Chapter Thirty: Slaughter at Mount Emei

  The king of scorpions is so angry his teeth are itching.

  As the king of a tribe, he slaughtered countless lives, and even several powerful spirits of his own tribe were not spared from his wrath, having already established an invincible reputation.

  Ten thousand living spirits, even if they have no intelligence, mention him and none will dare to be afraid!

  This fear has been deeply ingrained and has become hereditary!

  The mountain of purple scorpions is the mountain of death!

  The credit for this should go to him!

  How could such a mighty and renowned king have ever suffered such contempt?!

  Carelessly raised a paw, and thought of using his second most powerful killer move?!

  Overestimating one's abilities!

  "Do you think this king's stinger is just for show? Die!"

  He gritted his teeth, and two purple lights shot out of his eyes, icy and piercing. In this instant, even the air around him seemed to stagnate, as if it had been frozen solid.

  The heavy atmosphere weighed down on him, causing all the purple scorpions behind him to bend their waists and pant for breath.

  The tail spike was accompanied by a purple glow, like a meteor falling from the sky, and shot heavily into Zilei's body.

  However, the expected blood and flesh did not appear, but instead there was a sound of metal clashing.

  Clang!!

  This sound is incredibly pleasant and enjoyable!

  At this sight, the tail spike was firmly grasped by Zilei, and although it was only a hair's breadth away from piercing his body, the strange thing was that the powerful and swift tail spike, like a sharp arrow in an army, shone with a cold and icy light, entwining the purple scorpion king's murderous aura and killing intent, but just couldn't advance even a single thread, as if it had been petrified in an instant!

  It's just a light scratch!

  Not using too much strength, with the proud posture of a golden rooster standing alone!

  Elegant and relaxed, like gently stroking feathers during rest!

  "How can this be? This is impossible!"

  The king of scorpions was stunned.

  He encountered this situation for the first time and refused to believe it no matter what.

  Having been self-righteous for a long time, even if the facts are right in front of you, you still stubbornly think that you're the best in the world!

  He couldn't accept the fact that he was inferior to Zilei, and instead became even more determined to cut him down.

  Don't forget, he still has his most powerful move.

  Claws, mixed with the essence of purple gold, have incredibly great power and hardness.

  This is the real killer!

  He believed that with this move, all the monsters in the world would have to admit defeat!

  However, before he could make his final move, Zilei struck first.

  It's impolite not to return a visit, let alone when seeing such a big scorpion, the greedy worm in Zilei's stomach was hooked up, saliva was generated in his mouth, and he drooled, wishing to tear it apart immediately, throwing away the idea of "being polite before fighting and valuing harmony" that had just occurred to him.

  Ah!!!

  His wings spread out, and with two fierce flaps, a whirlwind rose from the ground, sending rocks flying into the air, which fell into the eager-to-try scorpions, killing and injuring countless of them. The poisonous fog that had been shrouding him also dispersed without a trace.

  "Whoosh!!"

  Then he let out a loud cry to the heavens, his eyes gleaming fiercely as he shot out two beams of intimidating light that seemed to solidify into substance, piercing through the purple poisonous mist and landing on the body of the Purple Scorpion King.

  A pair of sharp claws fully extended, flickering with a faint glow, icy and cold, thick killing intent surged out, like the rising tide, wave after wave, each wave stronger than the last, invading the heart and abdomen, chilling to the bone.

  The Scorpion King has killed countless lives, and his ominous aura is palpable. His subordinates are paralyzed with fear, their bodies trembling all over as they exude an air of bloodlust that sends shivers down people's spines. The timid ones would faint at the mere sight of him.

  At this moment, he felt Zile's killing intent and couldn't help but shiver, suddenly having a bad premonition.

  Never having received an invitation, I suddenly felt apprehensive!

  He has already lost!

  All that's left is whether I can escape with my life!

  "Kids, food is here, just finish off these flat-haired beasts, and the rest of the animals are ours to eat and drink."

  He knew that the situation was irreversible, but his arrogant self-righteousness made him unwilling to admit defeat. He immediately came up with an idea - a large number of small things can overwhelm even the strongest enemy; no matter how powerful the opponent is, they are nothing in the face of absolute numbers. Two fists cannot contend with four hands, and a good tiger cannot defeat a pack of wolves.

  But he forgot that Zilei had a pair of wings, and as soon as they were spread out, they could soar in the sky. No matter how many scorpions there were, they couldn't pose a threat.

  However, Bai Mao and San Zhao, who were far away at the foot of the mountain, saw it and became extremely angry.

  They have benefited greatly since surrendering to Qi Lei, and even the ground mice who were previously disobedient have become obedient, regarding Qi Lei as their reborn parents. How could they not help when they see the King of Purple Scorpions trying to win by numbers?

  Are they inferior in numbers? They just didn't dare to act on their own because Zile hadn't given the order.

  "The great king ordered us troops to temporarily stop advancing, but did not order us not to move forward."

  Bai Mao's words naturally carried weight as he had become the leader of the Four Great Evil Spirits. Moreover, when San Chao and the others saw the large number of scorpions, they too couldn't help but salivate, just like how Zilei was tempted by the Scorpion King, and they found it hard to resist the demonic aura of the scorpions.

  "It's reasonable to say that we should take the initiative to help and kill those scoundrels without leaving a single piece of armor."

  Fei Que and Qi Lei are both of the bird tribe, considered close relatives, and she has always regarded herself as a direct descendant of Qi Lei's clan. Seeing Qi Lei being surrounded, how could she ignore it? She quickly took over White Hair's words.

  The four spirits reached a consensus and let out a loud roar in unison, charging towards Mount Zixu.

  Ordinary scorpions, they can trample dozens to death with one foot. Even if they are stung by the tail, due to the protection of their magical powers, they are not harmed in the slightest. Only when they encounter an evenly matched opponent do they slow down slightly.

  However, all the scorpions that had cultivated to a slightly higher level were eaten by the Purple Scorpion King as snacks. The remaining ones were not well-fed and struggled to improve their cultivation, making it impossible for them to compare with Bai Mao, San Zhao, Fei Que, and Di Shu.

  For a moment, they were like tigers entering a flock of sheep, rushing straight through the dense scorpions.

  The king of the purple scorpion saw it in his eyes, and felt a pang in his heart. He was extremely cautious towards those of his own kind who had achieved spiritual enlightenment, but he still had a strong protective desire for these little scorpions who hadn't even opened their spiritual wisdom yet. However, at this moment, he could only feel anxious because his arch-nemesis, Qi Lei, was already flying in the air with his wings spread wide, and might launch a fatal attack at any moment.

  "Come down, come down, and taste the ferocity of my pincers!"

  He was helpless against the flying Zire, but still had confidence in his pincer feet.

  Zi Lei had been observing the opportunity, and found that the king of the purple scorpion's pair of pincers were constantly shaking open and closed, and each time they emitted a metallic clang, completely unlike flesh and blood. Especially the serrated blades in the pincers, like sharp blades, occasionally flashing a cold light, giving him an indescribable sense of danger.

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