Chapter 13 Who Dares To Trespass?

How did this man appear right in front of him? No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't even get a clear look at him. How could he have known that the Heavenly Body Technique was teleportation? "Dragon Form First Strike!" On the other side, Marcus clenched his fist, his knuckles tightening with purpose. Clang! A resounding metallic echo reverberated as the silhouette of a dragon materialized on his fist. Whoosh! A terrifying and oppressive force surged outward—it was Death! In that fleeting moment, the wolf demon seemed to have a vision of its own grisly end. There was absolutely no way to resist. Thud! In the blink of an eye, the wolf demon collapsed to the ground, its front legs giving out as its hind legs buckled. Its head slammed against the earth with a sickening crack, over and over, as though it were desperately bowing. "Spare me, Mr. Thorne! Please, I beg for mercy!" It cried, its voice breaking into a pitiful wail, tinged with despair. Upon witnessing this scene, those watching from the back froze. Their expressions were a mix of astonishment and disbelief. For a moment, silence reigned, save for the wolf demon's frantic pleading. A young man in the group finally broke the stunned quiet, his voice tinged with confusion and awe. "Jeff, am I dreaming?" "No, I don't think so," Jeff replied thoughtfully. "A wolf demon at the Spiritual Realm bowing its head and apologizing? I must be losing my mind," the young man muttered in disbelief, his voice tinged with both astonishment and confusion. On the other side, Marcus clenched his fists, his sharp gaze locked on the wolf demon's submissive posture. For a brief moment, even he was taken aback by the sight. "You… Quite quick to react," he said, his voice carrying a mix of mockery and satisfaction. As he spoke, he waved his hand, and the dragon silhouette hovering above dissipated instantly. Whoosh! The wolf demon, witnessing the dragon figure vanish, exhaled deeply, its chest heaving as though an immense weight had been lifted off its shoulders. The oppressive force of that Dragon Form Fist was too much for him. "Mr. Thorne, I was wrong! I sincerely apologize for my mistake. Please, spare my life!" the wolf demon pleaded, its voice trembling with genuine fear. Marcus glanced at him briefly. After a moment's pause, he asked in a calm yet commanding tone, "Tell me, are you a native of Highland Valley?" "Native?" Jeff and the others exchanged puzzled looks, finding Marcus' choice of words somewhat unusual. The wolf demon hesitated for only a fraction of a second before quickly nodding. "Y-Yes! I was born here." Marcus gave a slight nod. "Hmm. Then, tell me, is there a divine beast residing in Highland Valley?" The mention of a divine beast caused a flicker of alarm to flash through the wolf demon's eyes. Marcus' brows furrowed at the wolf demon's delay. Without hesitation, he raised his hand, and the Dragon Form Fist re-formed again in the blink of an eye. "If you don't know, then die!" Marcus declared coldly, his tone devoid of sympathy as his fist drew back, ready to strike. "Wait! Wait a moment! I know! I know!" the wolf demon cried out, bowing its head to the ground repeatedly in desperation. Marcus' face lit up with a smile. "Good. Then, take me there!" Without hesitation, he leaped into the air and landed gracefully on the wolf demon's back. Turning to the small group that had been left behind, he waved cheerfully. "Well then, see you around, folks!" Before anyone could process what had just happened, Marcus was already riding away atop the wolf demon. All they could do was stand there, utterly bewildered. "Is he… a celestial being?" a young girl murmured to herself. … Marcus sat cross-legged on the wolf demon's back as it raced toward the heart of Highland Valley. "Hey," he called out, his voice steady even against the rushing wind. He reached down and casually grabbed a fistful of the wolf's fur to steady himself. "That divine beast, what's it like?" The wolf demon hesitated for a moment, its voice trembling slightly as it answered. "H-He's the king of the demon beasts in Highland Valley. His true form is a five-colored divine bull. He was born in the Spiritual Realm, and now, he has ascended to the fifth level of the Profound Realm." "A fifth level of the Profound Realm demon beast, huh?" Marcus mused, nodding thoughtfully. The wolf demon ventured a cautious question, its tone tinged with unease. "Mr. Thorne… might I ask, why are you seeking him?" "Oh, nothing too serious," Marcus replied nonchalantly. "I just have a small matter I need his help with." Hearing this, the wolf demon heaved a sigh of relief. "That's a relief, but I must warn you. The demon king is immensely powerful and has an incredibly volatile temper. He despises humans above all else. When you meet him, please tread carefully." Marcus nodded and said, "Don't worry. I'm a very amicable person." Amicable? The wolf demon cursed internally. I narrowly escaped being smashed to death by that man's fist, and yet he dares to describe himself as "amicable?" But it knew better than to voice its thoughts aloud. … Highland Valley was vast and sprawling. Fortunately for the wolf demon, this was its domain. Its intimate knowledge of the terrain, combined with its speed, allowed him to traverse the paths with ease. It wasn't long before it led Marcus to the mountain's heart. "Mr. Thorne," the wolf demon said. "Just ahead lies the territory of the Demon King. You must tread carefully here. Please, whatever you do, don't provoke him. If he gets angry, the consequences will be dire!" His tone betrayed the deep fear he harbored for the five-colored divine bull. Marcus nodded nonchalantly. "Understood," he replied, his tone calm and composed. After walking a bit further, he noticed that the vegetation in Bumdta had grown increasingly lush and abundant. He even spotted rare spiritual herbs and immortal fruits, which were absorbing and releasing faint streams of spiritual energy. "These treasures," the wolf demon explained, "all belong to the demon king. Admire them if you wish, but don't, under any circumstances, pick them. Once, there was a divine beast at the Profound Realm who tried to steal fruits from an immortal fruit tree. The Demon King caught him in the act and split him in half on the spot!" Marcus arched an eyebrow. His expression was a mix of curiosity and disbelief. "You’re telling me a beast at the Profound Realm was killed just like that?" His voice carried a tone of skepticism. The wolf demon nodded earnestly. "Of course! Mr. Thorne, you may not know this, but the bloodline of a divine beast is beyond comprehension. Their strength defies all logic. In the same realm, a divine beast could fight five ordinary beasts. And that's considering the demon king's bloodline is not pure. If he were a pure-blooded five-colored divine bull, his power would be on an entirely different level." Hearing this, Marcus nodded thoughtfully. It was then that a booming voice, heavy with authority, sounded. "Who dares trespass in my territory?"