The Adventures Of The Young Master Chapter 392
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Demure was alarmed when he saw this. He immediately raised his guard to its utmost point. That palm could suppress his thorn without any difficulty at all. It just meant that a formidable opponent has appeared.
"Show yourself!" Demure shouted. He wasn't willing to fight someone who was hiding in the shadows.
"Ah, don't you think that it's shameful for an older generation devil like you to bully someone who hasn't even reached their coming of age?" Then, a handsome white-haired man suddenly appeared.
"Uncle Dan!" Jin Rou was greatly relieved when he saw this person who just saved him. It turned out that it was his uncle! But, how did he manage to find him here and this abyss? As far as Jin Rou knew, the devil had closed this domain temporarily so that outsiders couldn't find this place. Anyway, it's not important right now so he didn't ask.
When Demure heard who this person was, his eyes opened wide with surprise. To think that this guest had unexpectedly someone from the celestial family once again, and a powerful persona at that!
"What, say something. You idiot." Dan Rou ignored Jin Rou and taunted the devil, "You think just because you own this little space, you think you are capable of hiding it from everyone? And how many guts do you have to touch a member of our family? Surely you must be asking for death."
"So what if you are from the Rou's?" Demure snorted and was agitated, "Nevertheless, all of you are going to die here."
Dan Rou signaled Jin Rou to go and protect Syni Su and looked at the devil with a sneering face, "You aren't powerful enough to say those words."
"Let our abilities talk then!" Demure's back thorns shot up towards the sky and fell towards Dan Rou. They looked like falling meteorites from the starry sky.
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"Boom! Boom!" Dan Rou punched the air and cracked the void. Afterwards, the meteorites that were supposed to land on him suddenly changed direction towards Demure.
"!" Demure was terrified by his own attack when he saw it was coming his way. He immediately tried to retrieve the thorns, however it was useless.
"Thinking of stopping your attacks by connection?" Dan Rou smirked, "I'm sorry but it wouldn't be possible now."
After all, I cut it myself.
"You! Bastard!" Demure was incensed. But he didn't have the time to bicker with Dan Rou. He immediately activated all his available defensive measures and braced himself. It was no use evading this attack, as it follow its enemies until they successfully landed a hit.
"Boom! Boom!" Those thorns threw Demure away like a kite with its strings snapped. He bumped into the wall so hard that it made him spurt black blood.
"Grug!" Demure knelt down on the ground and tried to catch his breath. Though he survived his own attack, he barely managed to do it and was actually injured seriously.
"Oh?" Dan Rou was amused when he saw that Demure had survived that terrifying attack, "I thought that it's the end for you. But it looks like you are tougher than you look."
"Bastard!" Demure wasn't dumb. Because of that single exchange, he already knew the disparity between him and the enemy. He didn't have any chance of defeating the enemy. Perhaps, only the True Four Devils had the capability. After all, this person was a matured being of the Rou celestial family!
Demure started to calculate the best coordinates of this domain to escape. He wasn't heroic enough that he would choose to die with honor here. His life was more important than everything.
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After a few seconds, he finished his calculation and was about to head out. However, a hand suddenly gripped his head and spoke coldly, "Thinking of escaping? Stay here."
"Bang!" Dan Rou smashed the head he was holding to the ground with a massive force. Though it didn't crushed the enemy, it made the devil spurt more and more blood.
"Tsk, so hard physical body." Dan Rou clicked his tongue. To think that Demure could activate his defenses at the last second.
Demure's vision was turning and his vision blurred. It indicated how heavy his injuries now were. He wanted to curse out loud but he couldn't because of the damn exhaustion.
Since from the start, he was consuming his qi just to maintain this arena. If Karshias didn't dilly dally a while ago, they would have brought judgement already. Unfortunately, things turned south when he died. He promised that if he saw Karshias in another world, he would strangle him to death again.
"This is your end, Devil." Dan Rou looked at the dying devil. Though he was still alive, it was just a matter of time before he die.
Demure didn't comment on this and just looked at what his eyes could see. It was the roof of this arena, a plain black painting.
It looked like he already accepted his situation.
"Kill me. There's no point in here." Demure spoke after a minute. His voice was now lifeless unlike before. For him, death would be now a relief.
"I want to ask you a question." Dan Rou didn't show any impatience and said, "There are other universes that you can attack. Why us?"
"I have the right not to answer your question." Demure answered.
"Yes, you have. But since you are going to die anyway, why don't you tell the tale? I know this attack of yours has more to it. This isn't just a simple invading of territory. You clearly have a goal here." Dan Rou spoke with details, "After all, you have mobilized all of your power to attack us."
"…" Demure was speechless when he heard this. To think that the enemy could think so ahead and had almost seen their entire facade.
"I will take your silence as an agreement to my words." Dan Rou smiled and said, "So what is your true goal here aside from dominating our universe?"
This time, his voice turned colder and colder that the temperature dropped significantly.
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