Demon Saint's Clone, Let's See If I'll Indulge You Even a Little!

Chapter 39 Demon Saint's Avatar, Let's See If I'll Let You Off the Hook!

The demon race has held power in the Heavenly Court for millions of years. In the primordial world, apart from the witch race, they have never taken any other race seriously.

They have always been arrogant and domineering, and they have wantonly slaughtered weaker races.

Now, someone has openly killed his own subordinate here.

As the king of the demon race, how could he not be furious?

He was aware that his subordinates were involved in the killing of humans, but he did not strictly restrain them, because his superior, the Demon Saint Ji Meng, had instructed him not to kill humans along the East Sea coast at will, but also not to allow the human population to grow to billions.

He chose to turn a blind eye to the actions of his subordinates, and did not interfere as long as they did not go too far.

However, none of his subordinates returned from their mission to hunt down the human race, which made the Ancient Wind Demon King unable to sit idly by, and he immediately launched a search.

Using the powerful divine sense of a Great Luo Golden Immortal, he immediately located the corpses of his subordinates.

The Ancient Demon King was well aware of the strength of the human race. He believed that the human race could not kill his subordinates, so he did not directly invade the human race's ancestral land.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Chen Jing arrived outside the ancestral land of the human race.

When the Ancient Demon King saw this figure, he discovered that he was also at the early stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, and that he had flown out from the ancestral land of the human race.

The Ancient Demon King immediately realized that this person had killed his subordinate.

What I don't understand is when the human race acquired such a master.

Despite being at the same level as his opponent, the Ancient Wind Demon King remained arrogant and disregarded him.

"You dare kill my demon race's offspring? You're utterly audacious!"

The Ancient Demon King shouted loudly, and Chen Jing immediately stopped.

He stood several hundred meters in front of the Ancient Demon King, his face gleaming coldly, and sneered, "Hmph, he deserved to die!"

These words ignited the Ancient Wind Demon King's anger; he sensed Chen Jing's disdain.

As the Demon King of the demon race, he should be respected wherever he goes, but this Taoist priest ignored him, which made him very angry.

The Ancient Demon King did not attack immediately. Instead, he rolled his eyes and asked, "What can you do if I were to wreak havoc among the humans?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Jing's murderous intent intensified. He bluntly sentenced the Ancient Wind Demon King to death: "You won't have that chance. Killing you is like killing a dog."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Ancient Demon King was enraged. He brandished his spear and charged straight at Chen Jing with murderous intent.

Chen Jing avoided direct confrontation and instead turned towards the East China Sea.

He has no intention of starting a war here.

The East China Sea coast is densely populated, and even the aftershocks of a battle between a Great Immortal and a Celestial could reduce mortals to nothing.

Soon, the two figures disappeared from the sight of the three human clan leaders, exacerbating their worries.

In the skies above the East China Sea, Chen Jing confronted the Ancient Wind Demon King.

"Prepare to die!"

The Ancient Demon King roared and charged at Chen Jing with his spear once more.

Without hesitation, Chen Jing instantly conjured a mixed iron staff in his right hand, directly confronting the Ancient Wind Demon King's spear.

Faced with the rudeness of the demon race, Chen Jing desperately wanted a fierce battle to vent his anger.

Despite the Ancient Demon King's relentless attacks, Chen Jing did not retreat an inch. His spear clashed fiercely with the mixed iron rod, generating invisible shockwaves that impacted the surroundings and caused giant waves to rise on the sea.

In their first encounter, the two sides were evenly matched, with neither able to gain the upper hand.

Despite the arrogant words of the Ancient Demon King, he did not actually go all out and still cautiously assessed Chen Jing's strength.

Chen Jing didn't care at all, fully activating the power within his body, only wanting to compete with the Ancient Wind Demon King.

"Clang clang clang!"

After a fierce battle, the two separated again.

The Ancient Demon King exclaimed in amazement, "This person's power is indeed extraordinary!"

The continuous confrontation caused the Ancient Demon King's arms to tremble, and a strange light appeared in his eyes as he looked at Chen Jing.

Chen Jing was dressed in a Taoist robe. Although he was a Taoist disciple, he possessed a powerful force that even the demon race feared.

After several fierce battles, Chen Jing stood panting in the air, his face cold and his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Taoist priest, take this!"

