Chapter 280: Killing A God

'King Loewe' twitched his mouth as he saw Lyon coming straight at him with his iconic smirk. Not even the appearance of his current form manage to stroke a streak of fear to the youth. Normally a mortal would back down by now, especially since the gap in their cultivation level was undeniably large.

(That damn bastard got one hell of a descendant) thought the ancient demon.

(My reputation is already ruined, so make sure you kill him) said the true King Loewe.

(Hmm? What do you mean?)

(Look at our surroundings! The onlookers! My people! They finally knew the truth, they knew that I had a dev—)

(Cut your crap! None of that matters if you're dead! We can always rebuild a kingdom! After all, mortals are scared of greater power, it's not hard to build a kingdom).

(Tch!).

(Don't worry Loewe, after I got my full power back, conquering worlds would be nothing insignificant).

The body's true owner turned silent before 'King Loewe' crossed his arms at the incoming opponent.

"Your arrogance knows no bounds!"

Lyon chuckled down as his eyes darted to the ground. "You see," his eyes turned sharp as he looked at him, "you are not the only one with a demon inside."

The smile on 'King Loewe' immediately broke before he asked, "What do you mean?"

*hic

"What he is talking about... is me."

Sun revealed himself sitting on top of his grandson's head. His mini-figure stood up with his arms crossed. Around his waist was a sash that was used to hold a little brown gourd. God knows where and when he stole a gourd.

The ancient demon's pupils were immediately shrunken as his mouth went slightly agape. His eyes opened wide before he gulped a chunk of fear.

(Hah! A monkey! Hahahaha!) laughed the true King Loewe.

However, the one in control of his body didn't. He looked at the sash and the gourd on his waist as his eyes darted back and forth between the mini furry's face and it.

(Hey why are you taking a step back?) asked the true King Loewe.

The ancient demon raised his eyebrows in surprise. If it were not for his call, he would not have noticed the instinctive movement that he just made.

"Devil Ape..." the ancient demon muttered. His entire body trembled at the mention of Sun's race. The desire to kneel, the desire to flee, the desire to prostate, they were all occupying his mind.

(What's a Devil Ape?) asked the true King Loewe. He started to notice something's wrong with how the ancient demon behaved. It was older than his grandfather so his experience must be bountiful. It must have met powerful opponents before. During their journeys never once did it showed any signs of nervousness like today.

"One of Heaven's greatest adversaries, the race of Devil Ape," the ancient demon muttered.

He pulled out all of his strength before he asked Sun, "W-what are you doing here?"

"Can't I just be out here enjoying the sun and my liquor without being asked?"

Sun pulled out the mini gourd before he drank it like it was water. The audible gulping sounds made Shen rolled his jade eyes before he also revealed himself 'accidentally'.

"You shameless catfish! Why you gotta ruin my cool moment! Wait your turn!"

"Can't have you hogging all the glory now can I? Stupid monkey!"

"What's that? *hic Say it to my face!"

"I would! But you're drunkness made you face the wrong side!"

"Oh," Sun turned around before he continued, "Say it to my face!"

"Still the wrong side stupid!"

The two of them argue under the cold atmosphere before Lyon slowly pinched his glabella. (You two are the ones that ruining my cool moment!).

(What's going on here? A Devil Ape is drinking liquor without stopping! Not only that, but the True Dragon beside him is also conversing with him?! Impossible! He broke his race's decree! However, why?! Why is he here?! Conversing with one of Heaven's races is punishable by death!) thought the ancient demon.

His figure suddenly froze like a jolt of lightning putting a stop to his brain. His feet trembled before he muttered, "There was one Devil Ape..."

His words put a stop to the True Dragon and Devil Ape's quarrel. Lyon crossed his arms with a smirk as he watched the ancient demon taking slow footsteps backward.

"One Devil Ape, that survived the punishment from his race," the ancient demon shook his head, "no, 'survive' is the wrong word."

The ancient demon gulped. "The race rejected him, hated him, yet he lived carefreely. He was the most talented of all, the one with the most potential to shifted the hierarchy of power in Hell."

"Y-you are Sun! The legendary traitor Sun! SHIT!"

The ancient demon immediately turned tail before he flees the scene with a leap.

(Why are we running?) asked the true owner of the body.

(Of course, we are running from him, he is Sun!) said the ancient demon as he entered the forest.

(Who is he anyway? You said he is a traitor?).

(Tch! The fact that he is a traitor is not what concerned me! The fact that he is still alive that does!).

(What do you mean?)

(In the Devil Ape race, a traitor is punishable by death! However, the system was actually much more brutal. They don't chop heads or thrust a spear through your heart. Every single one of the Devil Apes gets a turn in beating him up until he dies and let me tell you that those monkeys are really proficient with their furry fists).

