33: Big demon, big demon

“Ugh… it hurts so much… Did that person with the knife cut my neck?”

Hasgard slowly got up, covering his injured neck, after finally waking from his coma.

A power unique to True Essence flowed around his wound, preventing him from recovering quickly.

However, this power was not very strong. He quickly used the power of his internal “Little Universe” to dispel all of it, and his body gradually began to recover.

“The people of this world are truly strong. Not only that guy with the strange blade, but even Shi Jingmo, who joined them, has become stronger!” Hasgard said in a deep voice, looking towards Flaming Mountain, “Is it because of the different Cultivation systems? I have pursued ultimate strength my entire life. Is that what I’m looking for? Do I really have to abandon the current illusion to gain greater power?”

“Gain… greater power? Kid, if you survive my hand, I will tell you the secret of ultimate power!”

The voice came from less than a meter behind Hasgard, and he had no idea when this person arrived or when he stood behind him.

This was a terrifyingly strong individual, strong enough to make him tremble. He hadn't felt such fear in a long time!

In the sunlight, the black shadow enveloped Hasgard's tall, two-meter-plus frame, indicating that the other person was even taller and more robust than him.

With pupils constricted, Hasgard suddenly turned around, and his Gigantic Horn shot out, but the immense power was like a stone sinking into the sea, disappearing without a trace.

A huge and powerful hand effortlessly dispelled his attack.

Then, the rough voice said indifferently: “Yang Jian has truly regressed over the years. Killing such a small fry would be a matter of three punches and two kicks… Hmm, kid, let me ask you, did you capture my wife?”

Hasgard could not hide the fear in his heart and raised both fists, about to unleash Titan Explosion, but the large hand did not give him a chance. The palm struck his head with the speed of lightning, and an immense force descended, smashing half of his body into the dirt. Before he lost consciousness, he couldn't even see the person's face, only a pair of long, black bull horns pointing straight up like his own helmet!

Inside the Flaming Mountain, Tang Ku and Nezha looked at the huge empty space before them, staring at each other.

“The treasure vault… where did it go?”

Tang Ku said with a twitching mouth.

“I don’t know either… Damn it, I should have taken more out!” Nezha stomped his foot in regret, “Damn it, to enter a treasure mountain and return empty-handed! That Human Seed Bag could have held all these Magic Treasures without a problem…”

“Regret is useless now!”

Tang Ku narrowed his eyes, looking upwards, and sneered, “It must be their leader who discovered our actions and directly took this treasure vault away!”

“There’s no trace of magical power…”

Yang Jian frowned slightly, “Does the opponent really have the ability to move such a large treasure vault without relying on magical power?”

Tang Ku clasped his hands together and said in a deep voice: “Don’t forget I told you before, besides powerful experts, they also have an armed force called ‘Technological Creations.’ If their technological development is high enough, achieving this is actually not difficult!”

Recalling many sci-fi movies he had seen before, Tang Ku increasingly felt that this possibility was very high.

Those teleportation devices… given their technological strength, they shouldn't be difficult to build!

“Forget it, forget it, I originally thought I could take more advantage!” Nezha slumped to the ground, saying helplessly.

“Amitabha, Nezha Benefactor, please calm down. Buddhism emphasizes following fate. If we don’t obtain these Magic Treasures, it is naturally because the karmic connection has not arrived!” Shi Jingmo chuckled, “So, why force it and invite trouble for yourself?”

“You’re quite open-minded!”

Nezha said with a wry smile, “I’ve been busy for so long and only got so little; I’m truly unwilling!”

Tang Ku was about to offer a few more words of persuasion when his ears suddenly twitched. He abruptly turned back and his pupils involuntarily constricted.

The ground seemed to tremble with an approaching person behind them. Yang Jian and the others only then came to their senses and looked in the direction Tang Ku was staring.

Outside the cave, a black figure was slowly walking in, dragging another black figure.

The black figure on the ground seemed very heavy. The person grabbed his ankle, and his body dragged a long, dozens-of-centimeters-long mark on the ground. The setting sun behind him cast a long shadow, but his face was unclear.

However, Tang Ku’s eyes clearly saw the upright bull horns and a half-human, half-bull face.

Everyone fell silent!

Shi Jingmo was silent because the one being dragged in, whose life or death was unknown, was Hasgard, who was one of his few friends when he was a Saint Seiya.

The other three were silent because they knew the person who had arrived, and knew him very well.

His face was very distinctive; you couldn't help but recognize him!

“Hehehe, you are all here, that’s good…”

The person’s voice was rough and powerful, vibrating the cave from that distance, “You are all prominent figures, so give Old Bull an explanation!”

This time, Tang Ku truly gave a wry smile.

The person who came was indeed the Bull Demon King, the legendary Great Demon who was on equal terms with Monkey King, the sworn elder brother of the seven brothers, known as the Great Sage Who Pacifies Heaven!

Old Bull quickly approached, and only at such a close distance could one feel the oppressive presence brought by his massive body. His height, nearly two meters, forced the others to look up at him.

However, fortunately, this person had no intention of moving forward. Instead, he threw down Hasgard, cracked his knuckles, and then cupped his fists, saying: “Everyone, was my wife, Rakshasa, captured by you? If she committed some heinous crime, Old Bull guarantees here that he is willing to bear it alone!”

Nezha, however, stepped forward and said indifferently: “Bull Demon King, what makes you say we captured Princess Iron Fan? I think it’s because you haven’t returned to Cuiyun Mountain for too long, and Princess Iron Fan doesn’t want to be with you anymore!”

Old Bull’s pair of dark, round eyes glared at Nezha, then he narrowed his eyes slightly and said: “Third Prince, are you perhaps trying to take advantage of me? Hehe, although Old Bull is a bit slow, he’s not a fool. The aura of the Palm Leaf Fan is clearly on you, so why argue?”

Nezha was already fuming over the loss of those treasures, and the Bull Demon King's provocation was exactly what he wanted. He immediately jumped up and sneered at Old Bull: “Haha, good monster, this Palm Leaf Fan is in this Prince’s hand. If you have the ability, come and snatch it, damn it, that monster just now wasn’t enough to satisfy me…”

As he spoke, his Fire Tipped Spear appeared in his hand, and he was about to go fight Old Bull to the death.

Old Bull was not to be outdone. A shiny silver iron staff, as thick as a normal person’s arm, suddenly appeared in his hand. He pointed at Nezha and said: “Third Prince, have you perhaps forgotten that if I don’t reveal my true form, you may not be my match!”