Tiger King: The tiger cub who picked up the head at the beginning turned out to be the reincarnation

Chapter 182: The Head of an Ancient Mighty One! Opportunity!
In the consciousness of the inheritor of Lei Jun.

The owner of this broken arm was an immortal king in ancient times who was as dazzling as the blazing sun in the sky.

It was an existence that made heaven and earth tremble.

The power of the Immortal King can cause the galaxies to turn upside down and the mountains and seas to collapse. The power between his gestures seems to be able to rewrite the order of the universe and reshape the rules of the world.

However, at this moment, only this lonely broken arm remains, exuding endless sense of death and destruction in this dilapidated heavenly palace.

His whole body was shaking violently like a sieve, every hair on his body stood up due to extreme fear, and cold sweat poured down, instantly soaking his clothes.

His lips trembled constantly and his eyes were filled with fear of the doomsday disaster.

"This... this is a sign of the end of the world! Even the Immortal King has ended up like this, how can we... how can we survive..."

His voice was broken and trembling, as if he would be completely swallowed up by the abyss of fear in the next moment.

But those demon kings, whose hearts were blinded by greed and whose minds were corroded, only saw the power contained in the broken arm and didn't care about the potential catastrophic disaster.

The way they looked at the broken arm was like a hungry wolf seeing a fat lamb, with the fire of desire burning in their eyes, almost crazy.

This broken arm is not a death knell, but a ladder to the supreme hegemony and peak of power, and a mysterious fairy island with endless treasures.

Even if there is a bottomless abyss ahead, it cannot stop them from rushing towards this fatal temptation like moths to a flame.

"This broken arm is mine. If anyone dares to fight with me for it, I will kill him!"

A huge demon king, seemingly insane, pounced towards the surrounding demon kings.

The Fire Phoenix Demon King standing by also had his sanity burned out by the fire of greed, and his whole body was in flames as if it was covered in oil.

With a loud bang, the price surged several times.

The Fire Phoenix Demon King spread his gorgeous yet deadly wings and shouted, "Humph! How dare you, a fool like you, get your hands on this? Only I am worthy of owning this broken arm. It is mine!"

Before he finished speaking, he flapped his wings violently, and countless flaming arrows shot towards the demon king like meteors and fire rain.

Those flaming arrows seemed like messengers from purgatory, carrying with them a majestic momentum to destroy everything. Wherever they passed, space was burned with tiny cracks, like a broken mirror.

Apart from that, the battles between other demon kings are still thrilling.

Driven by greed, the huge body of the Longicorn Demon King rushed like black lightning, opened its bloody mouth, and spewed out a tornado like the roar of an angry dragon.

The tornado was like a giant dragon that swallowed the sky and the earth, containing powerful spiritual power enough to shatter mountains and rivers, and it rolled towards the Golden Lion Demon King.

Under the temptation of such huge profits, other demon kings around also joined the melee.

In an instant, the sounds of shouting, screaming, and roaring in the Heavenly Palace intertwined together, like a symphony of death from the depths of hell, the sound was deafening.

Blood splattered on the ancient walls like a fountain, blending with the mysterious and obscure runes, as if adding an even bloodier color to this extremely cruel battle.

On the ground of the Heavenly Palace, broken limbs and arms piled up like mountains. Those demon kings who were once majestic and arrogant have now become sacrifices to this greedy feast, and are driven to destruction by desire.

Jiang Che was not confused by the broken arm. His eyes were as deep as the abyss, revealing a calmness and wisdom beyond that of ordinary people.

While the other demon kings were struggling with the broken arm, he and Ji Ruxue looked at each other.

Then, the two of them, like two silent ghosts, quietly left the chaotic and bloody battlefield and walked towards the deeper part of the Heavenly Palace.

Suddenly, they saw several secret treasures dropped on the ground.
"Come in and take a look!"

Jiang Che said excitedly.

Some of these secret treasures emit a soft light, like the twinkling stars in the night sky.

Jiang Che and Ji Ruxue were delighted when they saw this, and they unconsciously quickened their pace.

There was a gleam of excitement in his eyes.

Jiang Che's eyes first fell on a magical weapon that was emitting a strange light. The magical weapon was shaped like a shield and was about one person tall. The surface of the shield was as smooth as a mirror, like a pool of autumn water, and was engraved with ancient patterns.

Jiang Che excitedly raised his paw to grab the shield.

However, the moment he touched the shield.

The seemingly indestructible magic weapon instantly turned into powder like foam and slipped through his fingers.

Jiang Che's face was filled with astonishment and disappointment. He stared blankly at the little bit of powder left in his hand and muttered to himself, "How could this be..."

Ji Ruxue sighed helplessly, and the excitement in her eyes quickly dimmed like a shooting star.

"Maybe it's because it's been too long!"

They continued to explore forward and found that all the secret treasures around them had been corroded and decayed by the ruthless hand of time.

Some magic weapons were supposed to be shining swords.

The original brilliance of the sword had long since disappeared, leaving only a dull and dilapidated state.

With a slight touch, the sword shattered into powder and drifted away with the wind, leaving only a faint regret lingering in the air.

Just as they were about to leave, a huge head appeared in front of them without warning, blocking their way.

The head exudes an ancient and awe-inspiring aura.

Although its face is a little blurry, one can still see its former majesty, like a sleeping king.

Those tightly closed eyes seemed to contain endless wisdom; the high nose bridge and tightly closed lips showed his perseverance during his lifetime.

Her hair fell like a black waterfall, and every strand seemed to contain a mysterious and ancient power, as if it could communicate between heaven and earth.

Jiang Che was shocked and blurted out: "Could this head be part of the broken arm?"

"It's possible!"

Ji Ruxue also nodded solemnly and prepared for battle.

Before they could think about it, the head suddenly launched an attack.

I saw the head slowly open its eyes. There were no eyeballs in the eyes, only two burning blue flames.

The head opened wide.

Roar!
A powerful spiritual power impact swept towards Jiang Che and Ji Ruxue like a surging tsunami.

"not good!"

Jiang Che was startled and quickly used his spiritual power to resist. A spiritual power shield quickly formed in front of him.

However, when the spiritual power impact came into contact with the shield, Jiang Che only felt a force as if millions of mountains were pressing down on him.

The force was so overwhelming that it made his blood boil. His throat felt sweet and he almost vomited blood.

When Ji Ruxue saw Jiang Che in danger, she hurriedly cast magic to help him.

After the two men fought with the head for several rounds, they felt more and more that the power of the head was unfathomable.

Jiang Che realized that there was still a trace of soul left in the head.

The breath of the soul was intermittent, like a candle in the wind, which could go out at any time.

Suddenly, a gleam of light flashed in Jiang Che's eyes.

If we can get this head, perhaps we can obtain the inheritance of this ancient powerful man from it.

(End of this chapter)