Chapter 87 Stealing my pillow? You're asking for it!

"Rumble—!!!"

The earth was wailing, and the sky was trembling.

That black beam of light shattered completely, turning into countless hideous black Dragons that circled and roared in the air.

A terrifying pressure, as if coming from the ancient primordial era, descended like Mount Tai pressing down, instantly forcing all creatures within a hundred miles to the ground.

"Pfft!"

Little Fatty Chen, who was running wildly, spat out a mouthful of blood, his whole body pressed directly into the snow, unable to move.

"Chen... Brother Chen... I feel like my bones are about to shatter..."

Little Fatty Chen's face turned the color of a pig's liver, and every inch of his skin was oozing blood.

Iliya's situation was even worse. Although she was a beast-kin, as the target locked onto by the Demon Lord, eighty percent of that pressure was directed at her.

"Ugh!"

She let out a muffled groan, her legs went soft, and she knelt directly on the ground. The nine tails behind her hung down powerlessly, and her originally beautiful face was now as pale as paper.

"Father... He has come..."

Iliya's voice was filled with despair.

Only Jiang Chen remained standing straight.

The faint purple halo on his body acted like a protective film, isolating that terrifying pressure.

But he wasn't having an easy time either.

That feeling was like having someone place ten thousand subwoofers next to his ears, shaking his brain until it ached.

"So noisy..."

Jiang Chen frowned and reached out to rub his temples. "Does this old thing have to make such a big scene when he appears? Is he afraid people won't know he's a villain?"

"Hehehe..."

A creepy, weird laugh came from the air.

"Little human bug, you ran quite fast."

Black mist churned, and a withered, thin figure slowly emerged.

He was wearing a tattered black robe, his figure was hunched, and his face was covered in black markings like centipedes. His eyes, one pitch-black as ink and the other blood-red as fire, radiated endless evil and greed.

Black Fiend Demon Lord!

"How many years has it been... This seat has finally seen the light of day again!"

The Demon Lord took a deep breath, revealing an intoxicated expression. "This air filled with fear... it's truly delicious."

His gaze slowly moved downward, eventually landing on Iliya, who was kneeling on the ground.

"My good daughter... why don't you kneel and pay respects when you see your Father?"

The Demon Lord's voice was full of mockery. "What? Did you forget your own Bloodline just because you followed a human pretty boy?"

"I don't know you!"

Iliya gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with hatred. "You are not my Father! You are a demon who used Possession on my Father's body!"

"A demon?"

The Demon Lord laughed loudly. "This world has always been about the weak being prey to the strong. Your Father was too weak, so he became my nourishment. And you..."

He reached out a withered finger and pointed through the air.

"You possess the purest Celestial Fox Bloodline. As long as I devour you, this seat can restore my Peak strength, or even go further! Isn't this your honor?"

"Don't even think about it!"

Iliya shouted, struggling to stand up and resist.

But in the face of absolute strength, her resistance seemed so laughable.

"Come here!"

The Demon Lord grabbed with his palm.

A massive suction force appeared out of thin air, directly lifting Iliya into the air and pulling her toward him.

"Ah! Help!"

Iliya struggled desperately in the air, but that force was like iron pincers, completely impossible to shake.

"Brother Chen! Save me!"

She looked at Jiang Chen in despair; he was her only hope.

Jiang Chen sighed.

He originally didn't want to take action. After all, the opponent was an S-rank big BOSS; fighting would definitely be tiring, and it would dirty his clothes.

But...

"Stealing my body pillow? That's going a bit too far."

Jiang Chen raised his head, his originally lazy eyes now becoming exceptionally cold.

"Old thing, let go of that girl."

Jiang Chen's voice was not loud, but with the enhancement of Mental Energy, it clearly spread across the entire scene. "That is my private property."

"Hmm?"

The Demon Lord paused, looking down at the tiny human.

"Are you speaking to this seat?"

The Demon Lord acted as if he had heard a joke. "A mere ant in the Grandmaster Realm dares to spout nonsense in front of this seat? It seems you are tired of living."

"An ant?"

Jiang Chen laughed.

He slowly reached out and pulled that starry-blue pillow from his embrace.

"I am an ant, that's true. But do you know..."

Jiang Chen gently patted the pillow. "Some ants are ones you cannot afford to provoke."

【Ding! Detected that the host's property is under severe threat!】

【Judgment: S-rank robbery behavior.】

【Activated State: Food-Guarding Mad Demon.】

【Skill Enabled: Borrowing Divinity!】

Hum!

The starlight on the pillow suddenly shone brightly.

An aura that was weak, yet extremely pure, noble, and inviolable, permeated from the pillow.

That was... the Empress's aura!

