Dragon King Medical Son-in-law

Chapter 4399 Last Words

"Master, what is he doing?"

At this moment, on the top of a peak in the southwest corner of Shengfeng, the Shura boy who took Harle in suddenly asked.

The white-haired old man with his hands behind his back looked at Jiang Chen below with sharp eyes.

"He's watching the battle just like us!"

Shura Boy frowned and said, "No matter how strong Shamao is, he is only a ninth-level demon king. If he uses a ninth-level demon king to fight against the demon saint Golin, isn't he worried that Shamao will be killed instantly?"

"Instant kill?" The white-haired old man twirled his beard and laughed, "Look at the situation on the battlefield. Does it look like Sha Mao is going to be killed instantly?"

Following the gaze of the white-haired old man, the Shura boy suddenly widened his eyes.

"Hundred Wings Demon Yuan, when did Sha Mao cultivate into Hundred Wings Demon Yuan?"

The white-haired old man sighed softly: "Every generation has its own talented people. I am really old!"

“No, no, no, no, I must have seen it wrong.” Shura Boy hurriedly shook his head and wiped his eyes with his hands: “Master only has 92 demon essences, how could he…”

Suddenly, he couldn't continue speaking because the white-haired old man was staring at him with a greedy look.

It seemed as if he would be beaten immediately if he dared to say another word.

At this time in the void, the giant sword manifested by Shamao struck again, instantly cutting off several horns of Goering, whose dragon head was swinging wildly.

Having been so humiliated, Goering used all his strength. While trying to break away from the attack, he continuously transformed the dragon scale fragments into weapons to counterattack Shamao.

However, all his attacks were in vain under Shamao's combined man and sword. Instead, he was suppressed by his mysterious speed and strange body movements.

“Hahahaha!” The white-haired old man laughed again, pinching his waist. “A dignified Demon Saint was beaten like this by a Demon King. Even if this old Goering dies, he will not be able to rest in peace.”

The Shura boy opened his mouth, but suddenly stopped talking.

It wasn't that he was afraid of being beaten by his master, but everything before his eyes completely overturned his cognition.

Isn’t it said that the demon clan has never produced a strong demon with the Hundred Wings? What’s going on with Shamao now?

Could it be that the demon king of Baiyi Yaoyuan could cross the border and fight on equal terms with a powerful demon saint?

In this case, what is the real difference between the Demon King and the Demon Saint?

In addition, Shamao's fighting style of combining man and sword is unprecedented in the entire demon clan.

More importantly, his body movements and speed when combined with his sword surpassed any powerful one in the demon race. Even the battle-hardened Zaporo seemed to pale in comparison.

Didn’t Shamao disappear? Where did he go? Now that he suddenly comes back, there are such big changes.

"I know you have a lot to ask." At this time, the white-haired old man sighed and said, "I can only tell you that everything that shocks you now is not as simple as what you see with your eyes."

Shura boy was startled: "Master..."

Before he finished speaking, the white-haired old man pointed his chin at Jiang Chen who was watching the battle below.

Following his gaze, Shura Boy suddenly understood.

"Master, are you saying that Jiang Chen is the driving force behind all this?"

The white-haired old man sighed and said, "In one night, he was able to create a twelfth-level demon king in the Luoqing universe. Is such a character simple?"

The Shura boy widened his eyes and stared blankly at Jiang Chen below.

Simple?

How can this be simply described?

The twelfth-level demon king, ever since the demon clan was driven out of the Taiheng world, no one has ever broken through the ninth level.

Therefore, in the demon race's cultivation system, nine has always been regarded as the highest perfection.

As time went by, all the demon creatures forgot that the once powerful demon tribe had not only produced a twelfth-level demon king, but also an eightieth-level demon king.

But, was this Hundred-Winged Demon King also created by him? Throughout the history of the demon race, he is praised as a legendary existence.

Suddenly, Shura Boy felt an unprecedented fear towards this powerful humanoid from the world of nothingness.

Jiang Chen, is he really just a powerful creature from the lower world?

Could he be the reincarnation of a Daluo Saint or Taoist Saint in the Taiheng World, or some unknown anomaly in the Taiheng World?

Otherwise, how could he have subverted the cognition of the entire demon race and reached such an unfathomable level?

"Boy." The white-haired old man suddenly sighed and said, "Do you think our demon race still has the capital to fight against such a person?"

The Shura boy shuddered all over: "This, this is not a question of whether to fight or not, but a question of whether our demon race is eager to curry favor with us and whether they are willing to do so."

After hearing this, the white-haired old man patted Shura Boy on the shoulder.

"You know what I like most about you?"

The Shura boy was stunned and shook his head hurriedly at the white-haired old man.

"You are very smart, you know how to read people's expressions, and you know how to use your wisdom." The white-haired old man said word by word: "Originally, I have the ability to help you become a demon saint, and your strength and cultivation are also sufficient."

"But I still didn't do that. Do you know why?"

The Shura boy suddenly bowed to the white-haired old man and said, "Master, no matter what position I take, you will always be my master. I will always be loyal to you and be filial to you."

"Now is not the time to show loyalty." The white-haired old man waved his hand at the Shura boy, "This is the moment of life and death for us demon gods and demon saints."

As soon as these words were spoken, Shura Boy showed an expression of extreme shock.

"Master, what do you mean..."

"The Three Saints and Three Gods, the mighty Saint Feng, dominate Youbi, and the demon race is very lucky." The white-haired old man said with deep emotion: "Now it seems that our so-called Three Saints and Three Gods are just a dish on other people's table."

Having said that, the white-haired old man looked at the Shura boy with kindness.

"Boy, you are different. Although you have the cultivation and strength of a demon saint, you are not among the three gods and three saints who travel to Bi Cang Mountain. You should be able to escape this disaster."

"But I still want to warn you, in the future under Emperor Jiang, you should stop showing off your cleverness and do more to follow his orders. Only by obeying without rules can you truly reach the top."

Shura boy was startled: "Master, what are you doing..."

"Listen to me." The white-haired old man interrupted the Shura boy again: "In my opinion, Jiang Chen is a man of great loyalty, so you must treat him with sincerity and live and die with him."

"Don't worry, what he asks you to do will never harm you, but if you have even the slightest disloyalty to him, then what awaits you will be eternal damnation."

Listening to what the white-haired old man said, Xiu Ke Tongzi felt puzzled and at the same time had an extremely ominous feeling.

He always felt that his master was giving his last words and making final preparations before his death.