"Once touched, it's very easy to be discovered..."

In the past, just a sword intent would have been nothing to fear for the mighty Great Demon King, but now, with less than one percent of his cultivation left, it's best to be cautious.

Otherwise, if he attracts the sect's experts, stealing the treasure will be far from easy.

Sword intent can at most seal off an area; as long as he searches carefully, he should be able to find a flaw and slip in smoothly.

Leaving his original spot, he flew less than ten meters before freezing again.

According to his observations... there was no longer any danger here! In other words, in this residence, aside from the characters on the doorframe that could block people, there was nothing set up around the walls at all!

A trap? Or an empty fortress strategy?

"Let's go in and take a look..."

After hesitating for a moment, The Great Demon King flew over the wall and soon entered the courtyard, finding, as expected, not the slightest danger.

"That's great..."

Landing on the ground, just as he was about to search for the source of the Saint Origin True Intent, he heard a "rustle, rustle, rustle" sound, footsteps approaching from not far away.

With a gentle shake, he turned into a cloud of demonic energy, and Great Demon King burrowed into the ground.

Demonic Art: [Hundred Transformations]!

This technique, when mastered, allows for endless transformations—turning into stone, earth—so that even grandmasters would have trouble detecting him. He had used this very move to escape smoothly at Biluo Sea before.

He had just disappeared when the sound of wings flapping against the air arose, and a parrot flew over.

"I just heard something over here. Could someone have broken in?"

"Could it be that kid from earlier realized he was tricked and came to cause trouble..." The donkey's eyes widened, and Big Black's lips trembled: "I'm scared!"

After their master finished the fish soup and went back to rest, the three pets had just arrived in this new environment and planned to look around. Hearing the commotion, they immediately rushed over.

"With my years of experience, I don't think so..." Following slowly, Old Turtle shook his head.

"So it's three demon beasts!"

A smile crept onto The Great Demon King's lips.

He thought there would be some expert guarding the place, but after all that, it was just three ordinary demon beasts. In that case, he might as well eat them first!

Whoosh!

A demonic shadow flashed and appeared abruptly.

"Heh heh, blame your bad timing for showing up. Be good and become my dinner!"

With a sinister cackle, The Great Demon King opened his mouth, about to swallow the three creatures before him, when he saw the donkey standing not far away, trembling uncontrollably, its big eyes squeezed shut in terror, and its front hooves flailing madly, as if it had gone insane.

"Don't come over, don't come over..."

It's so dangerous out here, I'm so scared...

In Great Demon King's eyes, the flailing front hooves suddenly became as large as mountains, with endless profound truths of the Dao descending from the heavens. He tried to dodge, but found himself suppressed by this force, unable to move.

Bang!

He was stomped straight into the ground, blood gushing from his mouth, nose, ears, and eyes, flowing everywhere.

"Someone wants to eat me, what do I do? I haven't lived enough, I don't want to be roasted and eaten, save me... No, I have to save myself! Watch my ultimate moves: side kick, whirlwind kick, tornado kick, roaring kick, spinning kick, donkey roll..."

Terrified, the donkey jumped and stomped wildly on him, its hooves raining down like a storm.

Wherever the hooves landed, the flesh immediately corroded, leaving one gaping hole after another.

Already gravely injured, the demonic body was as fragile as a cracker before the donkey's hooves.

"Damn it..."

Tears streamed down The Great Demon King's face.

Youngsters these days have no sense of honor, bullying an injured man, launching a sneak attack while I was unprepared. I was careless, didn't dodge... I advise you to drink more mouse tail juice!

After complaining, he looked utterly bitter.

I really am the Great Demon King, an invincible existence who once dominated the world. It's not that I'm weak, it's that this donkey is bizarre...

An immortal donkey?

Could it be that the Saint Origin True Intent from earlier was all flowing out from it?

Chapter 9: Worse Than Crap

Ignoring his inner frustration and rage, the donkey, nearly driven mad with fear, continued to stomp Great Demon King with its front hooves, back hooves, and tail for a full three minutes.

"Big Black, calm down, this guy seems really weak, you've already kicked him to death..." the parrot hurriedly said.

"Eh?"

The donkey opened one eye in confusion.

The demon who had just been so arrogant and wanted to eat it was now lying flat on the ground in the shape of a "大", covered in hoof prints, with nearly all his ribs, hand bones, and leg bones shattered.

"He's still breathing, wait a moment..."

Jumping onto him again, Big Black looked solemn: "Wild Donkey Crossing the River, Heaven and Earth Donkey Hoof, Donkey Tail Roar..."

The parrot and Turtle exchanged glances and covered their eyes.

This guy is always like this—when danger comes, he goes completely berserk and insists on using every move he knows. Honestly, he's way too cautious!

"Wait a bit longer! Wild Donkey Gallop, Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Hooves..."

Ten minutes later, Big Black finally stopped and let out a sigh of relief.

"Good thing he's weak, otherwise we'd really be in danger..."

The parrot and Old Turtle nodded in deep agreement: "Demon beasts value bloodlines. We're just ordinary animals turned demon, our strength is limited. Even the weakest cultivator could probably beat us!"

As animals, at least they had some self-awareness.