Invincible Snake Emperor

Chapter 505: Chapter 493: The Fall of the Wolf Race

’The Heaven Swaying Sword... it truly is a Divine Weapon of its generation, indestructible and invincible.’

Tu Xiao’an now stood in mid-air, one hand clutching a massive wolf’s head, the other holding the Heaven Swaying Sword—a three-foot azure blade pulsing with Sword Aura.

This sword was one of the System’s rewards for seizing the Celestial Might, letting Tu Xiao’an choose any Immortal Divine Weapon he wanted from the System Mall.

Tu Xiao’an had been decisive. Without a second thought, he had chosen the Heaven Swaying Sword from the System Mall.

With the Heaven Swaying Sword, not even the immensely powerful body of a Deep Mountain Great Demon could withstand its edge.

It had to be said, Tu Xiao’an had chosen his sword well. Decapitating the Bloodthirsty Wolf King with a single strike had shaken the countless Demons hiding in the shadows, making them want to retreat.

’Forget about killing the snake. They should be thanking their lucky stars if this snake doesn’t kill them.’

Just then, a chorus of shrill, mournful howls rose from the valley. The cries were filled with grief and sorrow, but even more so with a hellish Killing Intent.

The Wolf Race was facing annihilation. Their Wolf King had been slain with a single slash, and now his head was being held aloft in mid-air for all the world to see.

This was a blatant, resounding slap in the face to the entire Wolf Race.

AWOOO... AWOOO... AWOOO...!

The hundreds of thousands of wolves on Monkey Mountain went into a frenzy, surging toward Tu Xiao’an like an overwhelming tide.

Their king had been killed in public. From this day forward, the Wolf Race’s fearsome reputation in the Yaoling Mountain Range would be no more; they were headed for a swift decline.

Unless the race could produce another expert at the Deep Mountain Great Demon Level, they would be forced to live out their days with their tails between their legs.

But that was a problem for another time. Their king was dead, and the hundreds of thousands of wolves would never let that snake go, even if it meant they all perished together.

”Hmph. I killed your king with a single strike, and you still dare to act so recklessly?”

As Tu Xiao’an looked up, countless wolves were leaping through the air, hurtling toward him. The sight was utterly terrifying, and the air was thick with the faint scent of blood.

He watched with cold indifference, the corners of his lips curling into a slight smirk. He tilted the Heaven Swaying Sword, then flung it forward.

SHIIING... RIP...!

The moment the Heaven Swaying Sword left his hand, its body shuddered and its Sword Aura flared brilliantly. Space twisted in an instant as a violent surge of Energy erupted. The blade then multiplied into thousands of phantoms, slashing down at the horde of leaping wolves...

The Heaven Swaying Sword flashed in an arc. The wolves were as fragile as paper. Flesh and blood splattered, and shrill screams echoed as the air filled with the stench of blood. The very world seemed to tremble as if mountains were collapsing and the earth was tearing apart.

In an instant, living creatures were reduced to nothing. The ferocious wolves were torn apart as if by a thousand cuts—heads and limbs exploding, torsos disintegrating.

Light from the blade and the glint of blood filled the air. The Wolf Race had lost their minds. Countless of their kin had died in an instant, but it wasn’t enough to bring them to their senses.

Down in the valley, wolves cloaked in Demon Qi crouched, hind legs bent and forelegs extended, ready to pounce. A sinister glint shone from their eyes. As one wolf let out a howl, the others raised their heads and joined in, their long, drawn-out cries shaking the wilderness and chilling the bone.

Then, WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH, they leaped into the air, one wave after another.

From a distance, it was impossible to tell whether it was the setting sun or blood that stained the earth of Monkey Mountain red.

Wherever the Heaven Swaying Sword passed, nothing survived. In the span of just three breaths, over a thousand cultivating wolves were dead. Tu Xiao’an hovered in the air, wolf head in hand, his bewitching, demonic eyes gazing at the slaughter. ’It seems,’ he thought, ’the most wonderful feeling in the world is the pleasure of obliterating everything with my own hands.’

This was the law of the jungle, plain and simple.

Tu Xiao’an felt perfectly calm. Living beings were dying by his hand, yet he felt no guilt. They were his enemies, all of them here to kill him, the snake.

If he were just a defenseless snake, he would have died a thousand times over by now.

The location was the same: Monkey Mountain. After Crossing the Tribulation, Tu Xiao’an had been shedding his skin, unable to move, completely at the mercy of others. Powerful figures he didn’t even know had come to kill him. If not for his astounding methods, he would have already been dead.

Tu Xiao’an had been utterly suffocated with frustration back then. Now, today, on this very same Monkey Mountain, the scene of ’kill the snake’ was playing out once more.

However, Tu Xiao’an would make these Demons understand: however many came to kill him, that was how many would die.

He, this snake, would make every Demon in the Yaoling Mountain Range tremble in fear.

BOOM...!

The Heaven Swaying Sword plunged directly into the heart of the Wolf Race’s formation. An incomparably violent Sword Aura erupted in all directions with the force of a tsunami.

WHIMPER...!

In an instant, countless wolves died violent deaths, their wails unceasing. The soil turned a deep reddish-brown, so saturated with blood it couldn’t congeal. A pall of gloom hung in the sky above, refusing to dissipate.

The Heaven Swaying Sword, shimmering with a treasured radiance, stood embedded in the ground, a clear and terrible sight. After countless more deaths, the sword finally seemed to pierce the very heart of the Wolf Race, jolting them to their senses.

The surviving members of the Wolf Race finally dared not move rashly. In a short time, tens of thousands of the Wolf Race’s elite cultivators had been annihilated.

The Wolf Race had no choice but to stay put, their aggression reduced to low snarls. In the face of absolute power, their numbers had become nothing more than a meaningless statistic.

