Chapter 454 - Is Three Hundred Years That Long?
Chapter 454: Is Three Hundred Years That Long?
Furious, the golden ape roared intimidatingly, but could not help shuddering when it made out Jiang He and Wang Hou’s faces, stammering, “Jiang… Jiang He? Wang Hou?”
Even though it had lived as a Daemon King for centuries and had never left Skull Island, it had countless daemons and Ferals under its command, and had naturally constructed an intelligence organization of its own.
Though intel on the Hua Nation was becoming harder to obtain over the last two months, the ape king was aware of Jiang He and Wang Hou.
He had no idea that Jiang He alone had routed the legion of the Hundred Races Alliance and had slain droves of Golden Immortals, True Immortals, and Heavenly Immortals in outer space. Even so, he knew that he had wiped out the Penglai Sect and the Green Hill Foxes, single-handedly oppressing the immortal sects, demonic sects, and daemonic cultivators across the Hua Nation.
That alone put fear in the ape.
As such, despite its initial baring of hostility, the ape king promptly withdrew its aura and fawning actually showed on its ugly face.
Jiang He was a little disappointed after a look at the ape king and sighed. “What a shame. That ape is such a coward… and here I was trying to make an excuse to kill it off, and now I can’t do anything when it’s acting like that.”
Beside him, Wang Hou could not help laughing and said, “It’s just a Mahayana-tier ape king, and it would only possess the bloodline of ancient divine beasts at best. In terms of actual combat ability, it is a class below an average Heavenly Immortal, and isn’t killing it a matter of intention?”
“That won’t do.”
Jiang He shook his head and said seriously, “I, Jiang He, am a man of reason… Although I have killed thousands or even dozens of thousand people on average per day since I started cultivating, I’ve always had my reasons. Why would I kill that ape king for no reason?”
The ape king was trembling.
Killing thousands each day in less than a year?
Was he bragging?
Doesn’t that mean you had killed dozens of million people in a year?
In fact, Jiang He was not boasting and he had actually missed out a lot in his math. Ever since he assumed the path of cultivation, he had killed hundreds of Sky Demon Cultists and millions of Sky Demons, let alone Ferals…
And in the battle at the Black Demon Star, he had killed several dozen millions of Alliance legionnaires, not including the native citizens on the planet.
Since the planet was a giant living planet that was more than a hundred thousand kilometers in diameter, its mass was almost twenty times that of Earth. As such, even if it was loosely populated compared to Earth with its poor living conditions, the population still amounted up to ten billion.
With that included, it would mean Jiang He had killed more than a few hundred thousand per day.
Moreover, he did not even count in the humans and daemons he killed here and there either.
Hence, despite his leisurely tone, the ape king was scared witless. It opened its mouth and tried to speak, but was unsure of what to say.
That was when Jiang He’s eyes lit up.
He promptly turned to look at the trembling golden ape and smiled, “Right, I heard that this fella incited several Feral Swarms and wiped out some of the smaller western countries and even stronger ones, destroying several base cities and killing almost three hundred million people.”
Plop!
The golden ape dropped to its knees immediately.
It said with a trembling voice, “Mercy, Lord Jiang He, I’ve never hurt a single Hua Nation citizen… I’ve even restrained the Ferals of Skull Island so they would not do so either.”
“The only reason I unleashed Feral Swarms upon various western nations is for revenge.”
Large beads of sweat began to stream down the ape’s ugly face.
Jiang He laughed out loud. “No worries, I…”
Before he could finish, however, the six western elites who were subjugated by the array of Skull Island bellowed in rage.
The blonde lady shouted, “Kill it! That devil is a plague to all and had killed countless humans! Kill it right now, Jiang He!”
She knew Chinese and clearly knew Jiang He too.
Jiang He turned to look at the blonde lady and flatly said, “Are you telling me what to do?”
The blonde lady gritted her teeth and murmured, “Jiang He…”
Pow!
