Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao-Chapter 634 - 348: Eat_2

Only Chen Xiong felt at ease. He was well aware of Little White Elephant's abilities. In Mountain Luoxia, how many powerful demons had become as docile as a baby in front of this little ancestor—those were bona fide battle achievements.

The Mountain Lord stared at the child who walked out from the light, but deep inside, a strong feeling of fear emerged. It was a kind of fear originating from his bloodline, seeing him was like facing a natural enemy.

"Who exactly are you?" the Mountain Lord asked warily, his voice involuntarily carrying a note of weakness. The suppression from the bloodline made it impossible for him to exert his full strength.

"What a cute little tiger, you look quite delicious," Little White Elephant said with a laugh, his innocent face shining with a bright smile.

Yet this angelic smile appeared as a devil's grin to the Mountain Lord, who couldn't help but shiver in the presence of Little White Elephant.

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The pride of once being the King of Beasts made it impossible for the Mountain Lord to accept his display of weakness. He roared in anger, but the roar that came out of his mouth was feeble and powerless, like a kitten mewing.

The oppression from the bloodline was so fearsome. The Mountain Lord never managed to break through the bloodline's limitation and was hence restrained by Little White Elephant. The flames of anger burned fiercely in his heart, and on his dark surface, flames seemed to begin to appear. It was the Mountain Lord starting to burn his own soul.

As the proud King of Beasts, even in death, he could not accept such humiliation. Thus, he chose to burn his own soul to relieve the suppression rooted in his bloodline with pain.

The effect was clear. The Mountain Lord could distinctly feel the bloodline's suppression gradually weakening, and his courage and pride seemed to have returned.

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"Roar, I want to tear you to shreds!" the Mountain Lord bellowed in rage, his sanity beginning to blur due to the burning of his soul. His sanguine eyes were fixed dead on the Little White Elephant not far away, as a cold, unrestrained murderous intent filled the air.

The Little White Elephant stood before the Mountain Lord, utterly bored, silently watching his performance, with a mischievous smile hanging on his small face.

This smile deeply wounded the Mountain Lord's proud heart, pushing him, already teetering on the edge of madness, into a complete breakdown, as he frantically attacked the Little White Elephant.

At that moment, the Mountain Lord seemed to have nothing but animal instinct left, like a wild tiger unceasingly attacking the Little White Elephant, yet unable to even touch the hem of the little one's clothes.

Despite this, the Mountain Lord seemed impervious to fatigue, continuing his relentless onslaught. With a fierce pounce, his sharp claws were about to land on the Little White Elephant.

Yet the Little White Elephant merely leaped lightly into the air, soaring above the Mountain Lord's fierce attack that found nothing but empty space.

Gently landing, the Little White Elephant, like a naughty child, climbed onto the Mountain Lord's back. The frenzied Mountain Lord then felt as though a mountain had settled upon him, the heavy pressure forcing him to prostrate himself. But in his confusion, he flailed wildly, soon creating a deep pit in the ground.

However much he struggled, the Little White Elephant remained firmly seated on his back, utterly unchanged, as if his vigorous struggles and roars were nothing but a farcical act.

As time passed, the Mountain Lord's reason gradually returned to him. The madness of his struggles also ceased. At this moment, he no longer had his previous arrogance, and, appearing extremely weak, he looked up at the Little White Elephant and pleaded, "Kill me, please, kill me!"

His immense pride could accept his defeat, but not this kind of humiliating defeat. Thus, he pleaded with the Little White Elephant to end this humiliating behavior, to grant him a quick death.

The Little White Elephant had intended to play a bit longer but, catching a glimpse of the Mountain Lord's eyes, suddenly found the whole thing disgustingly tasteless. So, he hopped off the Mountain Lord's body, tossing him high into the sky. Enveloped in Holy Light, a colossal, brilliantly shining white elephant emerged in the valley, swallowing the Mountain Lord whole as he hovered in the air.

As the white Holy Elephant appeared before him, the Mountain Lord was assailed by memories from his bloodline—a memory from ancient times, when a tiger was feasting on its prey in the forest. Suddenly, a white Holy Elephant appeared before it.

The Holy Elephant stood towering, radiating dazzling light, seemingly locked in battle with some terrifying entity. Massive shockwaves swept through heaven and earth, and the surrounding mountains turned to dust in an instant. The terrified tiger ran for its life, taking an unknown amount of time to escape the edges of the battle, with a formidable gale blowing in its face—the aftermath of the combat.

The imposing image of the Holy Elephant was embedded deeply in the tiger's mind, unforgettable for a lifetime. It was passed down through his bloodline for generations.

"So there are such beings in this world!" the Mountain Lord muttered to himself before his death. He felt as if he had glimpsed a brand-new world—a world entirely different from the present, a world that inspired longing. It was a pity that he would have no chance to experience its splendor any longer.

After swallowing the Mountain Lord, the gigantic Holy Elephant rapidly dissipated, transforming back into the cute appearance of the Little White Elephant. But no one saw him as cute anymore. It was this seemingly cute creature that had just swallowed that terrifying demon.

"The taste is so-so!" the Little White Elephant mumbled to himself with a touch of annoyance.

Then he turned to Chen Xiong and said, "Chen Xiong, hurry up and thank me. This was a mission I snatched from Ruyi True Immortal. I did good by you, didn't I? If you have anything tasty, bring it out now."

Chen Xiong, however, gave a wry smile and replied, "My dear ancestor, I have pressing matters today and can't afford to play with you. Next time I'm free, I'll treat you to the delicacies of the human world."

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