Tu Xiao’an, hovering above, smiled indifferently. It seemed he had finally beaten some sense into the Wolf Race.

Under the menacing glare of countless pairs of lupine eyes, Tu Xiao’an brazenly held the massive wolf’s head up before him. The corners of his lips curved up again into a wicked smile.

His right hand, now free of the sword, clenched into a fist and smashed into the Bloodthirsty Wolf King’s head.

SPLAT...!

The wolves below were driven into a frenzy once more. They threw back their heads and howled, their cries shaking the wilderness, but this time, not a single one dared to leap into the air.

With a single punch from Tu Xiao’an, the massive wolf’s head exploded into a mist of blood. But in its place, a glittering Golden Pearl materialized, hovering before him. It pulsed with immense Energy, causing the very space around it to ripple.

This Golden Pearl was so brilliant that any other pearl in the world would pale in comparison, like a single grain of rice trying to outshine the bright moon.

As the glittering Golden Pearl hovered in the air, the hidden Demons were all stirred. They stared, unblinking, at the incomparable prize, their eyes burning with extreme greed and their breathing growing heavy.

All Rank Three Creatures gestate a Golden Core within their bodies. It is the very seat of their Life Essence.

This Golden Pearl was the Bloodthirsty Wolf King’s Rank Three Golden Core, his very Life Essence.

The stronger a Rank 3 Demon Spirit’s Cultivation, the larger its Lifebound Golden Core.

And as for the Bloodthirsty Wolf King, a Deep Mountain Great Demon who possessed the combat strength of a Pseudo Demon King, his Golden Core was nearly the size of a pigeon’s egg and incredibly brilliant.

This was a treasure, an incredible treasure! It was more precious than any Heavenly and Earthly Treasures.

To put it simply, if a newly awakened creature were to swallow this Golden Core, it could prove its dao and face its Tribulation Crossing in less than an hour.

If a creature at the Demon Spirit Level were to swallow this Golden Core, its Cultivation would skyrocket, saving it several hundred years of bitter training at the very least.

What kind of Heavenly and Earthly Treasure could possibly compare to a Demon Spirit’s Lifebound Golden Core? Especially one the size of a pigeon’s egg.

If not for the fact that this Snake Demon, Tu Xiao’an, was so freakishly powerful and had the other Demons completely intimidated, countless of them would have rushed to snatch the Bloodthirsty Wolf King’s Golden Core the very second it appeared.

The Golden Core of a Deep Mountain Great Demon... One hadn’t appeared in the Yaoling Mountain Range for hundreds of years.

Anyone who becomes a Deep Mountain Great Demon is the king of a generation. They are incredibly strong on their own and have the backing of their entire race. How could one be killed so easily?

Greed. From the shadows, countless greedy eyes stared at the glittering Golden Core floating before Tu Xiao’an. They swallowed hard, desperately suppressing the avarice that welled up within them.

Because if they couldn’t resist their greed and rushed forward, the only outcome would be death. No matter how valuable the treasure, it’s worthless if you’re not alive to enjoy it.

Unless, of course, you had the power of a Demon King.

Tu Xiao’an deliberately let the Golden Core hang there in plain sight, hoping to bait a bigger fish.

But after a long while, not a single Demon leaped out. He shook his head in disappointment, opened his mouth wide, and took a sharp breath.

The glittering, floating Golden Core drifted suddenly toward Tu Xiao’an’s mouth. At that moment, the wolves below once again raised their heads and howled, their cries shaking the wilderness. Unwilling to suffer even greater losses, they could only watch with savage, blood-red eyes as their king’s Golden Core was consumed by a Snake Demon.

What a monstrous humiliation. This was a disgrace the Wolf Race could never erase.

But what could they do? Their king was already dead. No matter how many of them charged, they would only be throwing their lives away.

Just as the Golden Core was completely swallowed, Tu Xiao’an’s bewitching eyes shot out two brilliant beams of Divine Light, and his aura surged violently.

”Ding... Congratulations, Host. Your Level has successfully increased to Level 34.”

The system’s voice sounded in his mind.

Tu Xiao’an was momentarily stunned, then couldn’t help but give a wry smile. ’The Golden Core of a dignified Deep Mountain Great Demon, the king of his race... and it only raised my Level by one.’

It had to be said that his current body’s capacity was simply enormous; leveling up was becoming incredibly difficult.

He was still feeling a little unsatisfied, but the Demons below were going mad with jealousy.

”Awesome...!”

A moment later, a wave of Qi erupted from Tu Xiao’an’s body. He even let out a satisfied burp.

’The countless hidden Demons were practically sick with envy, jealousy, and hate. ’How could he *not* be satisfied?’ they all griped. ’That was the fucking Golden Core of a Deep Mountain Great Demon!’’

’You couldn’t trade that for a mountain of gold!’

’This Snake Demon is too wasteful! Swallowing a Deep Mountain Great Demon’s Golden Core so casually, without any preparation... Did he think he was eating a piece of candy?’

’What a waste! A profligate waste of a heavenly treasure!’

’Many Demons had cultivated for hundreds of years without ever even seeing a Golden Core from the Deep Mountain Great Demon Level, yet this Snake Demon just casually gulped it down. The sound of hearts shattering could be heard all around.’

The wolves below were practically coughing up blood, as if they’d been completely hollowed out. Today, the Wolf Race had officially withdrawn from the grand stage of the Yaoling Mountain Range, destined to never hold their heads high again.

Woeful howls echoed across the land as the wolves, utterly defeated, began to retreat one by one.

They would withdraw from Monkey Mountain and return to Wolf Mountain. Their king was dead and his Lifebound Golden Core had been devoured. There was no longer any reason for them to stay.

This was no longer their battlefield.