As soon as the Ancient Demon King finished speaking, a dense aura of malevolence emanated from his body.

He leaped into the air, his spear wreathed in malevolent energy and gleaming with a blinding red light, aiming straight for Chen Jing.

Facing the crimson light at the tip of the spear, Chen Jing dared not underestimate it. He unleashed his full magical power, wielding the mixed iron staff like a dragon ascending to the heavens, and charged forward head-on.

"boom!"

A deafening roar shook the heavens and earth, as if the end of the world had arrived.

At this moment, the effects of the Three Flowers and Nine Grades were fully unleashed.

Although both were early-stage Great Luo Golden Immortals, Chen Jing's magical power was clearly stronger.

With a single blow, the Ancient Demon King's spear shattered, as if it were a defective product.

The powerful impact of the Iron Cudgel struck the Ancient Wind Demon King, causing him to groan and stagger back several hundred steps.

The Ancient Demon King witnessed the destruction of his million-year-old treasure and was enraged, letting out a deafening roar.

"Taoist, you must die."

After saying this, he transformed into a giant snake, thousands of feet in diameter, and appeared in the sky above the East China Sea.

The giant snake opened its blood-red maw and lunged straight at Chen Jing.

Chen Jing's eyes were as cold as ice. He concentrated all his magic power and strength into the Iron Staff, which shone brightly and exuded a chilling aura.

He swung the iron rod, drawing a sharp arc in the air.

"boom!"

After a loud bang, the East China Sea fell silent.

After a while, a dull thud was heard, and the massive body of the Ancient Wind Demon King fell into the sea.

Covered in wounds and bloodstains, barely breathing, his life hanging by a thread.

"Whoosh!"

Just as Chen Jing was about to end the life of the Ancient Wind Demon Lord, a powerful divine sense swept across the sky.

This divine sense was extremely powerful; even from a great distance, Chen Jing felt a strong sense of crisis.

The owner of this divine consciousness must have a cultivation level of at least the late stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

Chen Jing frowned, looked up at the sky, and couldn't help but wonder who the owner of this divine consciousness was.

Inevitably, what is meant to come will come, and what is meant to be met will be met.

When Chen Jing looked up at the sky, the heavens and earth trembled violently, and ripples spread throughout the space.

Within these spatial ripples, an avatar composed of laws and supernatural powers appeared.

This clone was only at the early stage of Taiyi Golden Immortal realm, but Chen Jing recognized the person at a glance—the Demon Saint Ji Meng.

This figure was none other than Ji Meng, one of the Ten Great Demon Saints of the Demon Clan.

"Who are you, and why are you killing my demon clan members at will?"

Ji Meng, the Demon Saint, stood in the sky, his gaze cold as he looked at Chen Jing.

Upon hearing these familiar words, Chen Jing pursed his lips, thinking to himself, "They're all the same, even their opening lines are identical."

He paid no attention to Ji Meng's questioning, and brandished the mixed iron cudgel, unleashing his magic power to pierce through the figure opposite him.

If Chen Jing encountered the real body, he would definitely turn and run away, but this was just a temporarily formed clone, which posed no threat to him at all.

"Taoist, the day my true form arrives will be the day you die."

The roar echoed above Chen Jing's head.

After Chen Jing destroyed Ji Meng's clone, the Ancient Wind Demon King had already transformed back into human form.

Chen Jing instantly teleported in front of him, showing no mercy in the face of the terrified gaze of the Ancient Wind Demon King.

"boom!"

Release the divine light and pour it all into the body of the Ancient Demon King.

The ancient demon king was completely destroyed by the impact of the immortal light, and even his primordial spirit could not escape the calamity.

After defeating the Demon King, Chen Jing decided not to return to the human race.

The appearance of the Demon Saint Ji Meng made him feel threatened. If this Demon Saint were to be brought to the human race, it would be a catastrophic blow to the human race.

Chen Jing had personally witnessed the combat power of Ji Meng, the Demon Saint, and realized that he was far from being able to contend with him.

At this moment, he is flying rapidly over the East China Sea, trying to escape this place of trouble.

"call!"

Suddenly, a sound of air being torn apart came, followed by a powerful pressure.

Chen Jing looked westward and saw a familiar figure rapidly approaching.

The Demon Saint Ji Meng has finally appeared, and in his true form!