Chapter 127 - The Hero Battles the Mighty Lion

Chapter 127: Chapter 125: The Hero Battles the Mighty Lion"Cut the crap—I refuse to believe you can defeat so many of us at once!" Tong Ling channeled his demonic eyes to emit numerous rays of destruction, hitting the Golden Lion on vital areas such as his forehead and heart.

Unfortunately, even with the terrifying might of the demonic eyes’ rays, they failed to penetrate the Golden Lion’s defenses; the golden mane seemed to possess a strange magic power capable of resisting a great deal of damage.

"How can this be?!" Tong Ling’s eyes widened, filled with disbelief.

"That was a decent hit, but your target was me." The Golden Lion shifted his feet, stepping forward and reaching out with his lion’s paw toward Tong Ling’s head not far away.

"Tong Brother, be careful!" Qi Rong, who was closest, suddenly unleashed the thunderous might from his spear, directing a bolt of heavenly thunder at the Golden Lion to intercept him.

"Demon Claw Rending Sky!" Tong Ling, of course, was also prepared for the Golden Lion’s surprise attack; his Demonic Qi surged, transforming into two sharp claws that viciously tore at the Golden Lion.

"Disperse!" Despite his bravery, the Golden Lion had to halt his charge in the face of the two attackers, throwing a punch that instantly shattered Qi Rong and Tong Ling’s assaults.

"I don’t understand how you plan to win against me, perhaps you really don’t comprehend what the Lionheart Bloodline represents in the myriad worlds." The Golden Lion, unangered by his successful hit, calmly swept his gaze around. At this moment, the Demon Kings of all major cities had also arrived at the predetermined position planned by Luo YiSi, completely surrounding the Golden Lion, leaving no chance for escape.

"Yes, I don’t know just how strong you, the Golden Lion, truly are—let me witness it today!" Tong Ling decided to take the initiative, roaring, "Attack!"

Instantly, from all directions around the Golden Lion, dozens of terrifying fluctuations erupted; the sky of the entire grassland was enshrouded in billowing Demonic Qi, leaving not a glimmer of light visible.

"Kill!"

Facing the explosive strike of the angered Demon Lords, the Golden Lion suddenly laughed loudly, "Good, today I will let you all witness the mighty power of the Lionheart Bloodline, I, the Zhen Luo King, the heir to the Beastman Empire, will show you just how strong I really am!"

While speaking, a brilliant golden glow suddenly burst forth from the Golden Lion’s entire body, like a sun within the clouds of Demonic Qi, illuminating the whole world.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, a roar of a majestic lion came from the void; a colossal lion’s head broke through the barrier of the wilderness realm, overlooking the battlefield.

Before this golden lion, the Demonic Qi rolled back on itself. Before the attack had fully launched, Tong Ling and the Demon Kings of the various cities were already spitting blood, suffering severe backlash.

"Lion King!" The Golden Lion looked up at the gigantic lion’s head and whispered, "Descend!"

The pure high-grade Lionheart Bloodline power was incomparable to the "Lion King’s Descent" used by Lu Hong; Lu Hong’s bloodline was merely level two, whereas our Golden Lion was at the level four.

As the word "descend" was spoken, the lion from the sky transformed into a stream of light that entered the brow of the Golden Lion. The next moment, the aura that swept the entire grassland erupted abruptly, with every soldier on the battlefield, without exception, pinned to the ground by the terrifying oppressive force, unable to move.

But for Lu Hong, this was not unusual; unless specifically targeted, the Lionheart Bloodline, sharing the same origin, would not actively intimidate those of the same race.

Merely under the light of the Lion King’s Descent mode, not even a hundred out of a million people on the great grassland could stand.

Those closest to the Golden Lion, like Tong Ling and others, were now struggling to maintain their stance, barely managing not to kneel before him.

Qi Rong was slightly better off, having not attacked along with Tong Ling earlier, making him the only one who could still stand straight under the pressure exerted by the Golden Lion.

From the start, Luo Bolun was hiding in the back, charging a big move, similar to Luo YiSi, as both belonged to the Qi Class profession.

As for our Luo YiSi, at the time of the Golden Lion’s Descent, she had exerted all her power to execute her telekinetic abilities, but got them shattered by the shockwave; she now hid in the arms of the rushing to aid Tong Ni, stabilizing her injuries.

The Golden Lion looked around, letting out a light chuckle, "Well? Continue attacking, weren’t you going to deal with me?"

Facing the provocation of this mighty lion, Tong Ling completely lost his courage to retort. The sheer presence of the bloodline power alone had instantly incapacitated millions—was this even human?!

"Since you won’t move, then prepare to die!" The Golden Lion aimed a punch at Tong Ling.

"Run!" Qi Rong cried out in alarm, forcing every bit of his strength to unleash a skill, but the thunderous power was rendered useless under the aura of the Golden Lion.

Tong Ling tried to step back, but the Golden Lion’s punch seemed to carry an infinite magic power that locked onto Tong Ling relentlessly.

It’s over, I’m going to die!

Just as Tong Ling gave up hope, a streak of polar light tore through the sky, ferociously splitting the aura created by the Lion King’s Descent, releasing everyone from suppression. The polar light collided with the Golden Lion’s iron fist, shielding Tong Ling from a fatal attack.

With the Golden Lion’s fist repelled and the polar light dissipating, a sharp cold light was revealed—it was an arrow.

