Now, whatever Wen Yan said, King Guilong simply acquiesced and earnestly heeded the advice.
In fact, before the Martial God arrived, he had been prepared to embrace death, to make one final attempt; but the turn of events was so rapid that he was unable to react before everything was reversed.
Wen Yan fed most of the food to King Guilong, then returned to Lord Zhu with so regret and continued to watch the excitent. Then, he glanced back at Ghost. Even in the graveyard, nearly burnt to death by the Yang Energy emitted by Tuoba, Ghost still refused to flee alone. Wen Yan’s heart softened, so he fed him so food as well.
So they waited. After more than two hours, the vibrating sounds within Hu Yuan’s body turned into a low roar, becoming stronger and stronger, along with his aura.
Hu Yuan’s body began to expand, gradually transforming into a fierce, multicolored tiger dozens of ters long, its entire body swirling with an aura of brutality.
anwhile, Tuoba kept his eyes closed, maintaining his stance without moving an inch.
Only now had he barely upgraded to God of War Yuedi, and the monthly opportunity to personally experience a higher realm was sothing he definitely wouldn’t miss.
When an earth-shaking tiger’s roar exploded through the mountains, Tuoba opened his eyes.
In that instant, a raging fire erupted around him; the excessively vast Yang Energy escaping him instantly turned into visible flas.
In the darkness of night, the red glow of fire shone brightly. Even from tens of miles away, others could clearly sense the scorching, masculine power.
At this mont, special satellites in high orbit could only capture an expanse of red light with an outrageously vast radius; nothing else was visible.
Tuoba flexed his wrist and smiled. "That’s about right. After I send you on your way, I’ll be able to make it ho in ti for tomorrow morning’s training."
A dull HUM resonated. Lord Zhu’s python robe began to falter, and Wen Yan felt as if the air around them was being evaporated.
He continued to retreat with Lord Zhu, but in the next mont, he saw Tuoba make his move.
With each step, he seed to tread on empty space. His form, like a teor ablaze with fire, carried with it power that was surging to its zenith as he forcefully advanced toward Hu Yuan.
Facing Hu Yuan’s massive tiger paw, Tuoba didn’t dodge or evade. The flas around his body suddenly transford into ferocious and unparalleled qi, forcefully withstanding Hu Yuan’s Technique of Slaughter.
One fist, seemingly trailing flas, hamred into the giant tiger’s forehead.
A white wave of energy howled outward in all directions, and the giant tiger, dozens of ters long, plumted violently toward the ground, its body following its head.
The mound beneath their feet continuously collapsed with a thundering RUMBLE.
The wails from Hu Yuan’s mouth were forcibly suppressed.
The most terrifying power burst forth from the giant tiger’s forehead, piercing through his entire body. Beneath his thick fur, it was as if successive waves of force rippled through him; his bones, as strong as fine steel, CREAKED and CRACKED, and his joints burst apart one by one.
In the distance, Wen Yan extended his arm to shield himself from the dust and wild wind.
Lord Zhu’s face was filled with worry as he watched the light from his python robe dim, and he couldn’t help but sigh. "This is preposterous! My robe can withstand a One-Hit Slaughter Technique..."
As the wind and roaring sounds gradually subsided, Tuoba stood barefoot on the giant tiger’s forehead. The tiger lay there, its fur intact. However, all of its joints were shattered, and its bones were covered with dense cracks.
Hu Yuan lay there, his eyes dull, filled with the despair of a fate worse than death.
In his strongest state after reconstructing his body, he had been defeated by a Martial Artist he utterly despised, and with a single blow.
And it was a crushing defeat, utterly routed without any ability to fight back.
The opponent even seed to feel he was too weak, that he hadn’t exerted his full strength.
He would have rather been killed instantly, to have simply exploded on the spot.
He did not want to face this kind of humiliation; it was a disgrace so profound he would rather die.
At that mont, Wen Yan stepped forward.
Wen Yan activated the new Temporary Ability: ’Deprivation.’
Its function was clear: "Once, soone bestowed upon him the title of Mountain Lord, and you, as a Natural Enemy Profession, are perfectly suited to strip away that title."
Wen Yan approached Hu Yuan and stepped onto the massive tiger head. Hu Yuan, furious, could only watch helplessly, unable to do anything.
Wen Yan looked at the character on the giant tiger’s forehead and reached out to gently touch it.
In that instant, he saw an old man, one hand pressing down on a bewildered, large tiger, while the other hand, using a finger as a pen, wrote a character on the tiger’s forehead.
"Since you’ve taken the title of Lord, rember this: do not betray this title. Do not kill indiscriminately, and tell them not to kill at will. Rember, if you betray this title, I will take it back."
Wen Yan’s pupils dilated suddenly. He recognized the kind-eyed old man he had seen when choosing the Natural Enemy Profession.
But now, he saw the old man with muscles bulging beneath his clothes, effortlessly pinning the large tiger to the ground, rendering it immobile.
The vision quickly dissipated. Wen Yan reached out, and the character on the giant tiger’s forehead seed to co to life, flowing towards his hand.
The giant tiger beneath him, whose spirit had been crushed, began to struggle.
Tuoba stomped a foot, suppressing it once more, yet it still let out a desperate roar.
"No...!"
Wen Yan said, "You betrayed the title. According to the agreent, it must be taken back."
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