"Ancestor, look! Hehe, these are some local specialties we juniors brought back for you from the Southern Region."
With Zen Master Wu Hai’s resounding cry of "Ancestor," the air inside the Black Bone Hall seemed to freeze.
Every demon’s gaze was fixed on the two massive corpses thrown into the center of the hall.
The Azure-Scaled Jiao Lord’s body had been twisted into a bizarre shape; his tail and head were tied in a dead knot, making him look like a giant bow.
The Black-Scaled Snake Envoy was in an even worse state, turned into a large plate of neatly sliced meat piled into a mountain of flesh.
Coupled with the three heads already placed on the table, the four great demon envoys under the Thousand-Eyed Toad Saint, who had once terrorized the Southern Region, were now officially reunited in the Black Bone Hall.
The demons who had been watching the spectacle were now as pale as Thousand-Tangle Fairy. Some of the more cowardly ones even crawled under their tables.
Only a few hours ago, these two brothers had been full of life, heading out on the Toad Saint's orders to receive guests.
How had they been brought back as gifts in the blink of an eye?
"Well done."
Chen Zhou looked at the grand gift and nodded with satisfaction.
He stood up from his bone throne and stepped into the center of the hall.
Zen Master Wu Hai and the disciples of the Bone Temple immediately cleared a path like stars revolving around the moon, each of them kneeling on the floor with their foreheads pressed against the tiles.
Chen Zhou walked up to the pile of sliced meat and pointed at the carnage. He turned and smiled at the Toad Saint, who remained expressionless on the main seat.
"Toad Saint, I said that since I was attending the gathering, I would naturally bring generous souvenirs."
"Those three heads from before were just the appetizers. These two heavyweights are the main course."
Chen Zhou spread his hands. "As they say, the whole family should be together, neat and tidy."
"Now that the four envoys are gathered, your family, Toad Saint, is finally reunited."
"Is the Toad Saint satisfied with this gesture?"
How was this a gesture of goodwill?
This was clearly taking a dump on the head of the Ten Thousand Miasma Valley and then asking the Toad Saint if it smelled good!
The Poison-Wing Eagle King watched from the side, his heart thumping. In his agony, he even forgot the pain of his injuries, completely stunned by the sight.
Too arrogant.
He had originally thought that hiding a few human-livestock was the height of audacity, but he hadn't expected this man to simply chop off the Toad Saint’s left and right hands.
No one dared to move, and no one dared to speak.
"Fine, since you look down on these shells of flesh and blood, I suppose they belong to me."
Chen Zhou looked at the spoils of war and feigned a sigh, not standing on ceremony.
Before the eyes of the gathered demons, he extended a bone palm and made a grasping motion in the air.
Two spheres of brilliant light were extracted from the corpses.
【You have obtained a broken divinity — Corrosion】
【You have obtained a broken divinity — Lethal Poison】
Adding these to the ones he already had, Chen Zhou now held enough divinity fragments to play with them like marbles.
He casually tucked the two orbs into his sleeve, causing the eyelids of the surrounding demons to twitch even more violently.
Those were the lifelong essences of two great demon kings, and they were just pocketed like that?
"The Ancestor is mighty!"
Zen Master Wu Hai took the cue to lead his disciples in a loud cheer. "The path of slaughter proves the Way; only our Bone Temple reigns supreme!"
Seeing that they had the numbers, the flower demon Rongrong, who had been hiding behind Chen Zhou, suddenly gathered her courage. She pointed at the collapsed Thousand-Tangle Fairy and spoke loudly.
"Lord Jian, it was her!"
Although Rongrong’s voice was still trembling, she straightened her back as she remembered the Bone God’s teachings and why she was fighting.
"It was this old hag! Just now, while you were away, she called the Lord some 'stray bone' from who-knows-where!"
"She even said she would take the Lord apart to make soup!"
Luoluo and Yiyi, the other two flower demons who had been excited by the earlier battle, immediately teared up with grievance upon hearing Rongrong’s words.
Emboldened by their numbers and the Bone God’s backing, Yiyi immediately entered 'snitch mode,' showing quite a talent for exaggeration.
"That old woman was so mean just now. She said we were hybrids, neither demon nor fiend, and that it was disgusting to see us wearing human skin. She even cursed Sister Piao."
Luoluo nodded frantically in support, mimicking Thousand-Tangle Fairy’s earlier tone and pose with her hands on her hips.
"Yes, yes, that’s exactly what she said! She looked so ugly, her face was peeling off and she was still screeching."
Piao listened from the side, nodded seriously, and made a note in her small notebook before looking at Thousand-Tangle Fairy.
"Yes, she did say I wasn't human."
"But my mother said that judging others casually is very impolite."
"Furthermore, I think she is very stupid. She hasn't even read a single book. Unlike me—I have a small notebook, so I am very smart."
Piao’s tone was calm, as if she were merely stating an objective fact.
Jian Huaishuang, who had been resting with his eyes closed, felt his giant sword tremble slightly.
He was not usually a man of strong emotional swings; his experiences in the White Jade Sword Sect had long ago left his heart as still as water.
But this time, he was angry.
The Bone God was a god, the only salvation in this world. How could a minor demon who only knew how to play with toxic weeds be allowed to defile him?
Clang—
Sword intent soared into the sky as paper snow began to flutter.
"Blasphemers must die."
However, before Jian Huaishuang could act, someone else was even more impatient.
"Awoooo—!"
Zen Master Wu Hai, who had been kneeling, suddenly jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
"What?!"
"You dared to insult the Ancestor?!"
"And you dared to insult the Ancestor's attendants?!"
Zen Master Wu Hai shook with rage, the soul fire in his eye sockets turning a blood red.
This was a golden opportunity to perform in front of the Ancestor.
He couldn't let such a chance slip away.
He was even angrier than Jian Huaishuang. He raised his bone monk staff and pointed it at Thousand-Tangle Fairy, shouting curses.
"Bold monster! To show such disrespect to the Ancestor!"
"The Great Vehicle Buddhism of our Bone Temple is the path of slaughter. Today, this humble monk shall reclaim you for the Buddha!"
"Boys, get her! Chop this woman into fertilizer!"
"For the glory of the Ancestor!!"
At Zen Master Wu Hai's command, the group of skeleton monks, still reeking of the battlefield's murderous intent, charged forward like mad dogs.
Thousand-Tangle Fairy screamed in terror, scrambling toward the Toad Saint’s feet.
"Exalted Saint, save me! Save me!"
"I didn't... I didn't say those things! They’re framing me!"
"Exalted Saint, please say something!"
Although she had recently broken through to the second transformation of eerification, she had been scared out of her wits by Chen Zhou. Combined with her previous injuries from the death qi, she could hardly fight back.
But the Toad Saint didn't even lift an eyelid. Thousand-Tangle Fairy was soon beaten within an inch of her life, and the Black Bone Hall fell into total chaos.
The Poison-Wing Eagle King watched with a pounding heart, cold sweat dripping down his feathers.
They were too ruthless; Thousand-Tangle Fairy barely looked like a demon anymore.
Poison-Wing was secretly relieved. Fortunately—fortunately, he had held back earlier and hadn't said anything too disrespectful.
Trouble truly does come from the mouth!
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