"Gulp~"
The Tiger King stood up slowly in confusion, his amber eyes staring at the bloody and brutal scene in front of him, and he couldn't help swallowing.
He wanted to be the demon king and had started preparing for it two hundred years ago.
This unique skill of his clone is the most successful result of his hard practice for a hundred years.
The strength of each clone was maximized to 90% of his own power, not to mention that he had already released a full 200 clones...
This is his ultimate move, his biggest trump card.
But now, looking at the arrogant figure opposite him, he strangely felt that his trump card killer move had become a tool for the other party to practice?
His eyes dimmed, and he stood on the stage for a long time, silent...
The audience in the audience was stunned and shocked.
Not to mention two hundred tiger kings, they couldn't even defeat one, let alone roaming around freely like now.
Where did this flower demon come from?
At first, when I saw her standing there quietly like a quail, I naturally thought that she was scared and frightened silly, and her whole body was stiff and she didn't dare to come forward to fight.
So, they sneered at her and regarded her as a clown who was just trying to attract attention and act as an invisible person.
But now, the fighting on the stage was swift and fierce. After slaughtering two hundred Tiger King clones in a row, he was still full of energy, and even had a bloodthirsty smile on his face that showed he was not satisfied...
This is truly terrifying!
She is clearly a weak flower demon, so how could she be so terrifying?
Could it be that legend...
"Divide! Keep dividing!"
The sharp voice on the stage was mixed with satisfaction and joy, and the sharp wing blade pointed again at the Tiger King who was standing aside with a look of melancholy on his face.
"No more. This king...is defeated."
He spoke with such difficulty. Over two hundred years of hard work and effort were ruthlessly shattered in this moment.
No one could understand his feelings at the moment. He was still tall and mighty, still imposing and terrifying, but his clenched fists slowly lost their strength and relaxed...
"Are you going to give in?"
Shen Wuyou narrowed his eyes and raised his hand. The sharp wing blade of the Sky Wrath Bow cut through his hard and rough neck, and bright red blood slowly flowed down.
She didn't kill him, she just coerced him unwillingly.
The other party remained silent, quietly waiting for her judgment.
Ever since he stepped onto the Demon King Arena, he was ready to become the king of the demon clan, and naturally, he was also ready to be killed one day.
If the other party was her, this powerful flower demon, he thought, it would not be unworthy of his identity as the king of his clan.
It’s a pity that Shen Wuyu didn’t mean that.
Seeing that he really had no will to fight, Shen Wuyou quickly withdrew his hand, and with a "swish", the wing blade moved away from his vitals.
She won the final victory, but she didn't look that happy.
She lowered her eyes, feeling somewhat disappointed and melancholy, and seemed to be murmuring softly:
"Not enough... not enough... not enough..."
Suddenly——
“Swish!”
The cold light touched his neck again. He slowly raised his eyes and saw the charming and beautiful woman in front of him staring at him with unsatisfied eyes. She said harshly:
"You, fight with me."
Her deep red eyes seemed to be seeping with blood, and they were extremely strange and frightening.
He moved his mouth, and his sharp vertical eyes gradually relaxed and became round.
He said, "I... don't have the strength to fight the king."
She won and deserved to be the king.
There has only ever been one Demon King. Therefore, according to the rules, he should consciously step down as the clan leader.
"You—...get down!"
She clenched the Skywrath Bow in her hand, and a thought suddenly flashed through her mind, but her reason suppressed it. Then she let go of her hand, turned around, and said these words in a suppressed tone.
"Who else... who else can... who else dares to fight against this king?"
Her blood-red eyes swept over the demons in the audience one by one, and her clear and sharp voice was enough to penetrate everyone's eardrums.
Within the barrier, one is only allowed to leave but not enter. In this case, she might as well go out and find someone to fight.
As soon as he took a step, the surrounding barrier suddenly moved, a buzzing sound slowly spread out, and the complex blood-colored pattern broke free from the ground and slowly rose...
As the barrier moved upwards, the blood-colored lines surrounded Shen Wuyou, the only person standing on the stage.
"This is—the Chosen One?!"
A demon in the audience cried out in surprise.
However, there were also many monsters who, like Shen Wuyou, were seeing this kind of scene for the first time. Many of them were suspicious and stretched their necks, staring with their eyes wide open.
"Chosen by Heaven..."
Shen Wuyou heard their surprised voices and slowly recited it silently.
A red light flashed in her hand, and the Sky Wrath Bow was put back into the storage ring, and she was curiously waiting for the next scene.
She has already won the Demon King Competition. She will be the destined demon king and the supreme ruler of the demon world!
So what comes next should be the coronation ceremony given to her by God to become the king.
She thought so, and so did the demons in the audience.
However, the expected coronation did not come, and instead, there were thunder and lightning that resounded through the sky.
"Boom..."
After a series of muffled thunders, there was a sudden, sharp crack of thunder.
“Whoa!”
Pitch-black lightning struck down fiercely from the sky covered with dark clouds!
Shen Wuyou dodged subconsciously, but before he could steady himself, he was forced to the edge of the barrier by a thunderbolt.
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