Chapter 248: Chapter 248 The Existence of the Demon Emperor
When Beiming Heng mentioned “hard days,” Wang Yan didn’t understand the meaning; he was focused on Wang Tongrui and Ouyang Qiu, so he didn’t delve into Beiming Heng’s words.
The pressure emanating from Wang Tongrui was extremely powerful, and Ouyang Qiu, who stood opposite her, bore the brunt of this pressure.
But Ouyang Qiu didn’t show a hint of fear; instead, she laughed lightly and said, “Everything you have, I have too. How can you suppress me?”
With that, a similarly strong aura instantly burst forth from Ouyang Qiu’s body.
This aura soared to the sky, standing side by side with Wang Tongrui’s aura, equaling it—matched evenly.
Seeing this, Wang Yan was deeply shocked; it turned out Wang Tongrui and Ouyang Qiu were not only Demon Cultivators but immensely powerful ones.
Wang Tongrui seemed aware that her pressure couldn’t suppress Ouyang Qiu, snorted coldly, murmuring, “Demon Pattern reveal.”
With Wang Tongrui’s words, a massive Demon Pattern abruptly arose from her body.
This Demon Pattern was a fox with a sharp snout, large ears, a long body, short legs, dragging a long tail.
Though the fox alone was remarkable, surrounding this fox Demon Pattern were three Soul Stars of different colors, slowly rotating around it.
These Soul Stars were orange, yellow, and green.
Seeing this, Wang Yan couldn’t help but widen his eyes, staring at Wang Tongrui’s Demon Pattern in amazement.
“Three Soul Stars? What level of cultivation is this?”
Beiming Heng glanced back at Wang Yan, chuckling softly, “Kid, you don’t even know this? Demon cultivation ranks as Warrior, Master, King, Emperor, Saint, and Sovereign. Aside from Demon Warriors, who lack Soul Stars, every Demon Master and above will have a Soul Star.”
Upon hearing this, Wang Yan murmured in astonishment, “She has three Soul Stars… she’s a Demon Emperor.”
As a Demon Master, Wang Yan had one Soul Star; thus, two Soul Stars would make someone a Demon King, and three Soul Stars naturally signified a Demon Emperor.
Though Wang Yan knew Wang Tongrui was highly cultivated, he hadn’t expected her to be a Demon Emperor.
However, seeing Wang Tongrui’s Demon Pattern, Ouyang Qiu was unfazed. She smiled lightly and said, “Seems over the years you haven’t made much progress. Watch mine, then.”
With that, Ouyang Qiu’s body swayed slightly, and above her head appeared a flourishing green grass.
Wang Yan was surprised again, blinking as he said, “What kind of Demon Pattern is this? Why is it this grass?”
Beiming Heng shook his head and said, “Kid, I really wonder about your years of cultivation. Anything in the world can become a Demon Pattern, and above Ouyang Qiu is exactly Extreme Emperor Grass.”
Now realizing that anything in the world could become a Demon Pattern, Wang Yan attentively glanced at Ouyang Qiu’s Demon Pattern.
Ouyang Qiu’s Demon Pattern was a cluster of green grass composed of seven or eight leaves, lush, extending branches, surrounded by three Soul Stars.
“Ouyang Qiu too is a Demon Emperor!” Wang Yan couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.
It made sense that two people evenly matched in combat would have similar levels of cultivation.
Wang Tongrui glanced coldly at Ouyang Qiu’s Demon Pattern, saying, “Seems you haven’t changed much either, Ouyang Qiu. Enough wasting time, witness my Third Soul Skill—Sound Radiance Sky.”
With those words, as Wang Tongrui’s voice fell, the green Soul Star around her fox Demon Pattern suddenly emitted a brilliant light.
The colors of Soul Stars range from low to high as red, orange, yellow, green, blue.
A green Soul Star forms by absorbing the soul of a deceased Emperor Tier Demon Beast.
This green Soul Star equates to a formidable existence like an Emperor Tier Demon Beast.
When this green Soul Star brightened, the fox Demon Pattern suddenly became mountain-like, becoming increasingly blurred.
Meanwhile, an invisible sound wave seemed to emanate from the fox’s mouth.
Though invisible, it appeared visible; the space around the fox Demon Pattern showed water ripple patterns expanding outward.
Under these water wave patterns, the entire sky seemed to turn illusory, as mountains and skies appeared distorted.
Seeing these water waves, Wang Yan felt drunken, as if an alluring sound instantly entered his ears, making him want to sleep deeply.
Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting couldn’t sustain either, leaning against Wang Yan’s shoulders, their eyes dim, nearly falling asleep.
At this point, sitting all along, Beiming Heng slowly stood up, blocking Wang Yan, Beiming Xue, and Ouyang Feiting.
Without visible effort, Wang Yan and the others instantly felt clearly awake, still seeing mountain-like fox Demon Patterns and the sound waves from the fox, but remaining unaffected.
Witnessing this, Wang Yan’s heart shook. Beiming Heng’s ability to silently dissolve a Demon Emperor’s magic skill meant his cultivation was terrifying.
By then, the sound wave had already flown toward Ouyang Qiu.
Not daring to take it lightly, Ouyang Qiu lightly called out, and the Extreme Emperor Grass above her grew upwards.
Initially an ordinary-sized grass, in an instant, it transformed into an enormous tree, dozens of yards tall.
With the growth of the Demon Grass above her, all the green grass in the mountains seemed to respond, swaying from mountain gaps and stone cracks. A barren mountain instantaneously turned lush.
All over the mountains, green grass echoed the sway of Ouyang Qiu’s Demon Grass. Wherever the Demon Grass moved, the mountain grass followed.
Gradually, the mountain grass synchronized in frequency.
Thanks to the omnipresent green grass, the mountains distorted by the sound wave restored to normal, condensing.
The massive Demon Grass in the skies anchored the skies like a stabilizing needle.
And so, Wang Tongrui’s sound wave attack was blocked by Ouyang Qiu.
Ouyang Qiu laughed lightly and pointed at Wang Tongrui opposite her, saying, “Witness my Third Soul Skill, Heaven-Filling Gun Soul.”
With Ouyang Qiu’s words, the enormous Demon Grass in the sky suddenly morphed from several stalks into tens of thousands, each shimmering with silver, straightened, resembling long spears.
Under Ouyang Qiu’s guidance, tens of thousands of spears transformed from Demon Grass pointed toward Wang Tongrui, showering down like rain.