Volume 3: The Sword That Shines on the Demon Clan Chapter 46: The Demon King Pojun
At this moment, Wang Chen was standing in front of Kong Pojun who was stunned.
"Hahaha."
After being stunned for a moment, Kong Pojun laughed again, as if the situation was under his control at all times.
"You are indeed qualified to invite Hei Huang..."
Bang!
With a flash of golden light, Wang Chen slapped Kong Pojun hard in the face.
"You can still laugh at this time, is there water in your forehead?"
He said lightly.
"You dare to hit me?" Kong Pojun's face was half swollen, but he said in surprise. From childhood to adulthood, he had received the education of an heir and an aristocratic education.
Whenever someone treats you rudely, even vulgarly, give you a slap in the face.
This took him a while to recover from.
"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll kill you!"
Wang Chen said grimly.
"Kill me?"
"Hahaha……"
Bang!
Woo.
Kong Pojun laughed out loud as if he had heard something funny, but Wang Chen slapped him in the face again without mercy.
"You want to kill me!" Kong Pojun said sternly.
"Do you know who I am? I am from the Kong family in Zhongzhou! My father is the Pojun Demon King in the family. How many resources has the family spent on me since I was a child? The family's assets will be handed over to me sooner or later. There are ten demon kings in our family alone. Who do you think you are? How dare you talk about killing me?"
“Even if you have Hei Huang to help you suppress me now, if you dare to kill me, I guarantee that the Kong family will definitely catch you at all costs and peel off your skin and refine your bones. Even if you can escape for a while, what about your relatives and friends? What about your family? All the people related to you will be implicated by you, and their entire clan will be exterminated, and they will turn into resentful ghosts who also resent you.”
"Do you dare?"
The monsters who were standing there in a daze felt a chill in their hearts when they heard Kong Pojun's threat, which contained the resentment.
They believed that if they switched positions with Wang Chen, what they would be worrying about at this moment was how to step down.
The Demon King is the top fighting force among the demon clan. One Demon King can make a family soar to the sky. The Kong family has 10 Demon Kings. This kind of strength has long been among the top of the demon clan.
No one dared to actually kill a core member of the Kong family. Even the heirs of the same big family would not dare to be so willful.
Although Kong Pojun's face was red and swollen, with two clear five-finger marks on it, his eyes were full of confidence.
Chant!
As the long sword rang, a golden thread flashed, like a ray of light cutting through the darkness.
When Kong Pojun saw this streak of light, his eyes instantly turned into astonishment.
The long sword filled with golden energy was slashing towards his neck from an extremely comfortable angle.
"He actually dared to kill me..."
Kong Pojun lost his ability to think for a short period of time.
Wang Chen's actions caused a huge stir in everyone's hearts.
Blood splatters!
The six swords were extremely sharp, and a blood mark instantly appeared on Kong Pojun's fair neck.
A strange scene happened at this moment.
The Six Paths Sword, which could cut gold and split jade, pierced Kong Pojun's neck, but could not go any further and behead him.
Amidst the shining cyan-gold light, a tall, stern-faced middle-aged man in a green brocade robe stepped out from the void, and immediately a terrifying pressure swept down.
"It's the Demon King Pojun!"
"How could he come here?"
Someone exclaimed. Every demon king was a well-known figure among the demons, and many demons were already familiar with them.
"Pojun Demon King?" Doesn't it mean that all demons over 30 years old in the arena will be expelled by the rules of Tongtian Demon Emperor?
Wang Chen's thoughts flashed through his mind quickly, and he looked carefully at the handsome middle-aged man in front of him.
"How dare you! Young man, whose son are you? How dare you kill my offspring?"
The Demon King Pojun stared at Wang Chen. The air trembled and a terrifying pressure came down like a physical entity.
"This aura is in no way inferior to that of the great cultivators of the human race. No wonder Kong Pojun dared to provoke me at this time." It turned out that he had an incarnation of his father in his body to protect him.
Wang Chen frowned, and the ancestral energy in his body circulated wildly to resist the tremendous pressure .
This external incarnation is probably just a wisp of spiritual consciousness or something like that, otherwise why would it waste time talking to me? It would definitely take me down on the spot.
"Old man, your son has no family education, and I am just trying to help you clean up the mess. No need to thank me."
Wang Chen waved his hand.
The whole place was dead silent.
This is the Demon King Pojun, the top existence of the demon clan. How could he be disrespectfully called an old man at this moment?
Even Kong Pojun was stunned.
Among the demon race, who dares to call his father "old man" and speak to him in this tone?
Even the head of the Kong family couldn't do it.
For the first time, he regretted provoking this madman Wang Chen.
“Arrogant!”
The Demon King Pojun was furious, his hair and beard moved without wind, and countless light spots condensed in the air, turning into a giant sword as red as blood.
When the giant sword took shape, the ghost faces of countless wronged souls appeared around the giant sword, wailing incessantly.
It was as if countless souls were trapped in this giant sword.
"The Pojun Sword is the magic weapon of the Pojun Demon King. Every time he kills someone, his soul will be trapped in it, increasing his power. At this moment, even if there is only a trace of his Demon King mark, when he swings the Pojun Sword, no one in the entire arena can stop him."
A demon who was watching from the sidelines stared at the legendary killing weapon with his eyes fixed, muttering to himself.
"You actually used such a vicious weapon, old man, aren't you afraid of retribution?"
"I am the Peacock Clan of the Ming Dynasty, and I can rule over hell. It's no big deal to imprison a few wronged souls. Come over here too!"
The Demon King Pojun grasped the big sword in one hand, and suddenly the sound of ghosts crying was heard everywhere.
At this moment, he seemed like the King of Hell, holding the divine weapon of punishment in his hand, and pressing down the sword strangely and slowly.
The two-colored demonic power entwined, turning the sword from scarlet red to the sacred gold and blue. There was no overwhelming momentum or earth-shaking destructive power, but only a highly condensed and compressed demonic power.
It was as if this sword had confined the space around Wang Chen and fell specifically for him.
Not a cent more, not a cent less.
If one takes one look at it, one would feel as if one's eyes were being cut.
Heihuang frowned, he didn't think Wang Chen could block this sword.
His body was covered in black flames, and he was about to rush forward.
"Need not!"
As he spoke, Wang Chen's entire body was enveloped in a golden glow, with golden threads fluttering in the wind. He raised his unarmed hand to face the Broken Army Sword.
Heihuang showed surprise for the first time.
What is he going to do?
Everyone's mind was blank.
Facing the terrifying Pojun Sword, this action is no different from suicide.
The next moment , the Pojun Sword pressed down fiercely.
call!
The hurricane suddenly arose.
Bang.
The huge rock under Wang Chen's feet cracked.
However, the imagined violent explosion, the earth being torn apart, and the reappearance of hell did not occur.
What was even more surprising was that Wang Chen actually held the Pojun Sword with one hand!
This scene shocked Heihuang. He asked himself that even if he was a wisp of Demon King Pojun's divine consciousness, he would never be able to block such an attack with a single palm.
The crackling thunder attracted everyone's attention. Where Wang Chen's palm touched the giant sword, golden and green thunder kept jumping, as if two extremely powerful forces were wrestling with each other.
With his straight body as the center, the entire venue was swept up by a dazzling hurricane, with gravel and debris flying everywhere.
Suddenly the place was as bright as day.
