Chapter 542: He Is Not of the Demon Clan!

Chapter 542: He Is Not of the Demon Clan!

"Big Brother Jin Jiao!"

Xiaomeng was the first to rush to Jin Jiao's side. Jin Jiao’s black armor had been completely shattered, and his body trembled uncontrollably as blood flowed freely, making him look extremely disheveled.

However, surviving the Heaven-Slaying Sword Art demonstrated the formidable vitality of the Three-Headed Demonic Jiao Clan. Indeed, their resilience was impressive.

Of course, Ling Feng's leniency played a part in this, but regardless, Jin Jiao had managed to save his life.

Cough, cough...

Jin Jiao spat out a mouthful of blood, his body gradually shrinking back to his half-human, half-demon form. His eyes were filled with shock.

He had given his all but was still defeated by Prince Long Fei. Is this the true strength of the main branch?

"E-Even Big Brother Jin Jiao lost. H-How is this possible?"

"Oh my, Big Brother Jin Jiao even reverted to his demonic beast form but he still lost."

"To-Too strong!"

The younger generation of the clan stared wide-eyed, their eyes nearly popping out of their heads.

How can someone who is merely at the demon general level suppress Jin Jiao, a demon lord? Is the main branch really that terrifying?

"Phew..."

Seeing the result of the battle, Jin Zhulong and Elder Jin Mu visibly relaxed.

They were not fools and could see that it had been a fair fight. Since Prince Long Fei had won, there should be no further objections within the clan.

Ling Feng sheathed his sword and looked at the young members of the clan in the cave. Coldly, he said, "Now, there should be no objections to me obtaining the Ancestral Soul Awakening Ceremony's spot, right?"

"Uh..."

The young members lowered their heads, unable to challenge Ling Feng’s claim after seeing even Jin Jiao defeated.

Jin Jiao also hung his head, feeling countless grievances, but since Ling Feng had defeated him with strength, he had nothing to say.

"I-I still refuse to accept it!"

Xiaomeng stood up, her tiny fists clenched, and her silver teeth gnashing together. "Father, elders, I-I suspect that this Prince Long Fei is n-not of the demon race!"

At most, he could use the Eight Desolations Body Refinement Art to enlarge his body a bit, but to manifest sharp fangs and claws, he was at a loss.

"What’s wrong?"

A hint of doubt flickered in Jin Zhulong’s eyes. Can it be that Long Fei is truly an imposter pretending to be from the Three-Headed Demonic Jiao Clan? His audacity is unprecedented!

"Transform! Transform! Transform!"

The young members of the Three-Headed Demonic Jiao Clan surrounded him, shouting, their agitation growing as if they might explode at any moment.

"Prince Long Fei, why don’t you transform?"

Xiaomeng huffed, though she was partly guessing and felt uncertain. However, seeing Ling Feng’s hesitation, she was more convinced that she might be right.

"Hmph, no one can force me to do anything!" Ling Feng stood with his hands behind his back, coldly staring at the Three-Headed Demonic Jiao Clan members in the cave. "Just because you ask me to transform, does that mean I must?"

He then glared at Jin Zhulong and said coldly, "Chief Zhulong, are you trying to force me to transform? If you provoke me, do you know what the consequences will be?"

At this point, his only option was to make Jin Zhulong apply pressure and suppress the Three-Headed Demonic Jiao clan.

"Prince Long Fei, if you truly are a member of the Three-Headed Demonic Jiao Clan, what do you have to fear from revealing your true form?"

Jin Zhulong, as the chief of the clan, was not a fool. There were too many doubts about Ling Feng. If he ignored them now, he would truly be a fool.

"Transform! Transform! Transform!"

Ling Feng clenched his fists and, feeling the sharp gazes around him, took a deep breath. I have to escape!

He had already grasped the token leading to the Misty Ghost Forest; this treasure was his only chance of survival now.

But escaping from the demon race next time would be incredibly difficult.

"He is of the demon race! He has the purest bloodline of the demon race!"

Suddenly, Ling Feng felt a golden light enveloping him that blasted open a huge gap in the cave’s ceiling.

In the sky, a gigantic golden Demonic Jiao appeared, towering at seventeen or eighteen zhang high and resembling a massive mountain.

The golden demonic jiao reached down and lifted Ling Feng into its palm.

"Greetings to the ancestor!"

In an instant, all the members of the Three-Headed Demonic Jiao Clan bowed down. Even Jin Zhulong, the demon king-level expert, was forced to prostrate and worship under the overwhelming aura. He was completely unable to move.