"You..."
The Bald Immortal’s stomach had swelled to a ludicrous degree. He was in too much pain to speak.
He had overheard the conversation between Mo Qi and the others, but he didn’t dare hope for a peanut. All he wanted was to slice open his belly and take out all the extra stuff inside.
Unfortunately, under the Pig Emperor’s special "care," he didn’t even have the strength to hold a knife.
He could only lie there, staring blankly, and watch helplessly as the Pig Emperor did as it pleased.
"What was that you called this Emperor before? ’Stupid pig head’?"
The Pig Emperor raised its Fire Stick and gently poked the Bald Immortal’s belly.
The Bald Immortal felt his world collapse. His insides churned as if a colossal beast of war had burrowed into his body and was rampaging wantonly in his stomach.
"AHHHH!"
His agonized roars echoed across the island. The Bald Immortal was completely drenched in sweat.
The powerful experts waiting for their peanuts all turned to look when they heard his tortured screams.
When they saw the Bald Immortal’s enormous, grotesquely disproportionate stomach, they realized the Pig Emperor had probably gone easy on them.
At this thought, their resentnt toward the Pig Emperor lessened considerably.
"What, can’t take it anymore?" The Pig Emperor lifted its Fire Stick and tapped the end of the club with its hoof, making a DING DING sound.
"Weren’t you having a great ti calling ’stupid pig head, stupid pig head’ earlier? You even wanted to kill this Emperor. Don’t be a coward. If you’ve got the guts, get up and keep going!"
As the Pig Emperor spoke, the smile on its face gradually faded.
Don’t be fooled by its usual carefree, goofy deanor, interested in nothing but good food. It was, after all, the Pig Emperor!
A Longevity Dragon Pig that had lived for who knows how many years!
Although so unknown incident might have caused it to lose its mories and much of its combat strength, one thing would never change: its instincts.
In all its ti adventuring with Mo Qi, the Bald Immortal was the first person who had not only wanted to kill it but had actually acted on that intent.
So, even though the Pig Emperor didn’t know what its instincts would dictate, now that the mont was here, it decided to follow its heart.
"Kill... kill... !" The nearly unconscious Bald Immortal managed to force out the words.
The Pig Emperor narrowed its eyes. Its expression turned cold, as did its voice.
"Oh, I’ll kill you, for sure. But before that, there’s sothing this Emperor is very curious about. Tell , if an Immortal were pregnant, would the defense of their Immortal Body weaken? And if so, by how much?"
Bald Immortal: "???"
He didn’t know what the Pig Emperor ant by that, but he knew whatever ca next wouldn’t be good.
The next second, the Pig Emperor swung the Fire Stick high over its head, aid right at the Bald Immortal’s massive stomach, and smashed it down with all its might.
BAM!
SPLAT!
SQUELCH~ SPLASH!
A series of sounds heralded a unique process and outco.
Have you ever seen what happens when an overripe fruit is squeezed until it bursts?
The Bald Immortal could say he had. Right at this mont, he was that overripe fruit, and he was in the process of bursting.
A flash of blood, a brilliant radiance, dazzling the eye.
Stretched so taut it was almost translucent, his belly could no longer hold its shape under the Fire Stick’s heavy blow and split open down the middle.
The pressure inside his abdominal cavity was instantly released.
WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
Like anti-aircraft fire, more than twenty humanoid masses of flesh shot out in all directions, followed by a spray of colorful intestines and internal organs.
Witnessing this, the other Immortals collectively gasped, mourning for the Bald Immortal in their hearts.
This could no longer be described with the word "miserable." This was utterly depraved!
’Too bloody, too violent, too terrifying!’
But unexpectedly, the Bald Immortal himself wore an expression of profound relief. A smile even appeared on his face.
"Finally... it doesn’t hurt anymore!"
Compared to carrying dozens of ’babies’ at once, this ’explosion’ actually felt like a release. He felt completely liberated.
"It seems your Immortal Body is not worthy of its na," the Pig Emperor said, standing with its club in hand.
It was not like Mo Qi.
Mo Qi, being young, might often hesitate to make certain decisions or take certain actions because of so-called "justice" and "morality."
But the Pig Emperor would not. In its mind, nothing mattered except itself and the very few individuals who had earned its approval.
’Cruelty? Violence?’
’Such concepts didn’t exist for it. There was only revenge and the thrill that ca with it!’
Therefore, as it smashed the Bald Immortal to a pulp, it felt no guilt, no sense that what it was doing was wrong. On the contrary, it felt this was far from enough.
After all, what the Bald Immortal had wanted was its life!
In this world, was there anything more important than one’s life?
"Die!"
The Pig Emperor let out a low roar, brandishing its Fire Stick. Amidst the internal organs flying through the air, it precisely located the Bald Immortal’s heart.
SWISH!
The Fire Stick shot through the air, pierced the heart, and viciously pinned it to the ground.
The Bald Immortal’s body shuddered, his eyes flying wide open.
The light representing his life rapidly faded from his eyes.
A Venerable Immortal had fallen.
The other experts all lowered their heads, a sense of shared sorrow washing over them.
It had been a long ti since an Immortal had died in the Hall of Envoys.
They never would have imagined that the Bald Immortal would end up dying at the hands of a Pig Demon.
Immortals were protected by their Immortal Power, and their Life Force was far greater than that of ordinary Cultivators, making them difficult to kill.
Take the Bald Immortal, for example. Even after being disemboweled, with his organs torn from his body, he hadn’t died imdiately.
If he could have put all those organs back in ti, he would have been grievously injured, but it wouldn’t have been fatal.
But the Pig Emperor had destroyed the Bald Immortal’s heart with a single strike, which was equivalent to extinguishing the source of his Vitality.
Under these circumstances, without having reached the Realm of Limb Regeneration or Blood Rejuvenation, and without a corresponding Life-saving Secret Technique, even an Immortal could only die.
"Hmph. Trying to kill this Emperor? Naive!"
The Pig Emperor shook the tuft of hair on its forehead, its expression cold.
But the next second, it tossed aside the Fire Stick, planted its hooves on its hips, and began to laugh uproariously.
"Hahaha, this Emperor actually slayed an Immortal! Mo the kid, what do you think? Are you jealous?"
Mo Qi, who was busy making peanuts, rolled his eyes, signaling that he had no desire to deal with this clown.
Then again, he was quite shocked by the Pig Emperor’s ruthlessness this ti.
In Mo Qi’s mory, the Pig Emperor had always been quick with its mouth but lazy in its actions—the type who would never sit if it could lie down.
’This abnormal behavior was probably triggered by the Bald Immortal’s killing intent.’
"So happy! So exciting! At this mont, this Song God wants to sing a song!"
The Pig Emperor’s "artistic mood" struck without warning.
"HO! HA! HO! HA!"
"Ah~ Baldy! You’re my biiig, biiig waterlon! No matter how I look, you’re just so dumb! Your big, bare belly with its rainbow sheen, one whack with my stick and you blossom on the scene~ Yah~ blossod all over the scene!"
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