The Patriarch, though battered and beaten, suddenly smirked.
Blood still trickled from his mouth, his breath was ragged, and his limbs trembled with exhaustion—but there was sothing in his expression that made Wei Long pause.
Then the old boar chuckled, his voice hoarse yet laced with an eerie amusent.
"It seems... I have encountered a beast from the Abyssal Demon Continent."
Wei Long blinked. His large golden eyes narrowed slightly. "Abyssal Demon Continent? What's that supposed to an?"
The Patriarch wiped the blood from his chin with the back of his hand, exhaling deeply before continuing.
"A creature that endlessly gets stronger for an unknown reason... one that hunts and feasts on demonic sects specifically... If such a thing exists, then this is truly the end of all the righteous sects. Their nightmares have only just begun."
Wei Long tilted his massive head, his thick tail flicking lazily behind him as he processed the words.
His nuclear-powered scales shimred slightly under the dim sky, his powerful body completely relaxed.
Then he grinned.
"Wait, wait, wait..." he said, stepping forward, his massive form causing the very ground to tremble. "You think I have so kinda grand mission? So destiny to bring ruin to all the righteous sects?"
He laughed.
A deep, guttural, mocking laugh.
"You're giving too much credit, old pig."
Then, with a slow, deliberate movent, he flexed.
His gargantuan arms tensed, the thick, iron-hard muscles bulging with monstrous power. His tail whipped through the air, sending shockwaves across the battlefield. His nuclear Qi pulsed, his scales gleaming with a radiance that seed almost too blinding to stare at directly.
Wei Long smirked, baring his fangs.
"Do you know why I hunt demonic sects?"
The Patriarch remained silent, watching the monstrous dinosaur with wary eyes.
"Because they don't make lose to my insanity," Wei Long continued, his voice carrying a strange sense of self-satisfaction. "Eating their wretched flesh makes healthy."
He slamd a clawed hand against his chest, the impact causing a thunderous boom to echo through the land.
"Just look at !" he declared proudly. "My body has never been this powerful, this perfect. Their disgusting, corrupt flesh keeps nourished!"
His form radiated dominance.
His sheer presence made the air heavy, made the world itself seem smaller in comparison.
Then—
With a toothy grin, he tilted his head downward.
"But most of all... I do it for fun."
The words were casual.
Careless.
Like it was the most natural thing in the world.
And just like that—he shattered whatever lingering hope the Patriarch had left.
The Blood Boar Patriarch should have looked horrified.
He should have despaired.
But instead—
A strange light glead in his tired eyes.
Then, the old boar smiled.
A dry chuckle escaped his lips.
Wei Long frowned.
"What?"
The chuckle grew louder.
The Patriarch wiped the blood from his lips, shaking his head as if he had just heard the most ridiculous thing in the world.
Then—
He laughed.
Loud.
Long.
Unrestrained.
A genuine, booming laugh that echoed through the ruined battlefield.
Wei Long's tail twitched. His claws flexed. A faint hint of annoyance flickered across his monstrous face.
"What the hell are you laughing about?"
The old boar continued to chuckle, his shoulders trembling, his broken body barely able to stay upright.
Then—
He looked up, his gaze filled with sothing indescribable.
"Isn't that... a foolish belief?"
Wei Long's large golden eyes glead as he stared down at the kneeling patriarch, his tail swaying slightly behind him, radiating nuclear heat.
"Foolish belief?" he repeated, his voice carrying a faint hint of amusent.
The old man chuckled again, his weathered face showing neither fear nor despair.
"It's clear to now," the Blood Boar Patriarch rasped, wiping the blood from his lips. "You are in desperate need of Demonic Dao essences, aren't you?"
Wei Long blinked. "And?"
The patriarch's smirk deepened. "And that ans… your existence is unsustainable."
Wei Long's tail stilled.
The old boar exhaled slowly, then looked up at the monstrous dinosaur before him with a gaze filled with a strange mix of exhaustion and satisfaction.
"Let ask you, oh great devourer, do you truly believe that the Demonic Path will always provide for you?"
Wei Long didn't answer.
The patriarch's smile widened.
"Do you think it's that easy?"
A sharp laugh escaped his lips as he shook his head. "Hah. You fool. After countless years of hiding, do you think demonic cultivators are so easily found? Do you think they breed like insects, just waiting to be hunted by you?"
His voice grew stronger, louder, more forceful.
"You think the world will always be filled with delicious, wretched flesh for you to consu? That wherever you go, another demonic sect will just be waiting for you? That whenever your hunger strikes, so poor, foolish Demonic Dao cultivator will just happen to exist nearby for you to feast upon?"
The patriarch slamd a fist against the ground.
"You are a beast! You consu! You devour! But even the greatest of predators need prey. And let tell you, beast, the Demonic Path is a dying path. The righteous sects have spent centuries purging them, eradicating them from every corner of the world! What few remain have hidden themselves in the deepest, darkest shadows, far beyond the reach of any ordinary hunter!"
Wei Long's eyes flickered slightly, but he remained silent.
The old boar sneered.
"You think they are afraid of you? No. They were already hunted long before you appeared. The mont they dare to reveal themselves, the righteous sects descend upon them like a storm. And now, you—so monstrous beast—dare to think you can feast upon them endlessly?"
His laughter turned sharp, cutting.
"You are a fool if you believe your food source will last forever!"
The air grew heavier.
Wei Long's massive form cast an even darker shadow over the patriarch, his golden scales shimring under the dim light. His claws flexed slightly, and for the first ti, he seed to consider the words.
The patriarch grinned.
"Your hunger is your downfall, beast."
A heavy silence followed.
Then—
Wei Long smirked.
Is this old man really thinking that I needed beasts with demonic dao essence that much to sustain my life?
Well, I can say I needed to maintain my human consciousness, but I don't really need them that much. They are just far easier to consu than normal at and much healthier for .
I needed them, but only when I turned into a beast driven by pure instinct.
As long as I avoid becoming that version of myself, I think I will be fine.
"Old man," he said, his voice carrying an unmistakable arrogance, "I hate to break it to you, but I don't really need it that much."
The patriarch's smile faltered.
Wei Long grinned wider.
"I just like them because they're tasty."
His large, razor-sharp teeth glead.
"And besides…" He tilted his massive head slightly, his eyes dark with amusent. "I only really need them when I turn into a true beast. When I lose myself. When I beco nothing but pure hunger."
The patriarch's eyes widened slightly.
Wei Long's voice was calm, relaxed, almost playful.
"But normally?" He laughed, his deep, rumbling voice shaking the air. "I eat them because I want to."
The ground trembled beneath his feet.
"Because it's fun."
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