39: Chapter 39 Rescuing the Heaven-Mending Pavilion! Nine Nether Hound VS Heaven-Devouring Sparrow

Princess Huo Linger gripped Wang Teng's arm tightly, her knuckles turning white, her eyes filled with worry and anxiety.

"Husband, many of my fellow disciples... are still there. Will they...?"

Wang Teng gently patted the back of her hand, signaling her to be at ease.

He slowly stood up, the loose sleeping robe on his body fluttering without wind.

An aura at the peak of the Venerable Realm, even more terrifying and overbearing than that of the Fire Emperor.

Like a dormant Ancient Remains beast awakening, it slowly diffused from within his body.

The temperature of the entire bedchamber instantly dropped to freezing point, and all the red candles were extinguished at this moment.

"Butian Pavilion, is it..."

The corners of Wang Teng's mouth curled into a grim arc, and within his dual pupils, a bloody light flared intensely.

"I was originally thinking of going to Tianshen Mountain to spar with those old men."

"Since someone has taken the initiative to deliver their heads to my doorstep..."

Wang Teng looked sharply at the Fire Emperor, his voice ringing out like clashing metal, filled with murderous intent:

"Father-in-law, it seems the tea ceremony will have to be postponed."

"I am going to kill a few people and bring back a few Venerable Realm heads for you and Princess Huo Linger..."

"As a side dish for your wine!"

"Just wait at home with peace of mind; I will return shortly."

Wang Teng took one last deep look at the worried Princess Huo Linger, leaving behind a promise full of dominance.

The next moment, he stepped out of the bedchamber, and his figure instantly soared into the ten-thousand-zhang high sky.

"Roar!!!"

A roar that shattered the clouds across the sky exploded over the Fire Kingdom imperial capital.

In the eyes of countless citizens and cultivators who were terrified out of their wits, the newlywed imperial son-in-law's figure violently expanded in the air.

Rolling black mist poured down like a bursting celestial river, instantly obscuring the rising sun.

An Ancient Remains beast, fully a hundred zhang in size and covered in dark golden scales, tore through the void and emerged!

Nine-Nether Ao! The ferocious manifestation of the leader of the Ten Primordial Evils was displayed before the world for the first time without reservation.

"Whoever dares to touch Butian Pavilion shall die!"

A wave of divine sense filled with endless murderous intent swept across the world like a hurricane.

Subsequently, the massive beast body kicked off the void with its four limbs.

"Boom!"

The space was directly trampled into a huge black hole, and Wang Teng transformed into a black-gold lightning bolt.

Carrying the pressure of the peak of the Venerable Realm that made the world change color, he sped toward the direction of Butian Pavilion at a terrifying speed akin to teleportation!

...

Butian Pavilion, outside the mountain gate.

The pure land, which used to be surrounded by auspicious clouds and flying cranes, was now a purgatory.

The mountain-protecting formation was teetering, and the sky was filled with shouts of killing and screams.

Countless alien armies surged in like a tide, and several terrifying behemoths stood in the clouds.

They looked down coldly at the human cultivators who were resisting desperately below.

The most conspicuous among them was a demonic bird that covered the sky and sun.

Its body was grayish-brown, and its wingspan was several thousand zhang wide, like a black cloud pressing down.

Its fierce eyes flashed with greed and cruelty, and it opened its mouth to inhale.

Hundreds of Butian Pavilion disciples flew up uncontrollably, falling into its mouth, which was like a black hole.

Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow!

This Ancient Remains beast, infamous in the Great Wilderness, was currently one of the main forces besieging Butian Pavilion.

Although it was not of pure blood, its cultivation had already reached the Venerable Realm, and its fierce power was monstrous.

"Hahaha! The old vine is dead; this Butian Pavilion is now my cafeteria!"

The Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow laughed wildly, its voice like the cry of a night owl, extremely ear-piercing.

It shook its wings, whipping up a sky full of fierce winds, blowing several Butian Pavilion elders who tried to stop it into vomiting blood and flying backward.

"And where is that brat named Shi Hao? Hand him over! I want to savor his flesh and blood!"

The Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow was extremely arrogant, its massive body pressing directly toward the mountain gate of Butian Pavilion.

Its sharp iron claws were about to smash the mountain gate archway, which symbolized the face of Butian Pavilion, to pieces.

Just at this critical moment.

"Hum—"

The distant horizon suddenly darkened.

A terrifying aura that made all living beings present, including the Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow, feel their souls tremble, was approaching at an incredible speed.

"Hmm? What is that?"

The Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow paused, abruptly turning its huge bird head to look at the horizon.

It saw a mass of black mist.

A mass of black mist deeper than the night and colder than hell!

Within that black mist, nine ferocious dragon heads loomed, and pairs of scarlet, tyrannical eyes were staring fixedly at it.

That look was just like... looking at a freshly roasted chicken.

"You motley bird, who gave you the courage to block my path?!"

A roar like thunder accompanied the black mist as it descended instantly.

Wang Teng didn't have any nonsense at all, not even the slightest intention to slow down.

The Nine-Nether Ao's massive body carried the inertia of descending from the sky.

And with the terrifying physical strength of the peak of the Venerable Realm, it directly smashed through the protective fierce wind around the Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow!

"You..."

The Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow was shocked, just about to open its mouth to spew out the Heaven-Swallowing Precious Technique.

But it was too late!

Before one of the Ten Primordial Evils, before Wang Teng, who had just swallowed the Saint Emperors Dao Fruit and was in a state of overflowing power.

Its reaction was as slow as a snail.

Wang Teng's ferocious wolf head opened wide, his blood-stained maw instantly expanding to an exaggerated angle.

Between his upper and lower jaws swirled the Nine-Nether aura that corroded all things and the invincible Saint Emperors golden light.

And then— "Snap!!!"

A crisp sound that made one's teeth ache, the sound of bones breaking and tendons snapping, resounded throughout the entire Butian Pavilion battlefield.

The Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow, which had been so arrogant, saw its bird head, which was just about to spew out runes, along with half of its neck.

Actually bitten off... by that black behemoth that had suddenly killed its way in!

It was not a clash of Precious Techniques, nor a duel of manifestations.

It was the most primitive, the most savage, the most bloody—a bite!

"Caw—!!!"

The Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow let out a scream that was miserable to the extreme, but the sound was cut off halfway.

Wang Teng's fangs, like heavenly blades, pierced through the Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow's iron-hard feathers and scales without any obstruction.

Deeply embedded into its flesh and bones.

That defense, which was enough to withstand attacks from Precious Artifacts, was as brittle as a piece of tofu before the biting force of the Nine-Nether Ao!

"Is this the so-called Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow? Just this much meat?"

Wang Teng mumbled indistinctly, then violently exerted force with his neck and flung it fiercely!

"Rip—" A rain of blood poured down from the sky.

The Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow's massive body was flung away by Wang Teng, blood spraying wildly from its neck.

Half of its neck was almost bitten off, and its originally fierce aura instantly withered to the extreme.

"Get lost! You dare to call yourself Heaven-Swallowing?!"

Wang Teng spat out the bird feathers and minced meat in his mouth, his huge wolf body standing across the gate of Butian Pavilion.

Nine tails danced wildly behind him, like nine demon gods standing guard.

His pair of dark golden dual pupils coldly swept across the surrounding alien armies that had already been scared silly.

Finally, they fixed on the Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow, which was struggling to get up with eyes full of fear, and he smiled grimly:

"Today, I shall protect Butian Pavilion."

"Whoever wants to die, take a step forward, and I will invite them... into my stomach!"