Chapter 481 - 480: One of the 9 Great Upper Demons, the Hell Monarch

Chapter 481: Chapter 480: One of the 9 Great Upper Demons, the Hell Monarch

Another cold voice rang out. "You defiled the young lady’s purity, and you think you can just walk away? You’re dreaming. None of you are leaving today. You’ll all be staying right here!"

The voice had barely faded when, with a loud BANG, the door was kicked open, and two men in black stormed into the room.

One of the men had a face as long as a donkey’s. The other was deathly pale, like a hanged man’s ghost.

On the left breast of their outfits was a blood-red goat skull, a jarring sight. A thick Demonic Qi emanated from them, causing the temperature in the room to drop several degrees.

Seeing this, Ye Lingtian, who was standing nearby, let out a cry and bounded over. He glared at the two men in black and sneered, "So, you’re Satan’s men!"

"Satan’s men? And that’s supposed to be impressive? Let me tell you, you’re nothing!"

"’Defiled your young lady’s purity?’ So what? As a woman, isn’t her purity bound to be taken by a man sooner or later anyway?"

"You... you old scoundrel! You must have a death wish!" Hearing Ye Lingtian’s shameless words, the donkey-faced man flew into a rage.

He roared and charged at Ye Lingtian.

Ye Lingtian chuckled. "I didn’t want any trouble with you, but since you came here looking for a fight, don’t blame me for what happens next."

He then pointed to the ghost-like man behind him. "You can come at me together. I’m in a hurry!"

He had barely finished speaking when the donkey-faced man’s fist was already a foot from his chest.

"’I told you, you alone aren’t enough. I’m a supreme master at Tier Five of the Daoist Saint realm...’ Ye Lingtian boasted. But the words had just left his mouth when he felt a terrifyingly immense killing intent."

’Shit, not good!’

Ye Lingtian shrieked and tried to raise a fist to block, but it was too late. He could only watch helplessly as the donkey-faced man’s fist was about to slam into his chest.

Ye Lingtian sighed to himself. ’This is the end for me!’

But in the next instant, a fist shot out from behind him, smashing directly into the donkey-faced man’s.

A deafening CRACK echoed, followed by a muffled grunt from behind him.

Ye Lingtian spun around and cried out, "Brother!"

He saw Huo Yun staggering backward before collapsing to the ground, coughing up mouthfuls of blood.

Ye Lingtian rushed over to help Huo Yun up. He then turned back to the donkey-faced man, his eyes filled with astonishment. "How are you so powerful?"

"Go ask King Yama!" The donkey-faced man utterly despised the shameless old Ye Lingtian and was now determined to finish him off. Wasting no more words, he lunged in front of Ye Lingtian, raised his fist, and brought it smashing down toward his temple.

Just then, a sharp cry came from the side. "If you want to lay a hand on him, you’ll have to get through me first!"

As the voice faded, a graceful figure rushed forward, placing herself directly in front of Ye Lingtian and throwing a punch to meet the donkey-faced man’s attack.

It was Feng Qingwu.

Ye Lingtian’s cultivation level wasn’t much higher than Huo Yun’s. Since Huo Yun had been taken out in a single blow by this donkey-faced man, Ye Lingtian certainly couldn’t withstand him either. That was why Feng Qingwu had decisively intervened.

Behind her, Ye Lingtian heaved a long sigh of relief. Feng Qingwu was at the peak of Daoist Saint Tier Six. With this girl making a move, the donkey-faced man’s rampage was surely at an end.

But what happened next nearly made his eyes pop out of his head.

He saw their fists collide. The donkey-faced man didn’t even budge, but Feng Qingwu was sent stumbling back a full five or six steps before she could regain her footing.

Her face was pale, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of her mouth. Her right arm was trembling uncontrollably.

Looking at the scene before him, Ye Lingtian couldn’t believe his eyes.

’Feng Qingwu is at the peak of Daoist Saint Tier Six. And yet, he gravely injured her in a single exchange. Who is this person? How can he be so powerful?’

Ye Lingtian turned to the donkey-faced man and shouted in astonishment, "You... Who are you?"

The donkey-faced man stared at Ye Lingtian and spoke in a chilling voice, "Under Satan, I am one of the nine High Demons. The Hell Monarch, Duma!"

"You... You’re a High Demon!" Ye Lingtian cried out. The next moment, his expression changed drastically. ’No wonder we’re no match for him,’ he thought. ’So we’ve been facing a High Demon all along.’

’High Demons... their cultivation starts at the peak of Daoist Saint Tier Seven. He’s a whole two tiers above me!’

’No wonder I couldn’t touch him. It’d be a miracle if I could!’

The Hell Monarch glared at Ye Lingtian and snarled through gritted teeth:

"You disrespectful old fool, I’m going to kill you first today! This is where you die!"

The words had barely left his lips when he flickered, appearing instantly before Ye Lingtian. He raised his hand and brought it smashing down on his head.

Ye Lingtian tried to dodge, but he was locked in place by his opponent’s terrifying aura. His entire body felt as if it were bound by a thousand chains, completely immobile. He could only watch helplessly as the Hell Monarch’s hand descended toward his head.

’It’s over,’ Ye Lingtian lamented internally. ’This time, I’m really done for!’

But just as the hand was about to strike the top of his head, a large hand reached out from behind. With its index and middle fingers parted, it caught the Hell Monarch’s wrist.

No matter how much force the Hell Monarch exerted, his hand could not move down another fraction of an inch.

"You want to throw your weight around here?" a calm voice sounded from behind. "You’re not worthy."

The newcomer was Ye Feng.