Jiang He killed her with a single slap, sneering as he said, “A measly sacred mage like you calling my name directly? You really have a death wish!”
After his nonchalant murder, he turned towards the other five elites and asked, “What is with that pantheon and gods of the west you spoke of? I’ve never heard of the west having elites fighting at the celestial battlefield.”
All five western elites were stunned.
They knew about Jiang He, and that he did not hold back or discriminate in killing since his rise.
Still, knowing was one thing, but the shock of witnessing such a sight first hand was not the same.
Killing at a single word…
“Damn it!”
One of the sacred warriors roared a bunch of mumbo-jumbo in English, the general gist being that they were all humans, and yet Jiang He would rather kill Kalisa and not the daemon king, and a wretch like him would go to hell.
Pow!
Another slap from Jiang He and he was dead.
With that done, he turned towards Wang Hou and asked, “Was he cursing at me, Minister Wang?”
Taken aback, Wang He replied in surprise, “You killed him without knowing what he said?”
Still, he added rather embarrassedly, “I did learn English and scored quite high in my year, but that only applies to exam papers. Actual speech would be a little difficult…”
Jiang He was speechless.
Who could not ace exams anyway?
Most importantly, he had not met any foreigners in either his previous life of his current life, and had long since forgotten what little simple English dialogue he had learned before.
In fact, learning a foreign language was easy for people of their cultivation, and two or three hours was all it takes for mastery… but would it not be better to spend that time to sleep or cultivate?
That said, he could have found out that warrior’s intended meaning through studying his brain waves… but Jiang He could not be bothered.
On the other hand, the golden ape promptly seized the chance and said, “Lord Jiang He, Minister Wang, I know English… he was definitely cursing at you, calling you a wretch and telling you to go to hell.”
Jiang He was speechless.
That golden ape who spoke better Chinese than Hua Nation citizens actually knew English too?
Raising his hand and slapping dead another sacred warrior, the remaining three elites were trembling, and in his despair, one of the sacred warriors exclaiming in awkward Chinese, “I’ll talk! I’ll talk… stop killing us!”
The black-robed sacred mage started talking too.
It turns out that western cultivators were not weak over two thousand years ago.
They had built a pantheon as detailed in divine myths, the strongest being the supreme Zeus, followed by greater gods, intermediate gods, and lesser gods.
Then, when Earth’s Dragon Vein was cut off and Spirit Qi slowly dried up, the gods carried the pantheon with them and left Earth.
“Why had nobody heard about that before?”
Wang Hou frowned, slightly puzzled, while Jiang He said, “Maybe the Ten Thousand Swords Daoist found it not worth mentioning because the western gods are too weak. If my hunch is right, that supreme Zeus must be a Grand Luo who mastered a single Dao, but even that is a bottom-feeder among the superior beings. With countless Grand Luo and demi-Saints in the East, who cares about the western gods?”
As he waved his hand impatiently, the three elites promptly got the hint and fled away from Skull Island.
Jiang He then turned towards the golden ape with a smile and said, “Little ape, is Skull Island a grotto-heaven?”
The golden ape’s face dropped.
Nonetheless, it eventually admitted it through clenched teeth with a nod after considering Jiang He’s power. “This was indeed a grotto-heaven left by a daemon. It shattered three hundred years ago and floated above the ocean’s surface, while I was blessed with providence to gain sentience and started cultivating.”
“Oh?”
Jiang He asked, “You had full control over a superior being’s grotto-heaven and cultivated for three-hundred years, but you’re still a Mahayana?”
The ape was being… belittled.
But was three hundred years that long?
Becoming Mahayana within such a short period of time is already incredible, please!
Lowering its head, it said, “I was merely a normal ape, which was why my cultivation progress was slow, and was unable to enter the heart of the grotto-heaven. I had only manage to reach it after making a breakthrough nine years age, gaining that daemon’s legacy to improve my bloodline, hence gaining my current cultivation after several more years tough work.”