Chapter 2262: Grandpa Teng’s Demon Disciple?

In Elder Ruan’s view, it’s just that War Tiger didn’t teach the Black Scale Demon well...

Thinking back to Demon Scale Island, this Black Scale Demon was quite arrogant. At that time, War Tiger was clearly instructed to discipline him well, yet it led to such a ridiculous matter with the inner sect disciples, so frustrating.

Thud...

Upon hearing this, War Tiger immediately knelt down, of course admitting all sorts of wrongs.

"Forget it, let’s wait for the Great Gate Master to confirm the Black Scale Demon’s condition first."

Elder Ruan left in a bad mood, praying in his heart that the Black Scale Demon wouldn’t die.

But he knew, it was almost impossible.

The prisoners within the barrier were suppressed for too long, they would torturously play with demons offered as beautiful sacrifices.

When ordinary demons go inside, it’s only a matter of getting killed...

You have to know, even demons not entering the barrier to do transport work might still be killed by prisoners inside the barrier.

Indeed, even trapped within the barrier, some prisoners had ways to kill demons from outside.

Ultimately, Elder Ruan could only sigh and lament repeatedly.

Meanwhile, Yinlu helped the kneeling War Tiger up, tears in her eyes as she asked, "Senior War Tiger, Brother Hei Lin, he..."

Before she could finish speaking, War Tiger clenched his fists tightly and said, "It’ll be alright, it definitely will be alright."

Of course, War Tiger was still very worried, even though he knew Brother Hei Lin had done it intentionally. But could he withstand Junior Brother Bian’s palm? How would he face the terrifying prisoners?

How could he survive? And how could he cultivate to the Supreme Martial Stage inside?

Now the Great Gate Master was ready to take him for the bloodline test, it was already determined that Brother Hei Lin couldn’t come out casually anymore.

"Brother Hei Lin, you must, must not die."

"I’m afraid half of the ’Demon Battle Heavenly Technique’ isn’t enough; you are the true hope for us demons."

Ultimately, War Tiger could only pray, and he would certainly take care of Yinlu and the other ten sacrifices from Demon Scale Island outside the prison.

...

Outside the prison’s perimeter, beyond the barrier...

Everywhere was filled with Divine Demon Crystals, demons had already started the transport work.

And on top of a pile of Divine Demon Crystals stood two Human Clan individuals with disheveled hair, of course, they were Ying Sanmeng and Teng Yue, still shackled heavily.

At the same time, behind them were a few demons watching, dispatched by Bu Tun’s disciples to send them into the barrier.

At this moment, Teng Yue looked at the demons behind him and asked, "That Black Scale Demon, what’s his origin?"

A few demons harbored no hostility towards the two, hesitating slightly before explaining the situation of Sikong Jing,

Of course, they didn’t know Sikong Jing wasn’t a demon from Demon Scale Island, so what they knew was quite superficial.

After listening, Teng Yue said in disbelief, "At least he received the legacy from the top three historical demons, how peculiar..."

Saying this, he closed his eyes deeply, took a deep breath, and said, "Master, we should hurry inside. That Black Scale Demon was blasted into the center of the barrier by someone with the surname Bian; we must go in to rescue him..."

With these words, Teng Yue pulled Ying Sanmeng and rushed into the barrier, instantly disappearing from the view of all demons.

As they passed through the barrier, their shackles automatically loosened and fell off, and their True Qi slowly began to dissipate.

However, Ying Sanmeng was still very weakened...

Clearly, he was heavily injured before being shackled, and after briefly looking around, he hoarsely asked, "Xiao Yue, why do you care so much about that Black Scale Demon?"

Though Ying Sanmeng was powerful, the heavy injuries combined with the shackles suppressing the True Qi, he was evidently unaware of the situation outside the prison earlier.

He didn’t notice the Black Scale Demon’s Domineering Soul Soldier Killing Array assistance...

After another deep breath, Teng Yue said, "Because he helped me avoid further humiliation and helped me enter the prison."

He explained the previous situation...

Ying Sanmeng was stunned on the spot, asking in disbelief, "Junior Brother Teng’s Domineering Soul Soldier Killing Array, employed by a Black Scale Demon?"

His eyes were filled with disbelief, then he muttered, "Is this Black Scale Demon a disciple of Junior Brother Teng, accepted by him in the Divine Demon Island Sea Domain in the past?"

At these words, Teng Yue nodded heavily...

"Highly probable, Grandpa Teng used to venture in every time the Absolute Formation Gate opened, perhaps he noticed a Black Scale Demon one time and accepted him as a disciple or taught him the Domineering Soul Soldier Killing Array."

"The facts prove, this Black Scale Demon’s talent is absurdly high, he acquired the unparalleled legacy of demons."

"He was blasted in from this direction, we need to search quickly..."

But just as Teng Yue’s voice fell, Ying Sanmeng suddenly opened his eyes, sweeping sharply around...

The next moment... giggle.

Strange laughter suddenly rang out, followed by several figures flashing out from the surroundings, leading them was a middle-aged man filled with Blood Qi, who chuckled, "Newcomers, what are you looking for?"

Arriving, of course, were the prisoners inside the prison.

Teng Yue immediately shielded Ying Sanmeng, replying lowly, "Looking for a Black Scale Demon, have any of you seen him?"

At these words, the dozen or so people in front instantly exchanged glances.

Then, one prisoner laughed loudly, "Seen him, but I ate him alive, he was damn hard to swallow."

As his voice fell, Teng Yue’s face instantly became cold... clang!

Suddenly, the sand beneath his feet condensed into a sword, and he spoke directly, "Is that so? Then spit him out for me."

Teng Yue clearly knew this prisoner was talking nonsense.

It couldn’t be that he was eaten so quickly, but in such a place, getting them to speak the truth required resorting to force.

Master Ying Sanmeng was too severely injured, it was up to him to act.

"Such a big mouth, this young one got locked up so young, torturing those demons is no longer fun enough."

"You, little guy, make me excited."

Clearly, these prisoners were truly deranged, now almost indiscriminate of gender, those locked up were mostly old generation powerhouses, rare for someone of Teng Yue’s age, thus they were excited.

But Teng Yue remained expressionless, brandishing the sword... kill!

...

Meanwhile, as Teng Yue embroiled himself in battle with the group of prisoners, where was Sikong Jing, the so-called Black Scale Demon?

He was blasted in from this direction, was he nearby Teng Yue and the others?

Of course not...

At this moment, in front of a dark palace... argh!

Sikong Jing spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, even though he was prepared early on, he had only recently re-cultivated to the initial Spirit Martial Stage.

It was still very hard to bear, the palm of the man with the Bian surname.

He was genuinely smacked to spit blood, scales shattered too, but of course, he wasn’t dead.

Sikong Jing with Emperor Martial Stage body, still the body of the Master of Ten Thousand Beasts, how could he be killed by one palm of Junior Brother Bian, moreover, Junior Brother Bian’s palm didn’t even use two-tenths of its power.

Now, Sikong Jing was just severely injured.

"Where have I arrived? This place doesn’t seem to be a prison."

Sikong Jing wobbled to stand, his gaze pivoting to the entrance of the dark palace before him.