3: Chapter 3: Chasing the Nine-Headed Lion, but Encountering the Young Desolate Emperor

"You're courting death!" Stared at with the gaze one uses for food, the Nine-Headed Lion was thoroughly enraged.

It let out a roar, the sound waves transforming into tangible golden ripples that shattered the rocks for miles around.

"Lion's Roar!" This was a great divine ability capable of shattering a person's soul.

However, facing these terrifying sound waves, Wang Teng moved.

There was no nonsense, no probing, and he didn't even use any precious technique runes.

"Boom!" The earth instantly collapsed into a giant pit several zhang deep. Wang Teng's figure vanished into thin air.

Too fast!

So fast that even the eyes of a top-tier descendant like the Nine-Headed Lion could not track him.

It only felt a flash of black light before it, and a suffocating, bloody, and archaic aura instantly pressed against its face.

"Not good!"

The Nine-Headed Lion's soul nearly left its body, and instinctively, it tried to manifest its protective golden light.

But what was the Nine-Nether Ao?

It was one of the Ten Primordial Evils!

It was an extremely fierce creature that fed on the True Dragon!

Even in its infancy, its physical explosive power was rare throughout the ages.

Wang Teng's hideous wolf head instantly appeared before the Nine-Headed Lion, his eyes filled with playfulness and greed.

At the same time, the nine tails behind him, like nine scythes of the grim reaper, carved eerie arcs through the air.

"Puff!"

"Puff!"

Two muffled sounds accompanied golden blood spurting into the sky.

Immediately after, two massive golden lion heads, wearing expressions of terror and bewilderment, flew high into the air before crashing heavily onto the ground.

One strike!

Just a single encounter!

The Nine-Headed Lion, hailed as one of the overlords of Baiduan Mountain, had been directly decapitated of two heads!

"Ahhh!!!"

A shrill scream pierced the sky.

The Nine-Headed Lion's remaining seven heads wailed in pain simultaneously, its massive body rolling violently in the air.

Blood spilled like a golden waterfall, dyeing the forest below a brilliant gold.

"The taste... is a bit fishy."

Wang Teng had already landed back on the ground, one of his tails coiling around a freshly severed lion head.

The small mouth of the fierce beast on it was greedily devouring the brains and essence blood within.

"However, it's quite chewy."

Wang Teng licked his lips, his gaze locking onto the Nine-Headed Lion in the air once more.

"Seven balls left, enough for a meal."

At this moment, the Fire Sparrow and the Silver-Horned Giant Rhino following behind the Nine-Headed Lion were completely stunned.

Their pride and joy, their big brother, the invincible Nine-Headed Lion, had been instantly sliced up like a dish by this black monster?

"Run! Run quickly!"

The Silver-Horned Giant Rhino let out a terrified moo, turned around, and smashed through the rocks, desperate to escape.

"Since you've come, you might as well stay as side dishes."

Wang Teng snorted coldly, the vertical eye between his brows opening slightly.

"Hum!"

A beam of black light shot out, instantly piercing through the Silver-Horned Giant Rhino's incredibly tough hide.

The massive rhino body suddenly froze while running, then, like a weathered sand sculpture, it disintegrated inch by inch in the wind, turning into a ball of pure essence that Wang Teng inhaled into his belly in one gulp.

"A devil... this is a devil!!"

The Nine-Headed Lion completely broke down.

Its pride and self-esteem were shattered in that instant.

It could feel that this black monster's life level was completely superior to its own; it was an absolute suppression originating from the source of its bloodline.

"Help! Murder! It's killing a lion!"

The Nine-Headed Lion could no longer care about face; its remaining seven heads were now of one mind: flee!

It burned its essence blood, transforming into a streak of golden light, and fled frantically toward the depths of Baiduan Mountain.

The speed was so great that it even surpassed the limits of its life.

"Want to run?"

A fierce light flickered in Wang Teng's eyes, and a cruel arc curled at the corners of his mouth.

"If the lion head already in my mouth flies away, where would I, this Nine-Nether Ao, put my face?"

"Thump!"

Wang Teng pushed off with all four limbs, and the ground exploded once more.

Like a bolt of black lightning, he bit closely onto the heels of the Nine-Headed Lion.

With every step he landed, the earth trembled, and that terrifying pressure felt like Death knocking on the door, causing the Nine-Headed Lion ahead to nearly suffocate.

One chasing, one fleeing, the two giant beasts rampaged through the Baiduan Mountains.

Ancient trees along the way were snapped, and boulders were crushed underfoot.

Countless human cultivators and fierce beasts searching for treasures watched this scene, dumbfounded.

"My God! What is that?"

"The Nine-Headed Lion? How... how is it being chased and bitten?"

"What is that black monster? It only has seven heads? No, the Nine-Headed Lion lost two heads!"

"Too brutal! When did such a god of slaughter appear in this Baiduan Mountain?"

The Nine-Headed Lion fled in a panic, crying out for help as it flew: "Whoever you are, save me! I am willing to offer a Saint Medicine! I am willing to offer up precious bones!"

Just as Wang Teng was about to catch up to the Nine-Headed Lion, preparing to remove a few more of its heads for a late-night snack, a strange fragrance suddenly drifted from a valley ahead.

It wasn't the scent of medicine, but rather... the aroma of cooked food?

Immediately after, a crisp, childish, yet somewhat annoying voice rang out: "Oh my, the heat is just right, the broth is rich. Huh? Where did this ingredient come from, delivering itself to my doorstep?"

On the path that Wang Teng and the Nine-Headed Lion were bound to take, a large black iron cauldron was set up on a giant bluestone.

A fierce fire blazed beneath the pot, the broth inside was churning, and golden grease hissed and popped.

Standing beside the cauldron was a child who looked only about ten years old.

The child was carved from jade, with large, distinct black-and-white eyes that were exceptionally lively.

At this moment, he was holding a large ladle, a glistening trail of drool hanging from the corner of his mouth, looking with great anticipation at the Nine-Headed Lion sprinting toward him.

The "Bear Kid", Shi Hao!

Seeing Shi Hao, the Nine-Headed Lion felt as if it had found a lifeline.

Although it had prior grievances with this Bear Kid, the child's strength was outrageously powerful!

"Human! Save me! Help me block that madman behind me! I am willing to submit to you!" The Nine-Headed Lion roared.

Shi Hao's eyes lit up: "Really? It just so happens my pot is missing a lion head for the main course. Should I braise it or steam it... Ah, wait, what is that behind it?"

Shi Hao's gaze passed over the Nine-Headed Lion and looked at the unrelenting Wang Teng.

When he saw Wang Teng's hideous wolf body, dragon-like horns, and nine tails tipped with heads, his eyes didn't show fear, but rather erupted with an unprecedented radiance!

That kind of radiance was like a bachelor seeing a peerless beauty, or a miser seeing a mountain of gold and silver.

"My God! What a huge Big Black Dog! No, wait, a dog with horns?"

Shi Hao excitedly dropped the ladle and wiped away his drool.

"This look is so unique! The black scales look sturdy; if I took it back to the village to guard the gate, how impressive that would be! And the thigh meat looks delicious..."

Wang Teng had by now caught up, and seeing the Nine-Headed Lion hide behind that little runt, he was forced to stop.

His immense momentum plowed two deep furrows into the ground, and Wang Teng looked down from above.

Those eyes, like blood moons, stared fixedly at the human cub before him, who wasn't even as tall as his claws.

"Little runt, get lost."

Wang Teng's voice was low and hoarse, carrying an unquestionable majesty.

"That is my prey. Those who block me, die!"