Chapter Forty-Nine: Do You Have Any Manners?

Another night had fallen.

Everything was as silent as usual.

They say there is always calm before a storm.

So Wang Xiao wanted to test if that was true.

He hadn’t expected to make such an unexpected discovery.

“Hey, brother, how long have you been squatting here?” Wang Xiao said, patting the head of a “demon.”

The “demon” looked terrified, its mouth hanging open, only able to utter a pitiful whimper.

“Seriously? So they’re all just whimpering weaklings?” Wang Xiao’s face was full of disdain—it was a real shame, given how menacing their appearance was.

With a burst of flame, he sent the fourth-tier demon straight to the afterlife.

Wang Xiao casually relayed the information back to Infinity City.

Soon, commotion stirred among the figures atop Infinity City.

The raven-shaped demon was somewhat speechless—it hadn’t even begun its operation, yet there was already a disturbance?

“Forget it, I’ve regained my strength anyway. Tonight’s the night—I can’t wait any longer!”

Wang Xiao’s mastery of advanced languages came in handy at this moment.

He suddenly appeared before the raven demon and asked, “What is it you can’t wait for?”

The raven demon frowned at Wang Xiao. “Which demon lord’s subordinate are you?”

The unfamiliar demon bloodline made the raven demon hesitate.

By rights, only ten demons were dispatched to an area.

And this person wasn’t on the list sent by the Sky Tyrant.

The raven demon could sense Wang Xiao’s bloodline was superior to its own.

It frowned slightly, “But why is your power only at the fifth tier?”

Wang Xiao rolled his eyes and retorted, “And which demon lord commands you?”

His expression brimmed with arrogance, the bearing of a superior addressing a subordinate.

Though puzzled, the raven demon replied, “I am Aldinver Crow, Night Raider under the Sky Tyrant!”

“Duck?!” Wang Xiao scratched his head. Who would give themselves a name like Duck?

Aldinver Crow asked in return, “And you?”

Wang Xiao laughed. “Ah, Duck, nice to meet you. My name is Nicholas Tenderlayer, but you can call me Tender!”

The raven demon frowned and pressed, “So which demon lord do you serve?”

Wang Xiao lowered his head, his expression unreadable. “Me? I am...”

He inched closer to the raven demon and suddenly unleashed an uppercut.

He had put all his strength into this blow, confident it would finish the job. After all, every one of his attacks carried soul damage.

Bang!

The raven demon was sent flying, a circular wound steaming on its chest.

Was this civil?

Resorting to violence at the slightest disagreement?

Is it such a sin to ask about your background? Damn!

“Oh? Still alive? Don’t tell me you’re sixth tier!” Wang Xiao was surprised to see the raven demon still standing.

A look of fury crossed the raven demon’s face. “You’re after the divine blood too, aren’t you?!”

Before Wang Xiao could move, the demon’s wings flared and it shot into the sky.

Bathed in the blood moon, its entire form was exposed: aside from its wings, its body was covered in shifting black armor.

With a beat of its wings, the raven demon dived at Wang Xiao.

Its sharp beak sliced through the air with a shrill whistle.

Wang Xiao’s eyes narrowed. “What, you think I can’t fly?”

Broad wings unfurled from his back as he soared upward.

But he didn’t see the cold smirk at the corner of the raven demon’s mouth.

“Dark Assault!”

In a flash, the raven demon vanished into the night, splitting into countless black shadows.

“What the hell?!”

Wang Xiao’s eyes widened—he couldn’t track where the raven demon had gone.

All he could do was hover warily, alert to any movement.

“Looking for me?”

It was the raven demon’s voice!

Slash! Slash!

Blood sprayed through the air!

Several hand-sized wounds appeared on Wang Xiao’s body, forcing him to struggle to remain airborne.

He was now teetering in the sky.

“So what if you have a higher bloodline?”

“Without a demon lord’s blessing, you’re still nothing but trash!”

“With power like that, you want to compete with me?”

“Ha ha ha ha ha—”

The whole sky echoed with the raven demon’s laughter.

Clutching his wounds as blood gushed, Wang Xiao gritted his teeth. “Damn, that hurts!”

What exactly was this raven demon searching for?

And what was this talk of a higher bloodline?

The raven demon reappeared, triumphant. “Show your true form! Otherwise, you’ll never beat me!”

With that, it soared even higher.

“Damn! Again?”

Wang Xiao hastily shot up after it, determined to intercept.

But seeing Wang Xiao follow, the raven demon showed no fear—if anything, it looked more delighted.

“Fool! Are you so eager to die?!”

Wang Xiao’s body swelled to several times its original size, arms crossed before his chest.

The raven demon didn’t hesitate; its sharp beak drove straight into Wang Xiao.

This time, there was no surprise—Wang Xiao was completely pierced through!

“Pathetic—no match at all.”

Watching Wang Xiao’s body plummet to the ground, the raven demon smirked.

On Infinity City’s walls, the people were stunned, watching Wang Xiao impaled and then crash to earth.

Was that the end for him?

Damn!

Ji Weijie’s eyes went red as he shouted, “Avenge the Lord!”

The fighters atop Infinity City roared in unison, “Avenge the Lord!”

A scene of loyal ministers to a worthy ruler, indeed.

No sooner had Ji Weijie and the others leaped from the city than the raven demon waved a hand, unleashing hundreds upon hundreds of “demons.”

Their target was clear—Infinity City!

Ji Weijie and Yang Ming charged at the forefront, Wang Xiao’s death having driven them to madness.

“Attack!!!”

“Attack!!!”

The raven demon shook its head with a smile, then strode over to Wang Xiao’s body.

Just as Wang Xiao was resurrecting, he heard the shouts from Infinity City and scrambled to his feet.

“Brothers! I’m not dead! Don’t act rashly!”

Ji Weijie’s eyes widened as he shouted, “Damn! The Lord’s alive!”

“The Lord’s alive! Brothers, attack!”

“Attack!”

Wang Xiao’s face darkened. Did it make any difference whether he was dead or alive?

The raven demon was baffled—how could he still be alive?

Could this guy be a servant of the Undying Demon Lord?

“Let’s see how many times you can resurrect!”

Without mercy, the raven demon drove a half-meter-long claw straight through Wang Xiao’s heart.

“You have no honor!”

Ji Weijie saw this and cried out again, “It’s over! The Lord is really dead this time!”

“The Lord is dead! Attack!”

“The Lord is dead! Attack!”

“Avenge the Lord!”

With blood gurgling from his mouth, Wang Xiao shouted, “I can still be saved! Don’t be reckless! There are fifth-tier demons here!”

The raven demon frowned—damn, he’d never frowned so much in his life!

With a twist of its claws, it shredded Wang Xiao’s internal organs.

Rest in peace, then!