My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences Chapter 588 - 588 The Eight Demons Are Like Chickens

588 The Eight Demons Are Like Chickens

Outside the King Bone Holy Altar.

The group of human warriors, previously taking shelter from the qi sea waves, had managed to climb up the mountain. The visibility from this vantage point was incredibly clear, enabling them to distinctly discern the situation within the King Bone Holy Altar. Of course, it was hard to miss the eight colossal beasts anyway.

“This is an advantageous position. Weren’t we told that the mountain peak was heavily oppressed by the aura of the King Bone Holy Altar, making it an unscalable place?” one of them asked.

“It appears that’s not the case,” retorted a young Visceral Prefecture Realm expert.

Old Master Wang, observing the eight beasts, said, “The ergence of these eight beasts likely influenced the energy of the entire King Bone Holy Altar, forcing it from the top to the ground. Consequently, this mountain has now beco a refuge. After this incident, that power will likely slowly rebound…”

Before he could finish speaking, everyone watched in awe as the gargantuan Kun Peng dove toward the ground. Echoing sound waves radiated from the King Bone Holy Altar, causing everyone’s hair to flutter wildly.

“How terrifying…” a man started to exclaim. Before he could complete his statent, the mountain-sized Kun Peng disintegrated piece by piece.

“How terrifying,” he muttered, his pupils shrinking.

Everyone’s attention then shifted to the area beneath the disintegrated Kun Peng. A diminutive figure stood amid the rubble.

The imdiate vicinity, a hundred-ter radius, was in shambles. Forget the vegetation — even the ground had sunk several inches.

“If I’m not wrong, that person must be the Great Spirit Dragon of the Spirit Dragon Duo Demons,” Old Master Wang speculated, visibly taken aback.

“What a creature,” ca a chilly voice of admiration from the side, rendering more people speechless.

Atop the King Bone Holy Altar, the eyes of the demons from the six royal clans twitched uncontrollably at the sight.

“As expected, indeed…” muttered the Qiong Qi grand elder, his mouth twitching in the process. “Everyone, I suggest we simply call him Wang Gu,” he proposed, looking around at his kin.

“Indeed. Despite the various tactics we have at our disposal, considering this youngster dared to confront our six royal clans alone, we should at least extend him so courtesy,” stated one of the white tiger elders, his features unchanged.

The grand elders from the remaining four clans nodded in agreent.

“If it’s impossible, then it’s impossible. Why make so many excuses?” retorted Bai Shiquan with disdain. “You senior mbers are all bound by so so-called face. Eventually, it will turn minor issues into major calamities.”

“You have a loose tongue?” retorted a white tiger elder, casting a frosty glance at Bai Shiquan.

“When I inherit my father’s position, I’ll make it a point to eliminate anyone posing even the slightest threat to our white tiger clan’s rule,” proclaid Bai Shiquan, leveraging the surrounding scenery to emphasize his sentints.

In his perspective, the progress of the six royal clans was constantly obstructed across various main world battlefields. He believed the primary reason the human race sent many prodigies to disrupt their rule was because these families overly prized their reputations.

The various clans, overly concerned about their prestige and stubborn to boot, had unknowingly nurtured small issues into the significant problems they faced today. As a result, they had to dedicate many tis the usual manpower and combat power just to keep an eye on the opposition.

The person confronting them likely was a spy raised by Prince Qing Cang’s allies, who had also probably been hunted by the six royal clans sowhere else.

“Everyone, prepare yourselves!”

“To the hill!”

The leaders of the phoenix clan roared out their orders.

Qin Huai, situated on the flat mountain path, suddenly quickened his pace and set his sights on the mountain.

“Charge! Attack!” Qiqi, one of the demons from the six royal clans, commanded in a roar.

The remaining seven beasts lunged at Qin Huai. Descending from the mountain, the white tiger exuded divine might, its nacing aura morphing into a surging river of blood.

As this river approached, Qin Huai’s hair stood on end. A faint golden light shimred beneath his skin.

Any encroaching killing intent instantly disintegrated within an inch of him. Qin Huai’s eyes, stark white as before, reflected a blood-colored tiger and wolf rising from his back. Initially quivering, they grew exponentially more formidable under the influence of Qin Huai’s vigorous blood and qi, their killing intent even surpassing that of the White Tiger.

Bang!

Qin Huai’s fist caused the killing intent to shatter increntally, much like fragile paper.

From the horizon erged a phoenix, its fiery glow cascading down from the sky. Another punch from Qin Huai sent his energy skyrocketing into the clouds. The fist carved a path wherever it went, dissipating the surrounding clouds and mist.

Whoosh!

In mid-air, the phoenix split into two, converging like giant pincers toward Qin Huai’s ribs with uncanny precision. Its beak, as red as blood and hefty, sought to penetrate Qin Huai. Its searing flas attempted to burn through him.

However, Qin Huai’s expression remained unchanged. “A phantom is ultimately a phantom, externally formidable but internally frail,” he retorted coldly. A single move was all it took for him to grasp the offensive capabilities of the eight beasts. He threw another punch, and the phoenix shattered into pieces.

Instead of evading, Qin Huai used his body to block the oncoming assaults and quickened his advance. His hooves suspended in the air, a stomp ushered in a flurry of clouds and mist. Without affording it a look, Qin Huai launched another punch.

Bang!

The punch fell short of its target. The Qilin’s hoof crashed down onto Qin Huai’s head. The ground split open for thousands of feet, causing the surrounding mountains to shudder.

A slight raise of his eyebrow at his miss, Qin Huai shifted his gaze to the formidable Qilin. Previously clad in scales and fur, the creature had now lost more than half of it.

Scales scattered across the grounds of the King Bone Holy Altar, so embedding themselves deeply into the earth, as if fallen from the heavens.