Chapter 1495: I’m Afraid You’ll Die Once I Make a Move

Lion King was furious. Not only had the palace gates almost fallen, but he was also mocked by his old rival. All of it was that kid Zu'an's fault.

Although the Demon Queen was clearly leading the team this time, for some reason, he couldn't help but direct his anger at Zu'an. That kid was too sarcastic!

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Hearing his provocation, the Demon Queen quickly grabbed Zu'an's arm and said, "Don't be reckless!" She worried that Zu'an, being young and impetuous, might rush forward in a moment of hot-headedness.

In the distance, Chiwen was fighting valiantly, bathed in blood. He felt immensely proud, thinking, "I've just displayed so many divine marine techniques and miracles, defeating countless enemies. Surely my powerful and heroic presence has left a deep impression on the Demon Queen?" He didn't want his opponent to see how much he cared, so he subtly glanced at the Demon Queen out of the corner of his eye while turning during combat.

He saw that the Demon Queen wasn't looking at him at all. Instead, she was holding Zu'an's arm with a worried expression, her eyes filled with affection. His composure shattered instantly.

"Heavens, are you toying with me?!"

"Since ancient times, love has brought only endless regret, and this sorrow will never cease! It seems I'll never love again in this life." Chiwen looked utterly devastated, as if he had just lost his parents.

At that moment, Lion Clan reinforcements and the Golden Crow Guards, stationed by the Prince, ascended the wall. Each of them carried powerful crossbows enchanted with runes and fired volleys at the group below. Chiwen was lost in his sorrow and didn't notice for a moment. Just then, a delicate shout came from nearby: "Watch out!" Immediately, a mass of vines wove themselves into nets in the air, intercepting many of the crossbow bolts.

Only then did Chiwen realize he had been saved. He instinctively looked back and uttered, "Th-thanks?" Upon seeing Qiao Xueying's graceful and slender figure and her ethereal aura under the moonlight, Chiwen felt as if beautiful music was playing in his ears. "I'm dying, I'm dying," he murmured. "I realize I can love again!"

"Oh, beautiful Elf Princess, please allow me to introduce myself..." Chiwen said, flashing Qiao Xueying what he believed to be a handsome and perfect smile. Unfortunately, before he could finish his introduction, Qiao Xueying cut him off directly: "What are you talking about? Fight!"

Chiwen's smile froze on his face. *How could this Elf Princess be so ungentle?* But this just proved her straightforward personality; she wasn't one of those affected women. *I'm in love!*

Just then, more master reinforcements arrived from the direction of the palace, seemingly preparing to activate a powerful defensive formation. Yu Yanluo's eyes glowed, and her Medusa's Eye directly slowed the petrification process of those masters' skin. Chiwen's jaw nearly dropped as he watched, thinking, "All the women around Zu'an are fierce hags; I should keep my distance. But the little Elf Princess of the Elf Clan is delicate and gentle."

"Wait, didn't the little Elf Princess seem quite close to Zu'an earlier? Damn it, is there no justice? How is it that every beautiful woman is connected to that bastard?"

At that moment, Princess Solun took advantage of Medusa's Eye's power, leading the demon experts in an attack to dismantle the defensive points one by one. Her agile movements and graceful figure possessed a truly breathtaking beauty. Chiwen's eyes lit up as he watched. "Everyone says demonesses are quite something," he mused. "I've never tried one before. Hmm, this Demon Princess, in terms of both looks and figure, is a perfect match for me, this prince. I'm going to pursue her. This woman can't possibly be involved with that bastard too, can she?"

Meanwhile, Zu'an paid no attention to the constant stream of resentment from a certain little dragon in the background. He calmly looked at Lion King in the air and said, "I'm afraid if I make a move, you'll lose your life."

"What?" Lion King retorted. He was momentarily stunned, then burst into laughter, bending over backward so much he almost got wounded by Yan Xuehen's Snowflower Divine Sword. "Are you trying to make me die of laughter?"

On the other side, Lion Min, Lion Gong, and Lion Rong, who were engaged in fierce combat, also burst out laughing at the remark. "Is this guy out of his mind?" they thought. "It's one thing that he used schemes to defeat a few of us, but now he even dares to provoke our father, the King? Our father King is one of the strongest in the entire demon race! Isn't crushing him easier than crushing an ant?"

Zu'an wasted no words. He drew a bow, and then an arrow, like a phantom, materialized out of thin air in his hand.

Lion Min sneered, "He actually plans to wound someone with a sneak arrow. Unfortunately, he's not skilled enough to understand that these bows and arrows can't harm Grandmasters at all."

"Well said, Third Brother!" The two brothers beside him couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

Only Lion King in the sky frowned slightly. At first, he hadn't paid attention, but a sudden irritation welled up in his heart, and he couldn't explain why. *Surely I'm not afraid of that kid, am I? Impossible!* He wanted to laugh but couldn't. He suddenly remembered where he had seen that bow. *This damn thing isn't the Sun-Shooting...*

At that moment, a brilliant light shot towards him. He felt as if he saw a shooting star. It was the closest he had ever been to one, and it was his last.

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Lion King died filled with regret.

