragon King suddenly gripped the dark spear beside him, the spear emitting a humming sound as if it craved blood:
"If you need me, the Demon King Jiao, to take action, just say the word!"

"This spear in my hand has long been thirsting for blood! The God-Slaying Spear Technique is lacking divine blood to purify this spear!"

The little alligator dragon had seen the Flood Dragon King during the Battle of Buzhou Abyss and knew that the Flood Dragon King was a good friend of the Golden Horn King.

At that time, he had suffered a loss at the hands of King Jinjiao in the Battle of Buzhouyuan, being caught under his arm, looking utterly humiliated and losing all face.

At that time, young people were impetuous and had suffered losses, so it was inevitable that they harbored resentment.

But now and then.

Now that his father has died tragically and his family is destroyed, the youthful rivalry has long since vanished, leaving only the obsession with avenging his father.

A "fight for face" is nothing compared to a "murder of one's father."

His father had passed away, and his family was destroyed. He had long since shed his former unruly and arrogant ways, and had become more composed and resolute.

Little Dragon knew that the Flood Dragon King was incredibly powerful, and having such a strong ally would be a timely help in the upcoming life-or-death battle.

then.

The little alligator dragon took a deep breath, suppressing the surging blood and the stinging in its eyes, and stood up.

The little alligator dragon bowed deeply to the Flood Dragon Demon King and the Roc Demon King, his forehead almost touching the ground, and thanked them, saying:

"Dragon Demon King and Roc Demon King, I, Ao Tuojie, on behalf of my father's spirit in heaven and all the staff of the West Sea Dragon Palace, thank you for your great kindness in coming to our aid in this time of crisis!"

"I, Ao Tuojie, will forever remember this kindness!"

"If I am ever asked to serve in the future, I will gladly die for it!"

Xiao Tuolong spoke earnestly and from the bottom of his heart, carrying a weight and responsibility rarely seen in a young person.

Ao Moang was deeply grateful upon hearing the words of the Jiao Demon King.

In this world, there are many who kick someone when they're down and many who gloat over someone's misfortune.

It is easy to add icing on the cake, but it is difficult to send charcoal in the snow.

However, as the Crown Prince of the Western Sea, he was more thoughtful and far-sighted.

Ao Moang looked at the Flood Dragon King and said solemnly:

"Mo Lang, your kindness is deeply appreciated by Ao Moang and the entire Western Sea Dragon Clan! However..."

He paused, lowered his voice, and his expression became serious:

"Your identity is special; you are a wanted criminal issued a warrant by the Heavenly Court."

"The name 'Great Sage Dragon Demon King Who Overturns the Seas' is still hanging high on the Heavenly Court's wanted list."

"If you appear openly and honestly in my Western Sea camp and help me in battle."

“Even with a ‘life-or-death agreement’ in place, and the fate of both parties not being investigated, the Heavenly Court will surely use this as an excuse to attack my Western Sea afterward, and may even implicate the Demon Master’s Palace, making things difficult for your master.”

"The implications of this are extremely significant."

(End of this chapter)