Chapter 1211: Crush

“Bullying our brothers? You’ve got some nerve! Do you think we’re just decorations? Or that we’re not worthy? We’re going to blast you all now!”

Monkey, Peng Wanli, and Xiao Yao roared, striking mercilessly as they charged forward, yelling their battle cries.

The Twelve-winged Silver Dragon cursed, wanting to roar. He and the Nine-headed Bird were covered in blood, on the verge of being mercilessly hunted, yet those others, their eyes red, claimed *they* were the ones being bullied.

Who was bullying whom? He wanted to curse aloud. More than one of his sworn brothers had died, obliterated by Cao De, their bodies incomplete, pierced and torn into pieces by Cao De’s powerful techniques, leaving blood splattered everywhere.

The survivors were in a terrible state. The Twelve-winged Silver Dragon was covered in blood, his bones almost shattered.

As for his sworn elder brother, the Nine-headed Bird, he was more tragic than anyone else, having six of his heads blasted off by Cao De in a single attack, and then his body was cleaved in two.

The ruthless Cao De had ripped off one of the Nine-headed Bird’s thighs and half of its body, and was now holding it, using it like a single-legged bronze club—a truly gruesome sight.

"Thud!"

The Twelve-winged Silver Dragon groaned as Monkey’s dark gold staff struck him squarely on the back. The blow was so heavy that he immediately coughed blood and was sent flying.

One of his silver-scaled wings exploded, and his back was a bloody mess.

Had he not used that wing to block at that crucial moment, his spine would likely have been broken, and he would have lost all combat ability instantly, leading to his death.

“Ah…” The Twelve-winged Heavenly Emissary, the Silver Dragon, his face covered in blood, roared incessantly, fighting back desperately, blood gushing from his mouth and nose.

He was utterly unwilling to accept this. He had set a trap to ambush Cao De, but not only failed to eliminate that hot-headed fellow, he had also gotten himself dragged into this mess.

Especially now, he felt he was the most pathetic prey, cornered by a few belligerent individuals, mercilessly hunted and made a victim.

Of course, these were his own resentments; Monkey, Peng Wanli, and the others would never see it that way. With their differing perspectives, their views were naturally polar opposites.

In the eyes of the Six-eared Macaque and his companions, the Nine-headed Bird, the Twelve-winged Silver Dragon, Xuanwu, White Crow, and the Heavenly Blood Vine deserved their fate. They were truly despicable for such an insidious ambush.

If Chu Feng hadn’t possessed such strong resolve and avoided falling for the trap by staying within the encampment, he would have been ambushed and slaughtered, meeting a truly miserable end.

Just imagine the First Saint, Kunlong, wielding his green-gold blade; how could any golden-body level being possibly withstand it? Cao De would surely have been hacked to death.

As for Jin Lie, it went without saying. As the third strongest among the god-level experts, he was invincible. Once outside the encampment, he would have no qualms whatsoever and would undoubtedly eliminate Cao De with a mere flick of his wrist.

“Move aside, let me handle this!”

At that moment, Monkey, Peng Wanli, Mi Qing, and Xiao Yao were jostling, each wanting to be the first to finish off the Twelve-winged Silver Dragon.

As a result, the Silver Dragon was in an utterly tragic state. What good could come from being simultaneously targeted by several individuals? He suffered successive heavy blows, his silver scales exploding and shedding in large quantities.

Monkey’s staff came crashing down, striking the Silver Dragon’s head. Sparks flew, his horn—hidden within his long hair—trembled, then snapped off with a crack.

The Twelve-winged Silver Dragon was in excruciating pain, suddenly feeling the world spin, his vision blurring, nearly collapsing onto the ground.

“My turn!” Peng Wanli screeched. After some recovery, his golden feathers had partially regrown, no longer leaving him bare. Now, he spread his wings and swooped down, his golden roc wings slicing through the air like divine golden swords!

