Urban Wolf King

Chapter 1205 1216: Battle with the Demon Venerable

The demon was also an extraordinary existence. Upon seeing Wang Yan attack, it immediately rallied its spirits, its eyes flashing brilliantly, and charged toward Wang Yan.

Though Wang Yan wielded the Soul-Breaking Spear, the demon was unarmed, directly throwing a punch at the spear.

Spear tip met fist. A violent explosion erupted with a thunderous "boom," instantly forming a whirlwind that swept outward.

The surrounding demon beasts were blown around by the whirlwind, swaying incoherently.

Seeing this, the Six Great Venerable Tiers quickly commanded the demon beasts to retreat a distance, away from the whirlwind.

With this strike, Wang Yan's body stumbled backward, retreating seven or eight steps, whereas the demon merely swayed slightly.

The demon had felt some concern initially, but upon seeing Wang Yan's vulnerability, it relaxed, smirking coldly, "Too weak. I suggest you reveal what you obtained in the Ink Pool early on; otherwise, just with cultivation, you're no match for me."

Yet, a smile appeared on Wang Yan's face.

In that move against the demon, he immediately understood the gap between them.

Though a gap existed, he could still fight.

Thus, Wang Yan laughed heartily, his body undulating again as he charged at the demon once more.

The demon snorted coldly, muttering, "Ignorant of life and death."

With that, the demon surged forward too, delivering another punch toward Wang Yan.

Wang Yan swayed the Soul-Breaking Spear, its tip darting to attack the demon's fist.

With another "boom," Wang Yan's body was once again repelled.

Yet, just after being knocked back, Wang Yan rebounded instantly, attacking the demon again.

Impatience flickered in the demon's eyes; raising its fist, it continuously struck outward, each punch flinging Wang Yan away.

But every time Wang Yan was sent flying, he rebounded without pause, attacking the demon anew.

Though repeatedly repelled, Wang Yan's attacks grew fiercer, his fighting spirit soaring higher.

Witnessing them exchange dozens of moves, with Wang Yan repelled as many times, yet showing no signs of defeat.

The demon's frustration grew, its face turning increasingly ashen, its force strengthening continuously.

Its fist surrounded by strong winds, roaring powerfully.

The fist winds carried the pressure of the Demon Venerable, relentlessly closing in on Wang Yan.

Under the fist winds, Wang Yan's activity range was suppressed smaller, gradually confined to one area.

Seeing Wang Yan unable to defeat the demon, the Six Great Venerable Tiers relaxed. Having intended to assist before, they now stood by, laughing as Wang Yan was pushed back step by step.

The demon had thought to kill Wang Yan within a few moves, but at every critical strike, Wang Yan narrowly dodged, frustrating the demon's efforts.

To the demon, Wang Yan before him seemed like a hedgehog—though tender yet hazardous to touch.

Eyeing him, the demon conceived an idea.

Attacking relentlessly, yet saying in a deep voice, "Wang Yan, I see you're talented. Should you submit to me and hand over the Chaos Bell, I might spare your life."

Wang Yan dodged the demon's attacks, responding coldly, "Really? Can I trust you?"

The demon hurriedly replied, "Of course you can."

Wang Yan replied coldly, "Back when Wu Ancestor Li took you into Mozi Academy, he trusted you. But what happened?"

"He cared for you, nurtured you painstakingly, trusted you. But what ensued?"

"For a mere external item, you turned against him. But what was the outcome?"

"Are your actions worthy of others' trust?"

"Do your actions conform to being human?"

The demon's attempt to persuade Wang Yan was also meant to distract him.

Yet upon hearing Wang Yan's words, each was like a thunderclap in the demon's heart.

The demon's fury surged, clouding its mind.

Though the demon believed the Chaos Bell was rightfully his, deep down, he knew Wu Ancestor Li treated him like a son, and his deeds were heartless.

This was a scar in the demon's heart, long deeply covered, now exposed by Wang Yan, as if a healing wound was picked, reawakening pain.

Thus, the demon went berserk, yelling, throwing a punch at Wang Yan.

Except this time, moved by fury, the motion was slightly delayed.

Wang Yan seized this chance, facing the punch, surprisingly not dodging, shaking the Soul-Breaking Spear directly toward the demon.

This move could easily lead to mutual destruction with the demon.

The demon snorted, raising its aura, the Demon Venerable's pressure directly pressing Wang Yan.

Under this pressure, Wang Yan's movement slowed slightly, enabling the demon's fist to reach Wang Yan's chest.

Wang Yan drew a deep breath, and as the fist was about to smash his chest, he shifted his body desperately, dodging his chest.

Although he dodged the chest, he couldn't avoid the shoulder.

A "crunch" was heard, as Wang Yan's left shoulder smashed, his left arm hanging limply.

Through lengthy combat, having finally struck Wang Yan, the demon relaxed, casting a triumphant glance at Wang Yan.

However, that glance first met Wang Yan's deep, black eyes.

Seeing those eyes, the demon froze, feeling an uncanny familiarity.

Those black eyes were clear yet unfathomable, evoking awe and intimacy.

"Yes, when Wu Ancestor Li taught me, he had this look." The demon recalled.

In that moment, inspecting again, the demon realized standing before him wasn't Wang Yan, but Wu Ancestor Li.

Wu Ancestor Li's face was painful, and his fist still rested on Wu Ancestor Li's left shoulder.

The demon recoiled instinctively, feeling uneasy.

Though he resented Wu Ancestor Li for not passing the Chaos Bell, he harbored some sentiment toward Wu Ancestor Li.

Suddenly seeing himself injure Wu Ancestor Li, the demon's heart trembled.

From the Prison Suppression Pass came cries, "The demon killed the director."

"Director died an unjust death!"

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Hearing this, the demon panicked further, unsure what to do.

But just then, the demon sensed a murderous intent. After all, being a strong Demon Venerable, the power of Demon Patterns sparked to life, clearing his mind.

With clarity, the cries vanished, and before him was no longer Wu Ancestor Li, but Wang Yan.

By now, the Soul-Breaking Spear's tip had reached the demon's throat.