(Then... that means that...)

The ancient demon shook his head. (He didn't just survive. He actually managed to fight them all alone. More than one hundred thousand Devil Apes was brought down that night, but he didn't kill them. The one that knew the reason was him and him alone. The Devil Apes kept their silence).

"That's far enough, Imp."

The ancient demon raised his eyebrows before he saw a silhouette coming from the front. The light shimmered on the latter as the youth was half as tall as he used to be. Four heavy blacktails were dancing like a feather on the wind.

"Hah!"

The balls of fire that surrounded him immediately launched at Lyon before the latter slapped it down to the ground with one of his tails effortlessly. The smoke rose from the hole like a cigarette being stepped on.

The ancient demon turned frantic before he launched everything he had straight right at Lyon. With the narrow spaces in the jungle, it would be hard for the latter to dodge.

Lyon smirked before all of his tails went into action. The speed at which the four of them slapped the ancient demon little balls of pride was visible to the naked eye as Lyon approached the former.

"Die die die die!"

The shootings gradually increased in speed but the tails were more than enough to keep up with it. Lyon crossed his arms the whole time before the ancient demon was out of breath.

"Is that it...?" asked Lyon as he let the ancient demon pants some more.

'King Loewe' suddenly changed demeanor before Lyon shook his head at the development.

'Gah! You coward!" shouted King Loewe after he was returned back and in control of his body.

(Buy me some time! I'm going to fuse our souls! It's our last chance of surviving!).

(But I will never be human again!).

(It's better than dying!).

"Tch.." the king looked at Lyon before he made a wry smile.

"Y-you won't kill me, right? If I die, who would lead my people? You are just going to enhance the hate between the two races!" shouted the king.

The king smiled as he looked at Lyon facing down contemplating. "That's right, think about it, my death will not solve the core of the problem. However, if I'm still alive, we can make it happen diplomatically!"

The king felt a cold shiver before his knees slammed to the ground as both of the caps immediately broken upon impact. His shoulder blade bent downward before he heard footsteps coming right at him. A tail casually choked his neck as his figure was at the mercy of the person in front of him.

Lyon's eyes were as sharp as a blade as he looked at the king. "Firstly, you tried to frame me."

Lyon let out a casual punch before the right side of the king's ribs immediately broke. The internal bleeding inside his lungs made him coughed out blood to the ground.

Instead of agony, the king actually smiled. "Hehehe, I've bought enough time."

The king's figure wildly moved out of control but it was still bound by the neck. A pair of horns started to protrude out of his forehead as his skin turned reddish. A thin tail started to grow as his body getting bigger. The muscles on his chest were refined to the point that his clothes were ripping apart. The pair of canines grew intensely long and the ribs on his body were gradually healing at a rapid rate.

"Hahaha! Too late! You can't kill me now!"

The king had turned into an Imp completely. Feeling the power running through his meridians he tried to unbind Lyon's tail from his neck. (What the?! It didn't even budge!).

"Lastly," said Lyon as the rest of his tails immediately grabbed ahold of the Imp's limbs, forcing the latter in a 'T' position.

His fingers were buried in his hands as he said, "You used a little girl to the point that she was hated by her loved ones."

Lyon's fist was buried inside the Imp's thick chest to the latter disbelief. He didn't manage to scream before another fist buried in the same spot. However, the Imp was not at all worried. With the current cultivation, his regenerative abilities should keep up.

(You can keep hitting me! But I won't die! There is no way you can kill a Godhood Cultivator's body! Especially since its souls had fused!) thought the Imp.

Lyon was unfazed. He kept on punching the Imp's chest in the same spot over and over again. Every punch he made, it was getting heavier and heavier, faster and faster.

Tuey who had a sensitive ear turned around and gazed at the thick forest. She could hear every thump like a drum. Each beat was periodically faster and the noise was getting louder.

Blood kept churning out of the Imp's mouth as the blow kept coming. His eyes darted to Lyon's face who kept on punching him like a sandbag. Not even after his transformation, he could break free, not even with the cultivation advantage he had the upper hand.

Lyon landed a fist and the impact caused the birds inside the forest to scatter. He let out another one and the tree danced as they swung their branches from right to left.

Finally, after seventy-seven earthquakes did it stop.

Lyon's left hand grabbed the Imp's hair before he whispered in the latter's ear, "This time, I will kill you thoroughly."

The Imp opened his eyes wide, "You are?!"

Lyon smirked before he unbound his tails and punched the Imp's face before his toes reached the ground.

"Devil Ape's Art: Rumbling Heaven!"

The Imp could feel dense mana surrounding its figure in a circular area before he looked up and saw thousands of images of fists raining down his proud body.

"Toooorgaaa!"

It was the last word that the Imp screamed before the whole island broke into several parts after deafening eardrums.