PSH Chapter 129 (Patreon)

Chapter 129: No Fighting in Great Desolate City 

"The Golden Divine Beast clan, a great clan among the demons, has it fallen so low as to become a mount for humans?"

Jin Chen stepped forward, his golden hair flying wildly, his gaze sharp and intimidating. A great halberd materialized in his hand, radiating overwhelming pressure.

"Bang!"

An invisible force struck.

The three-zhang-high Golden Divine Beast, facing Jin Chen who was less than half its height, stumbled back repeatedly, deep fear showing in its large eyes.

Although the Golden Divine Beast clan had an extraordinary bloodline, it was still inferior to the Golden-Winged Peng clan.

Not to mention, he was not a pure-blooded Divine Beast at all.

After all, for a pure-blooded Divine Beast to serve as a mount for a human...

...without Jin Chen even lifting a finger, the Golden Divine Beast clan would have gone mad.

"Hmm?"

The Sacred Son of Primal Beginning extended a hand, and gentle True Essence spread out, calming the mount beneath him. He spoke slowly, "Have not many of my human clansmen, within the territory controlled by the demon race, also been reduced to blood food?"

This situation was very common in the cultivation world.

Almost everyone knew.

Demons within human territory were either killed for materials or reduced to mounts, with no dignity or say in matters.

Similarly, humans within demon territory were in dire straits, like livestock in a pen, with the possibility of becoming blood food at any time. Even if both races wanted to stop this situation, it was simply impossible.

If humans wanted to refine artifacts, they would inevitably hunt demons. Demons would also occasionally raid human territories.

The two sides had been going back and forth like this for countless years. Many powers had begun to turn a blind eye. As long as it wasn't too excessive, they would let it be.

Jin Chen's killing intent was like a blade, his words ice-cold and indifferent: "Kill it, and you can leave alive today. Otherwise, if I have to act myself, you will both die!"

This was not said to the Golden Divine Beast, but to the Sacred Son of Primal Beginning.

"Is this the way of the demon race?"

The smile on the Sacred Son of Primal Beginning's face vanished. He was as still as a mountain, his robes fluttering, his eyes becoming sharp.

"Correct!"

Jin Chen spat out ice-cold.

"I'm afraid I must disappoint you."

The Sacred Son of Primal Beginning stood up, and from the sky, he walked down step by step, stopping three zhang away from Jin Chen. This distance, for the two of them, was as good as nothing.

If his mount were killed today, he would become a complete joke.

He couldn't even protect his own mount.

How could he face the world as the Sacred Son of Primal Beginning?

"Then you can be on your way with your mount."

As his voice fell, invisible killing intent filled the street, and the atmosphere grew tense.

The great halberd in Jin Chen's hand was raised, blooming with chilling brilliance that pierced the heart. The temperature of the surroundings suddenly dropped, making countless people shiver involuntarily.

Uncle Fu, beside Jin Chen, retreated slightly. A smile appeared on his aged face.

This was a confident smile.

With his insight, it wasn't difficult to see that although the Sacred Son of Primal Beginning was not weak, he was not his young master's opponent. Although it would be somewhat difficult to defeat him, it was not impossible.

For his young master to firmly secure the seventeenth position on the Prodigy Leaderboard, using the Sacred Son of Primal Beginning to establish his prestige was the most suitable choice.

Firstly, the other party's reputation was famous enough. Secondly, he was also a member of the Prodigy Leaderboard, and his ranking was not low.

He was a perfect stepping stone!

"Are they going to fight?"

Countless people were overjoyed.

"The Sacred Son of Primal Beginning is probably in danger. The Golden-Winged Peng clan is known for its extreme speed in the demon race. Only a few races like the Kun Peng can compare with them in speed."

"Furthermore, the physique of the demon race is tyrannical. Apart from body cultivators, very few humans can compete with them in physique. In this battle, the Sacred Son of Primal Beginning will probably lose."

Someone with a sharp eye saw the key point at a glance, and worry rose in his heart.

The human race and the demon race were both races favored by the heavens. One excelled in potential, the other in physique. Among them, the Golden-Winged Peng was a leader among the demons. It was one thing for them to be fast, but the key was that they were also very tough.

This was very difficult to deal with.

Humans who could compete with the Golden-Winged Peng in physique couldn't keep up with their speed. Humans who could compete in speed couldn't keep up with their physiques. The number of humans who possessed both was too small.

Almost every one of them was a figure at the level of a Child of Fortune.

"You're worrying for nothing. How could the Sacred Son of Primal Beginning be a person of undeserved fame?" someone beside him said with disdain. "It's just a Golden-Winged Peng. The Sacred Son of Primal Beginning can suppress him with a flip of his hand!"

"The Heavenly Peng's extreme speed, this one has long wanted to witness it."

The Sacred Son of Primal Beginning was very direct. Without saying much, he directly summoned an ancient pagoda and suspended it above his head.

If he couldn't compete in speed and physique, he could only make up for it with a magic treasure.

Purple aura, like a river of stars, descended strand by strand, protecting him tightly. The rhythm of the Dao flowed, as if returning to the beginning of the world!

"Today, I will let you witness it!"

Jin Chen shouted coldly, forming a seal with one hand, like a heavenly emperor subduing a demon, pressing down.

"Boom!"

A vigorous aura, a terrifying fluctuation, fell like a star field, its power extremely strong. Everyone present trembled.

It seemed that it was not a wise choice for these two to fight here.

"Chirp—!"

A Golden-Winged Peng let out a long cry to the sky, its cry shaking the wildernesses. The mountains and rivers all trembled, their sound echoing through the world. Its wings spread, covering a radius of several thousand zhang.

Every feather was like a divine sword cast from divine gold, shining with chilling brilliance.

"Bang!"

A longsword appeared in the Sacred Son of Primal Beginning's hand. With one sword held high, he overturned heaven and earth. The sword light shot into the sky, looking down on the world, erupting with boundless sword light that swept across heaven and earth.

Just as the two were about to fight, Li Yun's voice came from the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets.

"Enough."

"No fighting in Great Desolate City!"

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