He spoke rudely, so I slapped him down.
Seeing figures closing in from all directions,
Hui Shoutao buzzed with excitement!
No more solo struggles—finally, he could rob others!
But as he sized them up, he froze.
Dozens soared through the air, only a few riding divine wheels.
Clearly, most were Spirit Nurturing Realm!
And several were high-tier!
Hui Shoutao's jaw dropped, his thrilled expression stiffening as he stammered.
"B-Boss… let's run!"
"They're too strong! At least thirty Spirit Nurturing Realm!"
"We can't beat them!"
He turned to bolt down the mountain.
Jiang Yuqiong flicked a palm wind, sending him sprawling face-first into the dirt.
"You're a Heavenly Dragon War Body? This is your grit?"
Jiang Yuqiong snorted.
Han Xuan, Yang Xiao, and the others stayed calm, grinning, their eyes drifting to Feng Wuchou.
A Spirit Nurturing Eighth Layer got pinned by Boss with one finger.
These guys? Nothing.
Feng Wuchou's face darkened, silent, wrapping it up again.
But Hui Shoutao, clueless, panicked.
"My grandpa said with enough strength, no treasure's unrobbable! But…"
"But you gotta read the room, know your limits!"
Jiang Yuqiong shot him a flat look.
So that's why you targeted me and Dugu Jiu?
Just then, the crowd drew near.
Dozens of figures radiated immense pressure!
All eyes locked on Jiang Yuqiong.
"He's the little demon king? Really a toddler!"
"This tiny thing took down Spirit Nurturing Third Layer? No mistake?"
"No doubt! No other kid this small in the War Dragon Secret Realm!"
After confirming, a young men stepped forward.
"Little brat, you've snatched tons of treasure medicines—hand them over, or we'll take them!"
He bellowed.
Hui Shoutao quaked, terrified!
He'd just found a backer, and now they were surrounded by powerhouses!
Why so unlucky?!
Jiang Yuqiong hopped off his boulder, stretching.
"And if I don't?"
He asked coolly.
Before the young men replied, another voice cut in, deep and approaching.
"That's not up to you!"
Jiang Yuqiong's brow twitched.
Glancing over, he chuckled inwardly.
A familiar face!
Three teens sped in, landing atop the mountain.
The leader, about fourteen, wore dazzling gold robes!
Arrogant, radiating power, tall and striking!
Jiang Yuqiong knew him.
Xiao Aoran—the guy who'd pointed fingers at him before entering the realm!
Under everyone's gaze, Xiao Aoran and two teens strode toward Jiang Yuqiong.
From the Xiao Clan, deep roots, strong—few dared cross him.
As they approached, a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old young men smirked.
"I wondered who the little demon king was! Isn't this the brat from before?"
"He really came to the trial! No token—doesn't fear dying here?"
This was Xiao Aoquan, Xiao Aoran's clan cousin, Spirit Nurturing Fourth Layer.
His tone dripped mockery.
The crowd blinked, surprised, staring at Jiang Yuqiong.
No token for the trial?
That's… a death sentence in a pinch!
Ignoring their confusion, Jiang Yuqiong's eyes narrowed, locking coldly on Xiao Aoquan.
"Keep talking like that, and I'll rip your mouth apart!"
He growled.
The Xiao trio stiffened under his stare, as if eyed by an ancient beast, cold sweat beading.
"That feeling again! What special physique has this kind of presence?!"
Xiao Aoran thought.
Xiao Aoquan faltered, stepping back, unable to believe such menace came from a toddler!
Even so!
A milk-sucking brat, no matter how strong his physique, was what?
Unmatured, still an ant!
With that, Xiao Aoquan sneered.
"Brat, trying to scare me with a look?"
He jutted his chin, eyes dripping disdain, provocation blatant.
His mouth kept spewing taunts.
"A toothless pup wants to bite? You can't even—"
Before he finished, Jiang Yuqiong flickered.
Intricate runes bloomed beneath his feet.
In a ghostly flash, he appeared before Xiao Aoquan!
"If you can't talk right, that mouth's useless!"
His icy voice rang out.
A small hand swung, smacking Xiao Aoquan's face!
"THUD…"
A muffled crack!
Xiao Aoquan streaked in a line, crashing into a boulder, then slumping to the ground.
Cracks spiderwebbed the rock!
He lay like a dead dog, wailing.
His right cheek was a bloody mess, bones shattered and caved!
"Hiss…"
Gasps filled the air.
It happened too fast—no one reacted!
Only now did it sink in!
That little demon king… too strong!
A Spirit Nurturing Fourth Layer face—smashed with one slap!
Few here could claim such ease!
"Boss… so strong!"
Hui Shoutao's mouth rounded in awe.
He'd underestimated Jiang Yuqiong!
No wonder he wasn't scared with so many closing in!
This strength!
Nearby, Xiao Aoran's expression shifted—shock, then darkening gloom.
"Brat, courting death?"
"Hurting my Xiao Clan kin in front of me—you don't take me seriously!"
He snapped, eyes glinting murderously.
Jiang Yuqiong scoffed, meeting his gaze.
Spitting each word slowly.
"What are you worth?"