From the day he was born, he was surrounded by countless halos. He was recognized by all his people as the most outstanding genius in hundreds of years. An ancient prophecy circulated within the clan: a golden lion would lead the Lion Clan to glory they had never known. Everyone believed he was the one predicted in the prophecy.

Even as a young cub, he had already become the king of all children in the Lion Clan, unrivaled among his peers. Even some of his older brothers would be beaten black and blue by him. Every time he went to play in the wild, he would either fall off a cliff, be carried away by a giant bird, or be surrounded by fierce beasts. Yet, each time, he managed to turn misfortune into good fortune, gaining inheritances, divine martial arts manuals, and rare treasures from under cliffs, within bird nests, and inside the valleys of fierce beasts... Compared to his extraordinary encounters, later juniors who had their own fortunate accidents, such as Lion Ling, were simply insignificant.

As he grew a little older, his strength became even more formidable. Not to mention his peers, even among the older generation of masters in the clan, few were his match. To hone his combat experience through bloodshed and conflict, he voluntarily bid farewell to his father and began to wander the grasslands. He was not satisfied with ordinary sparring matches, knowing that opponents often held back their trump cards or didn't use their full strength. Such encounters offered him limited improvement.

So, he did nothing else but seize the wives of local strongmen every time he passed through a tribe. The greatest ways to make enemies in the world are avenging the murder of one's father and reclaiming a stolen wife. Only then would those strongmen be willing to fight him to the death, to determine both superiority and life or death. Of course, there was another reason he sought out strongmen: their women were often great beauties, and the experience was indeed quite good.

He wandered the grasslands for several years in this manner, striking fear into the hearts of all masters across the land. He could no longer find anyone worthy of a fight. So he returned to the Lion Clan's royal court and directly challenged his father. After a great battle, the Old Lion King died in combat, and Lion King emerged victorious, naturally becoming the new Lion King.

This was not surprising in the Lion Clan. The succession of new and old Lion Kings was often accompanied by bloody struggles. Only through such battles could it be ensured that each generation's Lion King was the strongest, capable of leading the entire tribe to prosperity. However, direct killings of the Old Lion King were rare; more often, the elder king would simply admit defeat and depart in dejection. Of course, the Lion Clan had no concept of patricide; such events had occurred more than once throughout history. So, while slightly unconventional, it was still acceptable to everyone.

Lion King then took over his father's harem. During that period, he never left the royal palace, staying inside for a full three months. He found those three months more exhausting than battling strongmen. But he was happily exhausted. Many of his father's concubines were truly exquisite, and the experience was quite enjoyable. The Lion Clan was accustomed to this practice; every Lion King operated this way. Women on the grasslands were valuable strategic resources, capable of constantly bearing offspring. In contrast, allowing former kings' concubines to remain solitary in deep palaces, as humans did, was considered a waste of resources.

Under Lion King's leadership, over several decades, he unified the various Lion Clan tribes across the grasslands. He steadily drove back their powerful enemy, the Hyena Clan, pushing their territory almost to its limits. His ambition no longer satisfied with merely the grasslands, his gaze turned towards the royal court. He wanted to secure greater advantages for the Lion Clan. Why should there only be three great royal clans—Peacock, Great Roc, and Elf—under the Demon Emperor? The Lion Clan was fully qualified to become the fourth great royal clan, or even to surpass the existing royal clans.

The Golden Crow Prince valued his powerful strength and immense ambition, so both sides quickly reached an agreement. He knew that after tonight, the entire power structure of the demon race would undergo a major reshuffle. The more chaotic the demon race became, the greater the opportunities for the Lion Clan. The Peacock Royal Clan, the Golden Roc Royal Clan, and the Elf Royal Clan had been dominant for too long; it was time for a change.

This was a glory the Lion Clan had never known, but he was not satisfied. "Who says the position of Demon Emperor must be held by the Golden Crow Clan? Can't I, Lion King, be the Demon Emperor?" However, the Old Demon Emperor's immense strength forced him to temporarily suppress his ambition.

When he learned from the Golden Crow Prince tonight that the Old Demon Emperor was dead, he couldn't help but be ecstatic. "Heaven truly helps me!" he thought. "No wonder I had so many fortuitous encounters since childhood; I am truly the Child of Destiny! The Old Demon Emperor died unexpectedly in the secret realm and didn't have time to pass on his power to the Golden Crow Prince. Did that brash kid really think I would obey him? First, I'll cooperate with him to eliminate other powerful enemies. When I wield absolute power over the court, that will be the moment I become the new Demon Emperor! All these plans were so perfect; why did an accident happen? Where did this monster Zu'an come from? Who the hell said he was just a novice Grandmaster? What utter nonsense! I hate it so much!"

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"Can I have another chance?" Unfortunately, his consciousness soon plunged completely into endless darkness.

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Seeing the blood-stained, blurry figure falling from the sky, the scene instantly fell into profound silence. Many people even rubbed their eyes in confusion, thinking they had seen things incorrectly. Some thought Lion King was only injured until, with a loud thud, the figure hit the ground and shattered into pieces. Only then did everyone truly grasp what had happened.