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

The old Golden-Winged Roc King watched helplessly as his unfortunate offspring...

Its magnificent golden feathers had been plucked off completely, and now those little demons were using knives to slice it piece by piece, their skillful technique rivaling that of a Peking duck chef at Quanjude.

Its bird heart was absolutely burning with anxiety!

Row!

You guys at Jinghai 749 are good at labeling people, aren't you?

So only you humans know this trick? We demons are just idiots, we don't know how to use it, huh?

The old bird steeled itself, stiffened its neck, and channeled all its demonic power. Its hoarse voice, filled with grief and indignation, roared directly at the refined middle-aged man on the cloud:

"Zhang Yucheng!"

"You humans have so cruelly mistreated my demon race, so humiliated my son—"

"Aren't you afraid that the human and demon races will completely break off relations and start a war between the two races?!"

"By then, rivers of blood will flow, and countless lives will be lost. Can your Bureau 749 bear the consequences?! Can your Han Dynasty bear the consequences?!"

This accusation of "initiating a war between the two races" is undeniably significant and ruthless.

In the past, when the demon race dealt with Bureau 749 and the human court, they would occasionally bring up the "righteous cause" when they encountered unbearable pressure. This would often make the other party hesitate to act rashly and leave them some room to maneuver.

The old Golden-Winged Roc King was also driven to desperation, and once again roared out his trump card.

Above the clouds.

Upon hearing this roar, Zhang Yucheng's perpetually icy expression seemed to soften slightly.

The corners of his mouth twitched upwards very subtly.

That wasn't a smile, but it was more intriguing than a smile.

really.

That old fox, he's using that trick again.

Before, it sounded a bit daunting, since the label of "war between two races" was something everyone had to think twice about.

Now...

Some tricks lose their effectiveness if overused.

Zhang Yucheng spoke slowly.

The voice wasn't loud, but it clearly carried throughout the entire battlefield, carrying a sense of composure as if one had everything under control, and a hint of almost imperceptible mockery.

"Old bird."

"What nonsense are you spouting there?"

Zhang Yucheng spoke calmly, even with a hint of patient persuasion, as if he were reasoning with an ignorant child:

"How have we humans treated you demons?"

"Did you see us humans make a move?"

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"..."

"..."

The old Golden-Winged Roc King was taken aback by the question.

The bird didn't quite grasp the idea for a moment.

It instinctively looked down at its son—

The golden-feathered bird's bare body was indeed being sliced ​​into roast duck.

But he could be holding a knife...

The person handing out condiments...

The one in charge of tending the fire...

A whole bunch of monsters!

Even the plucking of feathers, bloodletting, and making dumplings later on were all done by monsters!

And looking at their technique and coordination, it was so skillful it was heartbreaking!

"This...this..."

The old Golden-Winged Roc King opened his mouth, but the rest of his words got stuck in his throat.

Oh shit!

I was so focused on feeling sorry for my son and being consumed by anger that I didn't even notice this fatal detail!

Humans definitely didn't do it themselves!

It's a bunch of monsters cooking with such gusto!

That hat is buttoned crooked!

No, it completely missed the mark!

What are these monsters up to? Why are they helping 749?

"You bastard!"

The old Golden-Winged Roc King instantly transferred all his anger and resentment to the group of wicked monsters below, his golden pupils almost spitting fire:

"What are you doing?!"

"They're both demons, yet they're helping humans and harming their own kind like this?!"

"You kill each other, aiding and abetting evil! Do you want to be despised by all demons and never be reincarnated?!"

Its roar contained the oppressive power of a demon king, rolling like thunder. If it were an ordinary lesser demon, it would have been so frightened that it would have wet itself and knelt down begging for mercy.

however.

The thirty or so monsters below were doing various tasks: some were slicing duck, some were handing out condiments, and some were tending the fire...

He didn't even lift his head.

It was as if the old Golden-Winged Roc King's angry question was just a trivial fart.

Yuan Xiaotong even sped up his work, tearing Jin Yu's two thighs off!

"Sizzle—!"

The sound of flesh being torn apart sent chills down the spines of all the demon kings.

Yuan Xiaotong casually tore apart the two still-muscular, twitching bird legs like he was tearing apart a chicken, then tossed them aside.

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

It was accurately thrown into the bubbling, fragrant alchemy furnace next to it.

The soup splashed up.

The aroma is even stronger now.

"..."

The old Golden-Winged Roc King's eyes widened in fury, and his golden feathers trembled with rage.

"presumptuous!"

"Are you looking for death?!"

"Do you really think I wouldn't dare kill you?!"

Faced with this furious roar filled with murderous intent, Yuan Xiaotong finally stopped what he was doing.

He slowly wiped the oil and bird blood off his hands.

Then, he slowly raised his head.

There was not a trace of fear in those eyes, only an almost indifferent calm.

He glanced indifferently at the enraged old Golden-Winged Roc King in the sky.

Then, in a flat, monotone tone, as if reciting a menu, he began to speak:

"My father is the White Ape Demon King."

"His title is: Great Sage Who Guards the Mountains."

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"..."