"Annihilation Arrow." The Golden Lion recognized the skill of his opponent. Annihilation Arrow specialized in tearing apart all types of aura skills, a powerful archer skill at the Second-Transformation Peak, extremely practical.

Speaking, the Golden Lion’s gaze sharpened slightly as he looked into the distance, where several vague silhouettes flickered in and out of view on the horizon.

Qi Rong exclaimed with joy, "You’ve come!" They were the powerful reinforcements from the Red Nation, who hadn’t been with the allied forces from the beginning but had operated independently.

Breathless with exertion, the group on the horizon cursed, "Are you still not running? Are you hoping I can fire a second arrow?!"

Indeed, to break the aura pressure created by the Golden Lion, this group had combined their strength in one strike and had already exhausted all their magic power. They no longer had the capacity to fight.

"Retreat quickly!" Luo Yisi consumed a vast amount of magic potions again, and her shattered seas of thought began to reform. For a moment, myriad flood dragons launched, headed straight for the Golden Lion.

With Luo Yisi buying time, Tong Ling and the others quickly retreated.

The Golden Lion didn’t say anything else; faced with the wildly dancing flood dragons, he took a deep breath, "Lionheart—Roar!"

A strange sound ring formed around the Golden Lion, spreading continuously in all directions. The lion’s roar echoed throughout the field, and under this indiscriminate attack, both the Beastman armies and the allied forces of the wasteland spat blood and fell. But the beastmen, with their naturally superior bodies, weren’t mortally wounded. This was likely also a result of the Golden Lion’s deliberate control.

But the allied forces of the wasteland were not so lucky. The demons might survive, as some with strong bloodline powers could cling to life, but the vast majority of the Human Race weren’t so fortunate. Born with a weaker bloodline power, they exploded into showers of blood under the Golden Lion’s roar like blossoming blood flowers, scattering a rain of blood across the sky.

At the same time, Luo Yisi, who had been focusing on her telekinesis, had no means of defense. Under the attack of the Lionheart’s Roar, she coughed up blood and passed out.

"No!" Luo Bolun let out a guttural scream and no longer concealed his powerful move; a transparent orb slowly rose from his fingertips.

"Jade Shatter Kill!"

Crack, crack, crack. The transparent orb slowly shattered, releasing the enormous telekinesis that had been contained within it. Like a storm of thought, it roared towards the Golden Lion.

"Disperse!" The Golden Lion slammed his hand down and easily dissipated the carefully accumulated skill that Luo Bolun had been harboring.

"How weak. I don’t want to waste any more time with you all." Having lost their will to fight, and having had enough fun, the Golden Lion’s desire to kill surged.

However, just then, Lu Hong, who had been hiding in the shadows, finally seized an opportunity: "Lion King Descends! A supreme sacrifice!"

Faced with the sudden sneak attack from behind, the Golden Lion was taken aback. As he turned, two Blood Holy Swords pierced his chest.

"Is it you?!" The Golden Lion stared at his assailant in momentary astonishment, truly unaware of Lu Hong hiding among the crowd until now.

Seeing his strike succeed, Lu Hong felt a sudden surge of vindication—partly for Luo Yisi’s severe injury, partly for his own past beating in the rat’s den, "How does it feel, surprised?"

The Golden Lion burst out laughing, "I’ve been wondering how to find you. It turns out all my efforts have been in vain."

Speaking, the Golden Lion struck out. Even though Lu Hong was prepared, he couldn’t dodge the attack and got punched in the stomach. The immense pain almost knocked him out; the strength of a Level 4 bloodline power was unimaginable.

"Come with me, and I will take you back to the Empire. In ten years, you will be the next me." The Golden Lion burst into laughter as he held down the defenseless Lu Hong, pulled out the Blood Holy Swords from his chest, and the wounds healed at a visible speed. Lu Hong’s sneak attack had no effect at all!

What to do? Why is the Golden Lion so powerful?!

Even before entering the wastelands, the cloaked figures had underestimated the Golden Lion. A true lion, one equal to a million soldiers! No matter where!

Facing such a dominant lion, the allied forces of the wasteland plunged into despair. How could they fight? The opponent was like a being with cheat codes activated. Wasn’t it agreed that the level cap in the wasteland was Second Transition Level 4? Why was this lion so formidable?

After capturing Lu Hong, the Golden Lion was quite satisfied. He then turned to look at the Demon Dynasty of Hong Hui, "Demon King Yan, stop pretending. Come out!"

"How did you discover me?" Since the Golden Lion had spoken, Demon King Yan no longer intended to hide; moreover, he had already harbored a desire to kill the lion.

"You shall pay for the destruction of the Heavenly Realm!" the Golden Lion said coldly. "Today is your day to die!"

"Hahaha, hahaha!" Demon King Yan laughed heartily, and his laughter seemed to shake the very skies of the wasteland, like the end of days.

"Since you’ve already uncovered the matter of the Heavenly Realm, why do you believe you can kill me?" The eyes of Demon King Yan were cold. "It’s you who should die." Sёarch* The Novёlƒire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Do you think I would seek revenge without being fully prepared?" The Golden Lion sneered. "Demon King Yan, the feud with Heavenly Realm isn’t just my personal vendetta."

As he spoke, three terrifying presences landed at once—a fierce ape, a Barbaric Bull, and finally another lion, whose aura was even more fearsome than that of an Ifrit!