When the foul-smelling pig dung kept falling on Snake Soul's head, everyone couldn't help but be stunned.
Not only the people behind Wang Yan, but even Snake Soul's many black-clad subordinates were all staring wide-eyed, mouths agape in disbelief.
Indeed, after reaching the realm of the Demon King, it became a transcendent existence; for Snake Soul, it should be exalted above all, and aloof from the world.
Since Snake Soul broke through to the Demon King, they've indeed been arrogant, especially in front of their subordinates, showing unmatched authority without laughter or fuss. Find the newest release on novelFirｅ.net
Now, seeing the normally dignified Snake Soul so unlucky, with a head full of pig dung, the twenty-some black-clad men could barely hold in their laughter.
Yet, intimidated by Snake Soul's usual authority, they could only forcibly hold back.
However, the people behind Wang Yan were different; Beiming Xue, Ouyang Feiting, and Ma Jun laughed out loud without restraint.
Then, Lin Hai and Roy followed suit and laughed.
The ever-worried Catwoman Xiaojie, upon seeing Snake Soul's state, suddenly felt an extreme sense of relief and also laughed heartily.
Yet, the only one not laughing was Xiahou Que.
Because he thought, no matter what he said, it would manifest on Snake Soul, and feared Snake Soul might misconstrue it as intentional.
Immediately, Xiahou Que hurried to the sow's side, kicking it away, although it once had skin contact with him, and hastily pulled Snake Soul out of the pile of dung.
As he pulled out, he said, "My lord, this has nothing to do with me, I was just speaking casually."
At this moment, Snake Soul's head was full of dung, nearly covering the eyes and mouth.
However, Snake Soul's first reaction wasn't to wipe away the dung but to raise a hand and slapped Xiahou Que hard with a "smack" sound.
Xiahou Que was once again slapped flying, landing on the ground.
Then Snake Soul wiped the face, removing the pig dung, revealing a fierce gaze, glaring at Xiahou Que angrily, "You bastard, say one more word and I'll tear your mouth apart."
As Snake Soul spoke, the pig dung touched on the face kept falling bit by bit.
Xiahou Que was so scared that he quickly covered his mouth, truly not daring to speak again.
Even though he wanted to flatter Snake Soul desperately, his life was far more precious than the benefits flattery might bring, especially with today's bad luck, why did every attempt to flatter fall flat?
At this moment, Snake Soul turned around, glaring fiercely at Wang Yan, and shouted angrily, "Kid, what the hell are you up to?"
Wang Yan appeared indifferent, showing no fear in response to Snake Soul's fierce eyes, and said calmly, "What am I up to?"
"If you're not up to something, why do you always manage to hit me?"
"Maybe because your cultivation is too weak." Wang Yan shrugged and said.
"My cultivation is weak? Hahaha, Wang Yan, you've really angered me, I won't show you mercy again. Demon Pattern, manifest—"
At Snake Soul's loud shout, a cyan Demon Pattern appeared above his head.
This Demon Pattern depicted a coiled giant snake, with gaping jaws and blood-red eyes, looking extremely fierce. Moreover, on the Demon Pattern, two Soul Stars were slowly rotating; the first was a red Warrior Tier Soul Star, and the second was an orange Master Tier Soul Star.
Upon seeing these two Soul Stars, most of the audience was stunned.
Toyota Shouzou couldn't help but shake his head and exclaimed, "Indeed two Soul Stars, he truly is the legendary Demon King."
However, Catwoman Xiaojie's heart immediately sank, and she cried out in anguish, "No matter how clever Wang Yan is, it's futile; in the face of such overwhelming power, everything is in vain. This time, Wang Yan is surely doomed."
At this moment, the still covering his mouth Xiahou Que found an opportunity and shouted, "Oh my, it's indeed the great existence of a Demon King, Wang Yan, this time you surely can't escape."
While Xiahou Que shouted, he continued to observe Snake Soul, seeing no signs of anger, he felt somewhat relieved. After all, Wang Yan could no longer hit Snake Soul, that's completely impossible.
So, no matter how much he flattered, the previous mishap wouldn't occur again.
Thinking of this, Xiahou Que completely forgot about the burning pain on his face and quickly flattered, "Lord Snake Soul has transcendent power, just one move and Wang Yan is surely defeated, I predict this time he'll beg for mercy on his knees, hahaha—"
Amid Xiahou Que's shouting, Snake Soul's eyes flashed with a chilling light, coldly locking onto Wang Yan, and said, "Making me unleash the full power of a Demon King, count yourself worthy, but now everything is over."
With these words, Snake Soul lunged forward, charging at Wang Yan for the third time.
But this time, as Snake Soul lunged forward, the two Soul Stars above his head instantly emitted immense pressure; it's the combined pressure of Warrior Tier and Master Tier, merging with the Wang Tier cultivation of Snake Soul himself.
The three layers of pressure combined, the aura was astounding, as Snake Soul just lunged forward, Beiming Xue and others felt as though the sky was collapsing, as if tens of thousands of pounds pressed down on their shoulders, rendering them immobile.
Catwoman Xiaojie's mouth opened then, displaying a pained expression, she cried out, wanting Wang Yan to escape quickly.
But as Catwoman Xiaojie opened her mouth, she found herself unable to utter a sound, as the overwhelming pressure surrounding her stifled even her voice.
Catwoman Xiaojie was greatly alarmed; she was still some distance from Wang Yan, plus Snake Soul was facing Wang Yan while she was just at Snake Soul's side, yet she endured such tremendous pressure, and imagining the pressure Wang Yan faced directly was terrifying.
At this moment, Catwoman Xiaojie could only see Wang Yan's back, standing there utterly immobile, seemingly a fish on the chopping block, at the mercy of others.
Just then, Snake Soul had already walked several steps forward, with each step, the pressure everyone felt grew stronger, and eventually, Lin Hai, the ordinary people like Yak, couldn't support it any longer, collapsing on the ground with a "thud, thud."
While Beiming Xue and the others barely held on, swaying as if about to kneel at any moment.
Seeing Snake Soul's overwhelming aura suppressing everyone, the black-clad men couldn't help but cheer, and Xiahou Que finally found another chance to flatter, shouting, "Lord Snake Soul is so powerful, once he reaches Wang Yan, he'll surely kneel and beg for mercy. Wang Yan, just kneel and lick my lord's feet, then my lord will spare you once."