"..."

The air fell silent once again.

The old Golden-Winged Roc King's raging anger and murderous intent were drenched in a bucket of liquid nitrogen at minus two hundred degrees Celsius with a "sizzle," leaving him completely chilled.

Zhenyue...The Great Sage?!

Not only him, but the other demon kings who were just as angry and ready to reprimand him also gasped in unison!

The Demon King and the Great Sage are two different concepts!

The Great Sage must be the Demon King, but the Demon King is not necessarily the Great Sage.

The title of "Demon King" is an honorific for a powerful individual capable of leading a group of at least a thousand demons.

And the Great Sage—

That is a supreme title that only the strongest person in each race can obtain!

The White Ape Demon King, also known as the Great Sage Who Guards the Mountains—

This means that he is the undisputed strongest among the apes! He is one of the very few beings standing at the very top of the demon race's food chain!

An old monster of this caliber could make even ordinary demon kings tremble with fear if it sneezed!

however.

This is not over yet.

After announcing his arrival, Yuan Xiao seemed to feel he hadn't said enough, and added in his usual calm tone:

"Try touching me!"

Try?

Try me, you son of a bitch!

The old Golden-Winged Roc King felt like a million grass mud horses were galloping through his mind.

Try it and you'll die!

If it dares to touch a single hair on the head of this Great Sage of the Mountain, tomorrow the entire Golden-Winged Roc clan will be wiped off the map by that notoriously irritable Great Sage of the Ape Clan!

Just when the old Golden-Winged Roc King was in a bind, so embarrassed he could carve out a three-bedroom apartment with his claws—

"My mother is the Azure Phoenix Demon King."

Beside it, the Qingni, which had been quietly crouching, its feathers shimmering, slowly raised its head, its voice clear and melodious, but the content was equally frightening:

"His name is Azure Nether Great Sage."

"My father is the Crimson Flood Dragon Demon King." Ao Yan snorted, "His title is Great Sage Burning Heaven."

"My ancestor, the Xuan Turtle Demon King." Turtle Wannian slowly poked his head out of his shell a little, "His title is Great Sage of the Vast Ocean."

"My father is the Golden Toad Demon King, also known as the Great Sage Who Communicates with Divine Power."

"My father..."

"My mother..."

"My ancestor..."

One by one.

More than thirty monsters, unhurriedly and methodically, began to recite the names of the dishes... ah no, they were reciting the names of their parents and grandparents!

And each one is more frightening than the last!

Each title is followed by the prestigious title of "Great Sage".

Great Sage Who Guards the Mountains, Great Sage Who Conquers the Azure Sky, Great Sage Who Burns the Heavens, Great Sage Who Conquers the Vast Ocean, Great Sage Who Communicates with the Divine, Great Sage Who Overturns the Seas, Great Sage Who Devours the Heavens...

The names of more than thirty Great Sages echoed, collided, and overlapped in the night sky over this desolate western suburb...

Like more than thirty invisible mountains, one after another, crashing down on the hearts, foreheads, and crowns of the old Golden-Winged Roc, the old wolf, and several other demon kings.

They were smashed until they were dizzy and their livers and gallbladders trembled!

These great sages are legends among the demon race.

This is fucking...

Did they stir up trouble with the second generation of demons?!

How come they all have such powerful backgrounds?!

Any random parent or grandparent could be a super-ruthless character who would make them kneel down and call him "Dad"!

How can we fight like this?

How can I get revenge now?

Try touching them and see what happens?

Try it and your whole family will be together!

The old Golden-Winged Roc was completely numb at this moment.

Moved?

I dare not move at all!

Now it doesn't even dare to breathe loudly, let alone make a move!

They were afraid that if they breathed too loudly, they might disturb some of the great sage's son or daughter.

If its parents come knocking on its door later, it's probably not going to keep its feathers; they'll be plucked clean and used to make feather dusters!

No demon king suspected they were lying; words can deceive, but their terrifying bloodline cannot.

Just as the demon kings turned ashen-faced, broke out in a cold sweat, and wished they could disappear on the spot—

Having defeated forty-nine sisters to gain the opportunity, Su Xiaoxiao nestled beside Ji Zuodao, taking small bites of the meatballs Ji Zuodao fed her. Her face flushed and her eyes were filled with seductive allure as she ate, finally swallowing the last bite.

She stuck out her pink little tongue and licked her rosy lips with lingering satisfaction.

Then, she floated up gently and stood in mid-air.

Under the moonlight, her figure was graceful and her face was exquisite, like a fairy under the moon.

But at this moment, there was not a trace of coquetry on her face, only an awe-inspiring and unapproachable majesty.

While the demon kings were trembling with fear and wondering which great sage's daughter this was—

Su Xiaoxiao flipped her hand over.

In his palm was a roll of yellow paper that looked ordinary and even a little old.

The scroll was tied with a red ribbon, on which some ancient and mysterious patterns seemed to be embroidered.

Su Xiaoxiao coldly glanced at those demon kings.

Her red lips parted slightly.

The voice was clear and crisp, yet carried an air of authority.

"By imperial decree."