Junior sister, keep forbear for a while, I almost become invincible as soon!-Chapter 57: The Arm of the Primitive Demon God

"Of course I know. He seemed to be here just now, but I don’t know where he has gone now," Chen Pingping said with a smile. "May I ask, does the blood flowing within the Wilderness tribe originate from the Primitive Demon God?"

"Yes, you can understand it that way," the prodigy of the Royal Clan nodded.

So that’s how it is! The Wilderness tribe are descendants of the Primitive Demon God. Hence, the body of the Primitive Demon God holds tremendous significance to the entire Wilderness tribe. Even melting it down can grant immense power.

"Alright, our chat is over. I’m leaving," said Chen Pingping.

Oh? The prodigy of the Royal Clan was stunned. "You’re not going to kill me?"

Chen Pingping looked at him. "Killing you is meaningless. Your primary task right now is the body of the Primitive Demon God, not this Earth Chicken. Moreover, my goal is the same."

Keeping him alive could be useful, as he can continue to exert pressure on Earth Chicken. In doing so, the day of taming it couldn’t be far away!

Chen Pingping was decisive; saying he would leave and then doing just that.

Behind him, the Royal Clan’s prodigy raised the corners of his mouth, smiling. "Interesting."

The fluctuations from the battle ahead became increasingly intense, covering a vast area. Even accidentally passing by might turn one into a target of attack.

About ten minutes later, they finally arrived at the deep pit.

One could sense the fluctuations in the air, but surprisingly, the arm of the Primitive Demon God was nowhere to be seen. Many strong members of the Wilderness tribe were also deep in thought.

Those guys fighting must have water in their brains.

Chen Pingping looked at the Eight Treasures Chicken. "Do you know this Array?"

Eight Treasures Chicken shook its head. "I don’t know, but Big Brother does; it’s an expert in Arrays."

Oh? Chen Pingping smiled. Was there such a thing?

Earth Chicken felt like beating it up. Its only trump card had been given away! It had hoped to use the Array to suppress Chen Pingping!

"Dispel it," Chen Pingping said.

Beg me! Earth Chicken held its head high.

Chen Pingping watched it. "Not dispelling it works too. I’ll send you out right now, hand you over to that young man from the Royal Clan we just met. He will certainly be interested in you. Or maybe I’ll give you to the Emperor Clan."

Damn it! Earth Chicken cursed and muttered, wishing it could kick him to death. However, its foot was too small, and it might not necessarily be able to beat this guy.

With no choice, it compromised and made its way to the edge of the deep pit, examining it continuously.

Before long, the Earth Chicken waved its barren wings, and an invisible door was opened by it. It blinked and scanned the surroundings.

Chen Pingping knew what it wanted to say – open the Array now? All the strong members of the Wilderness tribe are around.

"Open it!" he commanded.

BANG!

The Array broke, and the aura of the Primitive Demon God erupted, spreading like a massive surge in all directions.

All the strong members of the Wilderness tribe turned their gaze here, instantly becoming dumbfounded.

An arm! The bloody arm, tainted with terrifying Demonic Qi, lay quietly in the pit.

Someone exclaimed, "It’s out! My heavens, the arm of the Primitive Demon God!"

Others reacted quickly, charging toward the pit immediately.

But Chen Pingping was faster. He took a step forward, intending to pick up the arm. A sudden outburst of Demonic Qi erupted, as if the power of Mount Tai was pressing down.

CRACK!

The hand he had reached out was instantly crushed.

Not only that, but a strong oppressive force filled the air, leaving Chen Pingping struggling to breathe.

The Wilderness tribe strongmen who wanted to approach had to stop in their tracks, breaking out into cold sweats. They noticed the Human Clan cultivator at the location of the pit.

Their expressions changed rapidly.

As members of the Wilderness tribe, they could not get close to the arm, yet this Human Clan cultivator could.

The fluctuations were intense.

