Chapter 131: Clamor

Who has the audacity to snatch the spoils of war from the Crown Prince?

In an instant, all eyes converged on the figure that had suddenly appeared. Clad in a black robe, their true face remained obscured. This opportunist was none other than Jun Wushuang!

Mo Fenglie possessed the Storm Sacred Body; should Jun Wushuang consume and refine it, his own Devouring Demon Body would undoubtedly break through to the Great Completion stage. How could he let such an opportunity slip by? As for whether this would offend Jiang Rulong, he did not care in the slightest.

"It’s that mysterious man in black!"

Seeing Jun Wushuang, everyone was instantly stunned. The reputation of the mysterious black-robed figure had long since spread throughout the burial site. Whether it was the members of the Great Qian Dynasty or the disciples of the Black Demon Sect, all had a deep impression of him. No one expected that after Mo Fenglie’s fall, he would actually jump out.

"Master!"

Among those present, only Night Owl knew Jun Wushuang’s true identity. Even he, however, had not expected that Jun Wushuang would dare to confront Jiang Rulong directly. This was the man who had slain Mo Fenglie with a single strike of his spear! It was simply unbelievable.

"Ant, who gave you the courage to snatch what belongs to this Prince?"

Jiang Rulong stared coldly at Jun Wushuang, a flicker of fury rising from the depths of his eyes. Among those present, only Mo Fenglie had been worth a modicum of his interest. As for the others, they were no different from ants in his eyes. This black-robed figure had previously helped Mo Fenglie neutralize a poison, and now he was here to claim the corpse. To Jiang Rulong, this was a path to certain death.

"Hand over Mo Fenglie’s body, and I will leave you a whole corpse!"

Jiang Rulong reached out, and the Dragon-Patterned Golden Scaled Spear returned to his hand. Although he had consumed a vast amount of spiritual energy and was injured, killing a disciple of the Black Demon Sect was no harder for him than crushing an insect.

"A charlatan playing god, daring to set yourself against our Great Qian Dynasty? Hand over the body at once, then kneel before the Crown Prince and beg for mercy!"

"If you remain stubborn, today next year will be the anniversary of your death!"

"Don't even think about running; there is no escape for you today!"

The Third Prince shouted, posturing behind his brother’s power. Since even Mo Fenglie was dead, he did not believe Jun Wushuang had the capacity to oppose Jiang Rulong. Every disciple of the Black Demon Sect had to die; the treasures within this tomb belonged to them alone.

"Noisy!"

Jun Wushuang let out a cold snort and lashed out with a slap. Instantly, spiritual energy surged outward, striking the Third Prince’s face with brutal force.

*Slap!*

The Third Prince was struck, his skin tearing and flesh mangled as he shrieked and fell to the ground. A month ago, Jun Wushuang could not have defeated the Third Prince, but now, with his strength at the sixth level of the Heavenly Human Realm, he could kill the Third Prince with a single hand.

*Hiss!*

The crowd gasped. No one had expected this black-robed man to be so arrogant as to strike the Third Prince in front of Jiang Rulong. This slap hit not only the Third Prince’s face but also the dignity of the Great Qian Dynasty. As the Crown Prince, how could Jiang Rulong tolerate such an act?

"Ant! You dare touch my people!"

Violent rage erupted from Jiang Rulong. It was like a volcanic eruption, bringing disaster and threatening to destroy everything in its path.

"It’s over, it’s over. The Crown Prince is truly enraged; this man in black is dead for sure!"

"He deserves it! Who told him to be so arrogant? Not only did he steal the Prince’s spoils, but he also slapped the Third Prince. Someone like that deserves to be torn to pieces."

"Die! Mo Fenglie deserved to die, this black-robed man deserves to die, all of the Black Demon Sect deserves to die!"

Seeing Jiang Rulong’s fury, the crowd trembled. As for the Black Demon Sect members, no one moved to help Jun Wushuang, as they all knew he was not a true disciple, but one who had joined midway.

"Die!"

The single word contained monstrous murderous intent. Jiang Rulong gripped his Dragon-Patterned Golden Scaled Spear and lunged.

*Swish!*

A golden spear light tore through the sky like an arrow released from its string, moving with incredible speed, instantly appearing before Jun Wushuang. With Jiang Rulong’s strength, this strike was enough to instantly kill an average Marquis-level expert. Though Jun Wushuang was strong, he would normally need to go all out to block such a blow.

Yet, at this moment, Jun Wushuang stood still, not dodging or showing any sign of resistance, as if he had been paralyzed by fear.

"Hahaha, hilarious! I thought he was some formidable character; turns out he’s a coward, scared stiff by the Crown Prince!"

Seeing Jun Wushuang motionless, the Fifth Prince burst into laughter, his face full of mockery. The others shared the same sentiment, believing Jun Wushuang was courting death.

*Clang!*

A sharp, piercing sound of metal clashing rang out. The Dragon-Patterned Golden Scaled Spear flew off at an even faster speed, piercing straight through a stone hall. This sudden turn of events stunned everyone. Jiang Rulong’s pupils contracted, his gaze locked tightly on the space in front of Jun Wushuang.

Standing before Jun Wushuang was a towering figure: the Nether Poison Emperor!

However, the Bagua seal talisman that had bound it was gone; it had regained its freedom.

"How is this possible?"

Seeing the Nether Poison Emperor block the lethal strike for Jun Wushuang, everyone was frozen in shock. Wasn’t Mo Fenglie dead? The bronze throne was still in the distance; how had he managed this?

Jiang Rulong’s eyes narrowed as he stared at Jun Wushuang.

"So, Mo Fenglie was just a decoy. The Black Demon Sect’s true trump card this time... is you!"

Jiang Rulong had misunderstood, but Jun Wushuang offered no explanation. Since there was a misunderstanding, he would let it persist.

*Swish!*

Jun Wushuang gestured, and the bronze throne whistled through the air, landing beneath him. Without hesitation, he sat down. Instantly, a demonic aura ten times more powerful than Mo Fenglie’s surged from Jun Wushuang’s body.

At this moment, in the eyes of all present, Jun Wushuang appeared as a supreme, invincible Demon King. His demonic aura was boundless and peerless; with a single thought, heaven and earth would crumble; with a single glance, the stars would shatter. A sense of insignificance and humbleness welled up in everyone’s hearts.

*Thump!*

Unable to withstand the pressure of this demonic aura, the crowd fell to their knees, bowing in worship. It was as if Jun Wushuang were the supreme Demon King who ruled the Demon Realm and commanded all demons!

The strength of this aura made even Jiang Rulong’s expression darken. He pushed his Dragon Blood Sacred Body to its limit, using his dragon aura to barely resist.

"I am the True Dragon; I shall suppress and kill all enemies!"

Jiang Rulong was as proud as a dragon; how could he submit? He let out a long roar, driving his Dragon Blood Sacred Body to the absolute limit.

"High-grade Forbidden Technique: Dragon Blood Boiling!"

As Jiang Rulong unleashed the forbidden technique, the dragon blood within him boiled, transforming into a terrifying energy.

"Dharma Image Fusion!"

At this moment, leveraging the power of the forbidden technique, Jiang Rulong managed to merge with his Dharma Image.

*Roar!*

A dragon’s cry shook the heavens. Jiang Rulong merged with his True Dragon Dharma Image, transforming into a golden dragon a thousand meters long.

"No one can defeat me! I will kill you!"

With an angry roar, Jiang Rulong turned his dragon body and charged aggressively at Jun Wushuang. The climactic battle erupted in an instant!