Capítulo 902: Chapter 913: The Demon Wolf King’s Show of Force
Seeing that thirty thousand Demon Cultivators were finally beguiled by An Beisan and willingly submitted to him, Wang Yan couldn’t help but furrow his brow.
At this mont, upon hearing An Beisan’s orders, all thirty thousand Demon Cultivators fixed their gaze on Wang Yan with a murderous intent in their eyes.
Up to now, is it true that we’re going to be led by the nose by An Beisan? To kill these thirty thousand Demon Cultivators and then watch them transform into immortal Scum Demons.
If that’s the case, the situation in the Illusion Realm might really replay itself.
Wang Yan wanted to explain the reason to the Japanese Demon Cultivators, but at this mont, the fact of the Third Prince’s resurrection was before him, and no matter how Wang Yan explained, the Japanese Demon Cultivators were unlikely to believe him.
At this ti, the thirty thousand Demon Cultivators pressed towards him again, seemingly forcing Wang Yan to act, compelled to beco An Beisan’s hitman.
Wang Yan was extrely frustrated. If he really acted and killed the thirty thousand Demon Cultivators, he would be aiding An Beisan instead; if he didn’t act, would he let the thirty thousand Demon Cultivators kill him?
At this mont on Mount Fuji, being covered by an array, even escaping offered no chance.
Wang Yan was so anxious that he gnashed his teeth, montarily at a loss for a solution.
An Beisan stood in the distance, coldly watching Wang Yan, the corners of his mouth raised in a proud smile.
The thirty thousand Demon Cultivators slowly closed in on Wang Yan, now only a few steps away from him.
At this mont, Wang Yan waved his hand and said, “Hold on, I think the Celestial Emperor Race is really impressive.”
Upon hearing Wang Yan praise the Celestial Emperor Race, An Beisan was taken aback and then laughed, saying, “What? Do you want to join my Celestial Emperor Race as well?”
Wang Yan nodded and said, “Impressive indeed, but…”
“But what?” An Beisan asked coldly.
Now, the thirty thousand Demon Cultivators also stopped and listened attentively to Wang Yan’s words.
Wang Yan continued, “But I don’t want to be like the Third Hall Master, losing my mind and becoming a puppet.”
Upon hearing Wang Yan’s words, the thirty thousand Demon Cultivators suddenly froze, then ca to their senses.
“That’s right, though the Third Hall Master was resurrected, he wasn’t like his forr self.”
“Indeed, earlier the Third Hall Master was knocked flying repeatedly, without even making a sound, as if he didn’t feel any pain.”
“The Demon Wolf King is right, the Third Hall Master isn’t a person, but a puppet.”
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Wang Yan’s words awakened the thirty thousand Demon Cultivators, who then shifted back towards Wang Yan, adopting a stance of neutrality, as though the matter was none of their concern.
Seeing that his success was imminent yet once again thwarted by Wang Yan, An Beisan couldn’t help but beco furious.
He glared at Wang Yan with wide eyes, shouting, “You cunning brat, I swear I’ll kill you today.”
With that, An Beisan charged forward, lunging at Wang Yan.
At this ti, the Great Hall Master, Hengshan Ancestor, and a few others who bore grudges against Wang Yan saw An Beisan enraged and ready to kill him, and couldn’t help but feel delighted.
Imdiately, the Great Hall Master and the others shouted, “Great Emperor mighty, kill the Demon Wolf King.”
Upon hearing the Great Hall Master and others calling out, An Beisan flickered and suddenly flew in front of the Great Hall Master, raising both hands, and smacked both the Great Hall Master and Hengshan Ancestor.
With two crisp “crack” sounds, both the Great Hall Master and Hengshan Ancestor were slapped away by An Beisan’s palms and subsequently died on the ground.
After easily killing the Great Hall Master and Hengshan Ancestor, An Beisan imdiately stord into the ranks of Demon Cultivators, casually raising his hand to continually slaughter.
Seeing An Beisan actually initiate a killing spree, the Demon Cultivators were initially puzzled, but when they saw that the Great Hall Master and others were indeed dead, they imdiately began shouting and scattered.
However, no matter how the Demon Cultivators fled, they couldn’t escape An Beisan.
An Beisan moved extrely fast, with just a flicker, he would appear behind a Demon Cultivator and with a single palm would kill them.
No Demon Cultivator could evade An Beisan’s palm strike.
Watching An Beisan personally killing, Wang Yan couldn’t help but squint his eyes as he noticed black energy emanating from the bodies of those just killed by An Beisan, and these corpses slowly resurrecting as mbers of the Scum Demon Race, standing up again.
“Indeed, once killed, these Demon Cultivators beco part of the Scum Demon Race, we mustn’t let him succeed.”
Thinking of this, Wang Yan patted the Little Wolf he was mounted on and instantly transford into a black shadow, rushing into the crowd of Scum Demons.
An Beisan was engrossed in his slaughter, having killed a thousand Japanese Demon Cultivators in this short ti, which ant he had recruited a thousand Scum Demons under his command.
In his excitent, he suddenly noticed soone appear in front of him.
Without thinking, An Beisan raised his hand as before, intent on striking down the figure in one blow.
However, as An Beisan’s palm approached the person, suddenly, a beam of cold light shot towards his palm.
An Beisan was shocked and imdiately sensed this person was different from others, hastily turning his palm to grab instead, aiming to seize the cold light.
According to An Beisan’s plan, he would capture the cold light with a single grab and then kill the person.
However, just as An Beisan changed the form of his palm, the cold light also changed, shooting straight towards his throat.
Startled, An Beisan had no choice but to hastily retreat.
Despite his skills, being forced back by soone was sothing he found very embarrassing.
Thus, after retreating a step, An Beisan dodged the cold light and intended to attack the person from the side.
Unexpectedly, as An Beisan’s body shifted, the cold light first blocked his way forward.
If An Beisan continued advancing, he’d likely collide his throat against the cold light.
This realization finally made An Beisan feel alard. He dared not act carelessly and rapidly pushed back with his legs, retreating urgently.
After retreating more than a dozen steps, An Beisan stopped and looked forward.
It was at this mont that An Beisan finally saw the person before him clearly.
The person was sitting atop a giant wolf, holding a black long spear, wearing a neutral expression; it was none other than Wang Yan.
Seeing Wang Yan obstructing him again, An Beisan couldn’t help but roar furiously, “It’s you again?!”
Wang Yan calmly replied, “Indeed, you won’t kill these Demon Cultivators in my presence.”
After saying this, Wang Yan couldn’t help but bitterly smile, unexpectedly finding himself defending Japanese Demon Cultivators.
At this point, over twenty thousand Demon Cultivators on Mount Fuji were fleeing in distress from An Beisan, but Mount Fuji, vast as it may be, was confined, surrounded by protective arrays, making escape impossible.
Facing death at An Beisan’s hands, they suddenly saw Wang Yan blocking An Beisan, saving everyone.
Upon hearing Wang Yan’s words, the thirty thousand Demon Cultivators were initially stunned, then all knelt down before Wang Yan, sincerely shouting, “We are willing to submit to the Demon Wolf King.”
“Long live the Demon Wolf King.”
“The Demon Wolf King is the master of Japan.”
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