The Twelve-winged Silver Dragon’s back was streaming blood, a terrible, bone-deep gash appearing, making him want to scream as his body convulsed violently.

Furthermore, the sharp roc claws tore away a large chunk of flesh from his body, a bloody and horrifying sight.

At this point, Chu Feng was pushed out of the battle; he didn’t even need to intervene. Once those troublemakers arrived, they vied to deliver killing blows, shoving him to the side.

Currently, Chu Feng was examining the Nine-headed Bird in his hands, contemplating how to blast its last three heads and finish it off completely.

“Aow…”

In the field, the Twelve-winged Battle Angel, the Silver Dragon, was utterly wretched. He was beaten so severely that he constantly shifted between his true form and human form, yet no matter how he dodged or transformed, he met a terrible end once surrounded by those few.

It wasn’t that he wasn’t strong enough; rather, the individuals ganging up on him were simply too formidable.

Relatively speaking, the Twelve-winged Silver Dragon was significantly stronger than Xuanwu, White Crow, and the Heavenly Blood Vine, a figure comparable to the Nine-headed Bird.

Yet now, he was being ganged up on, and even his formidable divine abilities proved useless. Being hunted jointly by individuals of Monkey’s caliber, he was destined for a tragic demise.

“Ah!”

He screamed again as blood-stained dragon scales fell from his body and blood gushed forth.

This time, Mi Qing seized the primary attacking position, proving even more domineering than her brother. The dark gold staff in her hand whirled up and down like intertwining black lightning—powerful, heavy, and incredibly fierce.

Several consecutive strikes landed on the Silver Dragon’s spine. Clearly, the Silver Dragon’s twelve wings exploded one after another, dragon blood splattering and scales scattering everywhere.

In a single flurry, Mi Qing obliterated nine of the Twelve-winged Silver Dragon’s wings. Combined with the two previously destroyed by her brother, only one dragon wing remained!

Many were stunned. The Silver Dragon himself howled, his back a bloody red. With his single wing flapping, he lost balance, retaliating furiously, his dragon head contorted in a ferocious snarl.

Many were astonished, finding it hard to imagine Mi Qing being so formidable, even more powerful than her brother, Monkey!

It should be noted that she appeared exquisitely beautiful, clad in pure white, with long, glistening, smooth hair and large, pure, flawless eyes. Her entire being was ethereal, exuding an otherworldly aura, a truly unparalleled beauty.

Yet, once she began to fight, she was so dominant that even Monkey yielded, giving way to his sister and allowing her to take the lead in the assault. She was incredibly powerful and courageous.

Nevertheless, her movements remained graceful. Even as she struck with overwhelming force, there was an ethereal elegance to her actions. Her long hair flowed, and her robes billowed, exuding an extraordinary, refined charm.

The Silver Dragon, however, saw none of this. In that instant, he felt as though he had descended into hell, his bones shattered and tendons torn by the dark gold staff, his body on the verge of collapse.

As sparks flew, he took a blow to the head, and with a crack, his last intact dragon horn snapped off.

“Aow…” He let out a bestial howl.

Then, in the next moment, his cries abruptly ceased as excruciating pain shot through his tail. Mi Qing’s staff struck repeatedly, forcibly severing his silver dragon tail from his body, staining the sky with blood.

Mi Qing was intent on slaying the dragon!

The Twelve-winged Silver Dragon couldn’t even escape. As soon as he ascended into the sky, the circling Golden-winged Roc pounced, pressing down forcefully with its massive talons.

A rain of dragon blood poured from the sky!

The Twelve-winged Silver Dragon plummeted toward the ground, only to be met by Xiao Yao’s Taoist fist seals. After a barrage of attacks, he spat out thirteen mouthfuls of blood, his internal organs cracked, and he reeled precariously.

In the Golden Body Encampment, everyone gasped. The alliance of the Nine-headed Bird and the Twelve-winged Silver Dragon was utterly doomed today.

