Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao-Chapter 427 204: Making a Move

Liu Qingyun furrowed his brows, the power of the Holy Elephant appeared to have exceeded his expectations. Even after so many years of death, the residual strength was still so formidable.

Xiao Qi and the two little ones also sensed that something was amiss and furrowed their brows in unison.

"Senior brother, there seems to be something very strange here. It doesn't feel bad, but I don't like it either," the little ones couldn't explain the reason.

"I feel the same, I always want to roar out loud," Xiao Qi also felt uncomfortable.

"This world is likely the transformation of the Holy Elephant's corpse, hence it naturally carries the force of the Holy Elephant. All of you have powerful bloodlines, which is why you can sense it."

"Can a corpse evolve into a world?" Xiao Qi was also amazed, wondering how powerful one had to be to achieve this.

"A whale falls and myriad creatures spring forth. The fall of a powerful being often gives rise to endless life—there's nothing strange about this." Liu Qingyun was imparting some knowledge of the Three Realms to his junior brothers.

Soul had already spread out, sensing the surroundings and assessing his situation, reminding himself of his master's advice that one must never be careless. A moment of negligence often brought disaster, and for many years, Liu Qingyun always implemented this philosophy.

He soon sensed that something was different; the space seemed to be changing, and immediately after, it felt like many presences had scattered throughout the space.

"Could there be other passages to tombs elsewhere? That shouldn't be the case. This place is the Holy Elephant's resting ground, how could it leave so many doors?" Liu Qingyun muttered to himself.

Meanwhile, Xiao Qi had already started wandering around the small world with the two junior brothers. The flora and fauna here were completely different from the outside world. Perhaps due to the Holy Elephant, the plants here carried a divine attribute, with many exuding a lush glow, looking quite beautiful.

"The rabbits here glow too!" The Kui brothers discovered a startled wild rabbit, which had a faint white glow in its fur, looking like a running light bulb.

The brothers showed no mercy, chasing after the glowing rabbit; just at that moment, several Little Demons appeared before them. They were wearing clothes that seemed to have been stripped from someone, tattered and stained with blood, and were carrying various types of weapons, looking very disorderly.

"Haha, humans!" The Little Demons saw the running tykes and shouted with delight.

"They're children, that's just perfect. It's been so long since I've eaten children's flesh, I almost forgot their taste." A Demon licked his lips, seemingly recalling the flavor, and immediately began to drool copiously. Their eyes burned with desire, staring at the Kui brothers as if they had spotted some exquisite delicacy.

The two little ones also noticed these uninvited guests, but there was not a trace of fear in their hearts. They were, after all, the sons of the Demon King, having grown up amongst demons since childhood. They had seen at least eight thousand if not ten thousand such creatures before. Although these fellows were somewhat uglier compared to the subordinates of their father, they could not stir even the slightest ripple in their hearts.

"Boss, something seems a bit off about these two kids," one of the Demons observed the little ones' eyes, filled with scrutiny and curiosity, but devoid of fear. They had eaten many children before, but had never seen such a gaze.

"I don't care what's off about him, once it's in my mouth, it's all the same taste," said the leader, a demon with a jackal's head, holding a somewhat damaged Wolf Fang Club in his hand, slowly approaching the two little ones.

"One blow with this club and their heads will burst open." He muttered as he reached the little ones, a sinister smile spreading across his lips, "Running into us is your bad luck."

No sooner had he spoken than he raised the Wolf Fang Club towards the heads of the two children. However, the sound he associated with a smashed watermelon did not occur. Lowering his head, he saw that his pride, the massive Wolf Fang Club, was gently stopped by a child using just one finger.

"You smell awful, nothing like the demons at my place," said Kui Ping, wrinkling his little eyebrows.

That comment seemed to stun the demon. The idea of a child keeping demons at home was something that he had never heard of before.

While he was still somewhat surprised, an immense force surged from his hand, involuntarily sending his body flying into the air and crashing heavily onto the ground with a thunderous noise.

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The demon scrambled up from the ground, disbelievingly staring at the two small children; it was hard for him to imagine such great strength within their tiny bodies.

The innocent voices of the two little ones reached his ears, "Teacher said, if we meet people with bad intentions, we should just kill them to avoid endless trouble."

No sooner had the voice faded than two figures turned into shadows, flickering in and out of sight and quickly closing in on the demon. Two little pale fists struck his body with the speed of lightning.

The previously menacing demon instantly felt as if a wild buffalo had rammed into him. His body involuntarily flew into the air as his consciousness gradually faded, leaving one thought echoing in his mind: "Who exactly are these people?"

The other demons hadn't realized what was happening when they saw their boss lying on the ground, breathless. Seeing the two little ones in front of them, they shouted, "Brothers, attack, avenge the boss!"

All the demons swarmed forward, but the two brothers were not phased at all. This motley crew had no coordination among them, and to the two children, they were nothing more than pushovers.

Accustomed to watching the little demons and monkeys at Huaguo Mountain, with whom their father practiced, these demons seemed utterly inconsequential, only a bit stronger than street thugs since they wielded weapons.

Their movements were as fast as lightning, darting and weaving effortlessly among the demons, making a fool out of them. Their fists were even harder than Vajra Stone; any demon that touched them was either dead or crippled.

In no time at all, all the demons lay on the ground, exhaling without inhaling. Still, the two little ones felt unsatisfied, their eagerness for battle barely aroused before they ran out of opponents. They couldn't help but address the prone corpses with a reproachful, "Useless."

"These were just some insignificant little demons, clearly untrained. Defeating such foes is nothing to be proud of," said Liu Qingyun, speaking from behind the two children.