A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

On the ground, the old wolf also heard the commotion. It stopped, raised its furry head, squinted at the sky, and then looked down at the "bald chicken" on the ground.

The wolf looked bewildered.

It scratched its ear with its paw, and in a muffled, uncertain voice, called out to its old friend in the sky:

"Hey, no... you're an old hand..."

"When did you end up having this illegitimate child?"

"But I have to say, isn't your taste a bit too unique? This look is rather shabby, isn't it? It doesn't match your all-gold outfit at all!"

Does your wife know about this?

"boom--!!!"

The golden light on the old Golden-Winged Roc, which was originally as bright as the blazing sun, suddenly surged!

The terrifying demonic power erupted like a runaway volcano, turning the surrounding sky a dazzling gold!

He slowly lowered his head, and his once sharp and majestic golden eyes were now filled with terrifying bloodshot veins.

He slowly and deliberately turned towards the old wolf on the ground, who was still chattering incessantly and frantically finishing off the enemy.

That look in his eyes was as if he wanted to devour the old wolf alive.

He spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice hoarse as if squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with overwhelming anger and a near-collapse of madness:

"I, fucking, damn it..."

"That's...my...son!!!"

"And he's her biological son! Her only child! Her sole heir!!!"

After shouting that, he seemed to feel that it wasn't enough to vent his anger, nor enough to make this clueless, stupid wolf understand the seriousness of the situation.

He suddenly raised a golden wing that was also trembling slightly with anger, and pointed the wingtip in another direction—

Pointing to the pile of minced meat, which gleamed eerily in the moonlight and was completely unrecognizable as what it once was, chopped into a pulp.

He almost roared, howling at the old wolf on the ground:

"You still have the nerve to spout nonsense here?!"

"You! Open your dog eyes wide and take a good look! Take a good look!!"

"That puddle on the ground over there! That mess of minced meat!!"

"Smell that! Look at the shape of those bone fragments!!"

"Doesn't it look just like your dog, the one that's always showing off and marking its territory everywhere?! Puppy!!!"

Old Wolf: "...???"

The wicked smile on its face froze instantly.

Following the direction pointed by the old golden-winged roc's wings, he turned little by little.

Its gaze fell upon the mosaic-like object lying quietly in the moonlight.

The air suddenly became eerily quiet.

The old wolf subconsciously sniffed and took two deep breaths.

Hiss—this taste…

Familiar with.

That looks so damn familiar!

It's that unique, flamboyant, and annoyingly sassy vibe that comes from your own kid.

The pile of minced meat on the ground was so badly damaged that it was unrecognizable...

That son of his looks like the neighbor's son, and he makes him angry just looking at him!

"..."

The old wolf's large, copper-bell-shaped eyes instantly became covered with scarlet blood vessels at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Yes, he doesn't really like his own son.

He looks just like that lazy, good-for-nothing dog next door, and his personality is just as silly. Aside from causing trouble, he doesn't seem to amount to anything.

Dislike is one thing, dislike is another, and dislike is yet another—

What father in the world would be happy to see his own child turned into a pile of minced meat?!

"roar--!!!"

A low, violent howl, as if squeezed from the deepest part of a throat, had not yet fully erupted.

Old Wolf's gaze was firmly fixed on the actions of the guys next to him.

and many more……

What are those bastards doing?!

He watched helplessly as the monster next to the kid in the 749 uniform squatted beside the pile of minced meat, skillfully...

Making meatballs?!

Yes, it's making meatballs! Just like the pork vendors at the market, they take the minced meat that originally belonged to their son, roll it into evenly sized meatballs!

Then, toss it casually—

"Splash, splash."

The meatballs, still stained with blood, traced a few not-so-graceful arcs and landed precisely in the steaming, medicinal-scented alchemy furnace next to them!

This is outrageous!

They chopped up his son, then shaped him into meatballs and put him in a hot pot right in front of his father?!

Is this something a carbon-based organism could possibly do?!

"Awooo—!!! I'll fuck your ancestors!!!"

Old Wolf has completely gone mad.

He stomped his four paws on the ground, digging four large holes in the hard earth.

Its massive body, like a black cannonball fired from a gun, charged towards Ji Zuodao and the group of monsters with a furious rage and a bloody wind that could destroy everything!

Almost at the same time, the old Golden-Winged Roc in the sky also let out a furious roar that tore through the clouds!

"Eh-!!!"

He watched helplessly as his own son was plucked like a chicken feather, and now the old wolf's cub was being rolled into a ball right in front of him!

This isn't just a slap in the face, it's like pressing their old faces to the ground and rubbing them back and forth with a shoe sole smeared with feces!

"Die, you son of a bitch!!!"

With a sudden flap of its golden wings, it moved so fast that it drew a blinding golden line in the air. Its incomparably sharp killing intent swept downwards like a tangible golden storm!

He was going to tear those ignorant fools below, along with that damned alchemy furnace, to shreds!

Behind them, the old men who had been forcibly dragged there were also pale-faced and shivering.

If the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold too!

Today, the people from Bureau 749 dared to chop up the sons of two demon kings and cook them in hot pot in front of them. Tomorrow, they'll dare to skewer them and roast them over a fire!

If they don't all work together to suppress this evil force, how the hell will these old guys ever be able to survive in Jinghai and the demon realm again?!

"Fuck him!"

"Attack together!"

Several streams of demonic energy, each a different color but equally powerful and domineering, soared into the sky, following closely behind the old Golden-Winged Roc and the old wolf.

Seeing the several demon kings charging towards him with bloodshot eyes, Ji Zuodao didn't even lift his eyelids.

afraid?

What's there to be afraid of?

He's only at the Divine Power Realm; it's not like we haven't fought him before.

Besides...

He slowly picked at his ear and looked up at the sky.

This is quite a spectacle, and it's not his place to make the first move.

High in the sky, far, far away.

An inconspicuous little black dot is growing larger and falling rapidly at a speed that defies the laws of physics.

It started as a sesame seed, then grew into a soybean in the blink of an eye, and then became as big as a millstone in the blink of an eye!

And it's getting bigger and bigger!

The old Golden-Winged Roc, who was charging ahead in anger, was the first to notice something was wrong, thanks to the bird demon king's excellent eyesight and instinctive perception of high-altitude dynamics.

He suddenly raised his neck, and his sharp golden eyes instantly locked onto the approaching and growing dark figure.

What is that? A meteorite? No! This aura…

When he finally made out the outline of the dark figure—

His bird-like pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints!

The golden light emanating from its entire body caused it to tremble violently in fright!

That...that is...

A mountain!

A building, entirely black and jagged with strange rocks, but now its surface is densely covered and flowing with dark red, scorching magma and flames—

Flaming Mountain!

It was burning and roaring, crashing down on them, the demon kings, with the force of Mount Tai pressing down and a meteorite falling from the sky!

"Fuck you!!!"

The old Golden-Winged Roc was so frightened that he forgot all about killing the bastards below.

It flapped its wings frantically with all its might, spewing out golden demonic power as if it were free, trying to escape this deadly fiery mountain!