The ones who had brought about their downfall were another small group: Monkey and his companions, who had crippled and killed several of the Nine-headed Bird’s sworn brothers, intent on wiping them out completely.

On the ground, the White Crow, whose lower half had been blasted away by Chu Feng, lay in a pool of blood, still alive. Now terrified, he attempted to quietly escape.

However, Monkey spotted him, unleashed a Heaven-Earth Dharma Manifestation ability, leapt up, and with a “thud,” stomped him to death, causing a large gush of blood.

“Truly the Twelve-winged Silver Dragon, thick-skinned and tough-fleshed, to have endured this long!” Peng Wanli exclaimed.

Hearing this, the others all sneered and lunged forward to attack.

Sadly, the Twelve-winged Silver Dragon, after only a few final struggles, was blown apart by Monkey and his companions, his blood-stained dragon horns and bones scattering.

“Nine-heads, you die too!”

Monkey, Peng Wanli, Mi Qing, and Xiao Yao charged over, intending to finish off the Nine-headed Bird.

Chu Feng was naturally very cooperative, believing that shared joy was better than solitary enjoyment. He threw the Nine-headed Bird, now just half a body, onto the ground, allowing the others to join in delivering the killing blows.

This was because the Nine-headed Bird’s innate divine ability was peculiar: its last three heads glowed, protecting its upper body, making it exceptionally difficult to penetrate, which was why it had remained alive.

Now, those mischievous little demon kings had all arrived, joining forces to brutally assault him!

They didn’t bother to strategize or use secret arts to bypass the protective barrier; instead, they were simple, direct, and quite brutal, immediately striking with lethal intent.

For example, two dark gold staffs whirled on the scene as Mi Tian and Mi Qing swung them down with full force, repeatedly smashing into the Nine-headed Bird.

For instance, the Golden-winged Roc shrieked, golden light surging around it. It transformed into a sharp golden blade, diving from high above to cleave the Nine-headed Bird.

Furthermore, Xiao Yao’s fists, like divine thunder from the highest heavens, erupted with blinding light, repeatedly striking the Nine-headed Bird’s body.

They all struck with lethal intent, showing no mercy, primarily because they harbored deep resentment towards the Nine-headed Bird and found him utterly distasteful.

Not long ago, Chi Lingkong was crippled outside the Golden Body Encampment. If Cao De were to suffer harm again this time, how could Monkey and the others ever show their faces?

They didn’t even need to think: if the Nine-headed Bird had truly succeeded in his scheme and murdered Cao De, he would undoubtedly have pinned the blame on them.

If people were to mistakenly believe that the Six-eared Macaque clan, the Dao clan, and the Roc clan had resorted to treachery to eliminate one of their own in pursuit of the Dao Fusion Grass and greedily seize his allocated spot, their reputation would be irrevocably tarnished.

Therefore, Monkey, Peng Wanli, and the others were utterly enraged, wishing they could kill the Nine-headed Bird instantly, deeming him too insidious.

“You insidious schemer, you wanted to kill our brother and certainly intended to pin the blame on us too! Today, you die!”

Monkey and the others yelled, their hair standing on end in fury, continuously striking.

Meanwhile, Chu Feng himself was also delivering blows, ceaselessly attacking with his wolf-tooth club.

The Nine-headed Bird was consumed by shock and rage. He had meticulously planned and prepared to eliminate Cao De, but this was the outcome: several of his sworn brothers were dead!

What’s more, those few had met gruesome ends, their bodies incomplete.

Now it was his turn. He was being brutally beaten, and apart from the parts above his chest, everything else was gone, completely obliterated.

He was now powerless to retaliate, able only to rely on his innate divine ability to protect his heads, desperately awaiting rescue.

The Nine-headed Bird screamed. One of his heads exploded directly, crudely struck by Cao De and Mi Qing, blooming like a blood-red lotus.

“Ah…”

He wailed again, as another head burst into pieces almost simultaneously, like a ripe watermelon being smashed, terrifying him to his core.