More and more strong members of the Wilderness tribe arrived, including the earlier prodigy of the Royal Clan. He was shocked. "It’s that Human Clan cultivator."

Being from the Royal Clan, the Bloodline Power in him was strong, allowing him to get close to the pit, but not as close as Chen Pingping.

He was very annoyed.

"Human Clan cultivator, what are you trying to do?" a Wilderness tribe powerhouse scolded. "Get out! This isn’t a place for you to be."

Only he could get close. Only he was most likely to obtain that arm. The Wilderness tribe powerhouses present couldn’t help but panic.

But Chen Pingping remained unmoved, quickly assessing the situation.

At this moment, Eight Treasures Chicken’s voice came. "Boss, you can let Big Brother perform the sealing."

Oh? Chen Pingping was surprised. "It can perform sealing?"

"Of course..." Eight Treasures Chicken replied with pride. "Big Brother is proficient in Arrays and sealing. Back then, it was with these two abilities that it made a name for itself in the Wasteland... MMPH! I’m not saying any more."

Earth Chicken glared at it, its killing intent strong.

Damn Eight Treasures Chicken! I should have just eaten you back then instead of letting you blabber on here! You think you’re the only one with a mouth?

Its trump card had been revealed once again.

Earth Chicken felt awful, but still chose to compromise. There was no helping it; it could only rely on Chen Pingping to survive.

However, sealing the arm of a Primitive Demon God is not an easy feat! Goodness, this is madness.

Earth Chicken took a deep breath and walked forward a few strides.

BANG!

Someone made a move, unleashing a powerful Divine Weapon.

Pity, it was blocked by the Demonic Qi emanating from the arm, instantly disintegrating.

Seeing this scene, many felt a chill in their hearts. Just what is that Human Clan cultivator? How can he approach the arm of the Primitive Demon God?

Wait? What is that chicken doing?

Someone recognized Earth Chicken, and their face immediately darkened.

"It’s that one! Damn it... it actually came back," a strong individual from the Royal Clan gritted their teeth.

"I understand now. It wants to seal the arm of the Primitive Demon God."

"We can’t let it seal it, or else the arm of the Primitive Demon God will be gone!"

"Who can stop it?"

"Where are the Royal Clan powerhouses?"

"Don’t know. They were just here a moment ago."

Most of the Wilderness tribe powerhouses above the fifth-tier had gone chasing after Lao Huang, leaving only a handful of fifth-tier Wilderness tribe powerhouses behind, along with a bunch of fourth-tiers.

With their low cultivation realms, they couldn’t get close. Those without sufficient Bloodline Power couldn’t approach either.

They were speechless, only able to watch the Human Clan cultivator and that chicken perform the sealing.

But the scene soon quieted down.

From another perspective, Earth Chicken sealing the arm of the Primitive Demon God might present an opportunity for them.

Eight Treasures Chicken glanced at the crowd. "They’re waiting too."

Chen Pingping said, "It doesn’t matter."

Would you just shut up! Earth Chicken was sick of this guy, giving him a sidelong glare. If it weren’t for the fact that it couldn’t speak, it would have cursed, Get lost, now!

HEH.

The Royal Clan prodigy chuckled softly. "How will you escape this time?"

The longer the sealing took, the more Wilderness tribe powerhouses gathered. When that time came and everyone attacked together, would Chen Pingping still be able to walk out alive?

The answer was all too clear.

Eight Treasures Chicken was incredibly flustered.

「Time passed...」

The sealing gradually took shape. Earth Chicken was greatly drained, panting heavily, its condition deteriorating to an unprecedented degree. After all, it was sealing the arm of a Primitive Demon God.

After a while, Earth Chicken looked back at Chen Pingping.

The latter nodded. "No problem." He had made all his preparations; for this arm, he would do so even if it meant revealing his own strength. After all, this is the Wasteland; not many people know me here. When I return to the Heaven Martial Continent, I can still live a low-profile life.

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