The Demon Lord's originally mocking expression froze instantly.

In that pitch-black eye, there was actually a look of deep... fear?

"This... this aura..."

The Demon Lord's voice was trembling. "Impossible! She has been gone for thousands of years! How could she possibly appear again?!"

"Nothing is impossible."

Borrowing this aura, Jiang Chen's body slowly rose into the air, standing in a distant standoff with the Demon Lord.

"Old thing, I'll give you a chance."

Jiang Chen pointed at Iliya. "Put her down, then roll back into your hole. I can pretend nothing happened."

"Otherwise..."

Jiang Chen's eyes turned cold, and the pillow in his hand transformed into a purple light sword.

"I will dismantle your old bones and feed them to the dogs!"

"Arrogant!"

The Demon Lord was enraged.

Although that aura made him wary, he could see that it was just a wisp of Divine Thought remaining on the object, not the person herself.

"A wisp of a remnant soul wants to scare this seat away? Dream on!"

The Demon Lord roared, black Qi surging from his body, transforming into a massive black hand that blotted out the sky, slapping down fiercely towards Jiang Chen.

"Go to hell!"

This palm contained the full power of an S-rank powerhouse. Space itself twisted under this palm, emitting an unbearable groan.

Jiang Chen did not dodge.

He couldn't dodge anyway.

But he also didn't try to resist it head-on.

He just did one action—

He raised the pillow in his hand and blocked it above his head.

"Empress sister, I'm counting on you!"

Jiang Chen silently recited in his heart.

Boom—!!!

The black hand slapped fiercely onto the pillow.

The scene of Jiang Chen being slapped into meat paste, as expected, did not occur.

On the contrary.

That seemingly soft pillow actually erupted with an extremely brilliant purple light!

The light was like the rising sun, instantly dispelling the surrounding darkness.

"Ah!!!"

The Demon Lord let out a miserable scream; that black hand, as if it had touched a red-hot branding iron, was instantly melted by the purple light.

"This... this is the power of Law?! How is it possible! How can there be the power of Law inside a pillow?!"

The Demon Lord retreated in terror, looking at the unharmed youth who was even yawning, his heart filled with absurdity.

He, a dignified S-rank Demon Lord, was actually beaten back by a pillow?

"I already told you to get lost."

Jiang Chen hugged the pillow back to his chest and patted the dust off it. "You just had to force me to take action."

He glanced at Iliya, who was still floating in the air and had been scared silly, and crooked his finger.

"Come here."

Iliya only felt her body lighten, and the force binding her disappeared. She instinctively flew toward Jiang Chen and dove into his arms.

"Wuwuwu... I was scared to death..."

Iliya hugged Jiang Chen's waist, crying with pear blossoms in the rain.

"Alright, alright, stop crying, you're getting snot on my clothes."

Jiang Chen pushed her head away in disgust, but didn't actually push her away.

He looked at the Demon Lord in the distance, a provocative smile curling on his lips.

"Old thing, do you still want to fight?"

"If not, I'm going back to sleep."

The Demon Lord stared fixedly at Jiang Chen, the red light in his eyes flickering uncertainly.

He wanted to kill.

But he didn't dare.

The power inside that pillow was too strange; it was power specifically meant to restrain him. If he were in his prime, he might not be afraid, but he had just broken the seal, and he didn't even have one-tenth of his strength left...

"Good! Very good!"

The Demon Lord took a deep breath, suppressing the fury in his heart.

"Human, this seat will remember you."

"We will settle this account slowly!"

After speaking, his figure flickered, turning into a wisp of black smoke, and he dived directly back into the ground fissure.

He ran?

An S-rank Demon Lord was actually scared away?

Little Fatty Chen on the ground watched, dumbfounded.

"Brother Chen... aren't you too awesome? You scared away the Demon Lord with just a pillow?"

"Just average, third in the world."

Jiang Chen landed on the ground, put Iliya down, then his body went soft, and he slumped directly onto the ground.

"I'm exhausted..."

That move just now, although it was borrowing power, also consumed a massive amount of his Mental Energy. Now, he felt like his brain was about to explode.

"Quick! Little Fatty! Carry me back!"

Jiang Chen said weakly, "I want to sleep! Immediately! Right now!"

"Alright!"

Little Fatty Chen didn't say a word, carried Jiang Chen on his back, and ran.

Iliya followed behind, looking at the youth who was already snoring on the fatty's back, her eyes becoming incomparably gentle.

"Thank you... Master."

She said silently in her heart.

Although this Master is a bit lazy, a bit bad, and likes to use her as a body pillow.

But...

He is really reliable.

In the wind, Jiang Chen's slurred sleep talk came through:

"Next time... I must make him pay compensation... for mental damages..."