Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant-Chapter 1544 - 90 Giant Elephant King

However, its excitement didn’t last long. It soon noticed, not far away, a Human Cultivator gazing at it with an enigmatic look.

Clad in a simple azure robe, the cultivator stood quietly amidst the thunder and wind, seemingly unaffected.

Strikingly eye-catching.

“Hmm, are you the Human Cultivator who aided my return?”

A condescending glint flashed in “Elephant Forty-Nine’s” eyes, like that of a Deity gazing down from on high, the voice low and resonant.

The tone carried both arrogance and a trace of curiosity.

“You are the Moro Giant Elephant King?”

The other party’s tone also carried a faint trace of curiosity.

“Hmm?”

The oddly calm demeanor of the other party caused “Elephant Forty-Nine” to narrow its eyes.

A vague sense of unease arose in its heart, and it covertly sensed the aura of the Human Cultivator, only to immediately let out a sigh of relief.

Its tone and demeanor became even more arrogant:

“So, you’re just a Class IV runt… Considering the merit of aiding in my return, I shall overlook your impudence. Indeed, I am the Lord of Moro! The supreme God Demon who governs the flames of sin and the blood of flesh!”

“I should have devoured you, but since you have been of use, and I currently lack suitable servants, henceforth, you shall follow me. When I ascend to the Second Realm Sea in the future, even if you cannot follow, you may claim dominion as a sect ancestor within this Third Realm Sea!”

As it spoke, it raised its head slightly.

Its thick, powerful trunk swung once more, easily dispersing the final bolt of Thunder Tribulation descending from the sky.

The Thunder Cloud vanished, and the thunder ceased.

The Class V Thunder Tribulation was passed with no suspense, smooth and unscathed.

“Elephant Forty-Nine,” almost completely unharmed, couldn’t resist raising its head, opening its mouth wide, and taking a deep breath.

On its elephantine face was a rare expression of intoxication and satisfaction.

“Ah, the taste of living again—how wondrous!”

“Even though the Spiritual Energy now compared to back then is far inferior, the opponents should also be much fewer… Alas, after all these years, the Three Harmonies Master should have long passed away. Otherwise…”

But its expression soon stiffened slightly. It lowered its head, looking at the Human Cultivator standing mid-air not far away.

Its two immense eyes tilted slightly, carrying a hint of displeasure:

“Why do you still not kneel?”

Yet, to its displeasure, the cultivator before it did not show the slightest fear. Instead, with renewed curiosity, they asked:

“What is this Path of Moro you speak of?”

Such disregard for hierarchy, asking questions so bluntly despite its revealed identity, filled it with offense. A trace of ferocity flashed in its eyes.

Without a single wasted word.

Its long trunk lifted high, arched slightly backward, then suddenly straightened and shot toward the Human Cultivator!

The Human Cultivator stood as if unaware, not showing the slightest sign of dodging.

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But at that exact moment.

“Elephant Forty-Nine’s” massive form suddenly convulsed!

The thick trunk that had shot forward recoiled abruptly as if encountering its nemesis, uncontrollably reversing direction!

“Hmm?!”

A trace of shock appeared in “Elephant Forty-Nine’s” eyes, but it quickly realized the cause. Deep wrinkles immediately surfaced on its forehead:

“The Dao Seed’s connection to this realm has preserved the original True Spirit of this body…”

“However… this changes nothing!”

A glimmer of ruthless determination flashed in “Elephant Forty-Nine’s” eyes.

It was the essence of all Moro Giant Elephants; these Dao Seed incarnations at best were just its Clones. How could they possibly contend against its true self?

In an instant, the dispersed True Spirit will of the Moro Giant Elephant King scattered across the realm began accelerating its convergence toward “Elephant Forty-Nine”!

And as these True Spirit wills poured in, its aura rapidly surged!

The true will of the original Elephant Forty-Nine rapidly withered!

The giant elephant laughed wildly, demonic flames surging to the heavens:

“Do not resist further. Become a part of my body, and I shall lead you across this realm, reveling in the blood of all beings, guiding you to asc…”

Bang!

Before the words finished, the Moro Giant Elephant King’s laughter abruptly ceased.

It felt the sky above suddenly darken, and before it could react, a boundless nine-colored palm imprint slammed down, smashing it heavily into the earth!

“ROAR!”

Furious beyond compare, the Moro Giant Elephant King blasted out from the ground.

Its gaze locked firmly on the Human Cultivator before it, whose expression remained calm and indifferent as ever.

The turbulent demonic flames betrayed its seething rage:

“You, how dare you defy me…”

Yet, the other party merely frowned, seeming angrier than it, their low voice tinged with irritation: