This Is Not the Female Demon Lord I Remembered

According to intelligence, the girl with six tails behind her appears to be closely related to Liang Yi and Su Youyi. Just let Mi Sui take her by surprise, Liang Yi will surely give up killing him to go back and assist her.

Others may not know Cen Zian's true strength, but he knew that with the geoplacer left by Zuo Yongning, Si Feihang was not worried about Cen Zian being killed by Su Youyi.

That mysterious Wei Ruo, being so young yet so powerful, is probably also a disciple of some old fellow, and should be a prodigy sent to gain experience on the battlefield like Cen Zian, no problem in holding off that young master of the Demon Clan.

In that case, there would only be the two heavily injured Zen cultivators from the sneak attack, and a demon girl from the Sixth Realm left.

Liang Yi's face was as gloomy as water, and he too sensed the changes outside. The two Zen cultivators were unable to fight after being hit by a sudden sneak attack and were completely unable to protect Yue Bai.

His junior sister is currently entangled in battle with that mysterious ghost creature and cannot extricate herself for the moment.

Although Grandpa Orange can easily crush Mi Sui, there is also an even stronger female cultivator from the Abyss!

Once that woman makes a move, Yue Bai's situation will become extremely dangerous.

Thinking of this, Liang Yi couldn't help feeling anxious. Yuan Zhou in his hand became even sharper, wanting to finish off Si Feihang as quickly as possible to support his junior sister and Yue Bai.

But Si Feihang was very cunning. He had numerous treasures at his disposal and didn't attack, just gritted his teeth and defended, waiting for the situation to change.

Mi Sui had a very clear self-awareness, knowing he was no match for Grandpa Orange, he thought of avoiding conflict.

But Grandpa Orange's claws suddenly exerted a powerful suction force, pulling the already moving Mi Sui back and pinning him firmly in place.

"This Grandpa's big slap, you have to eat it even if you don't want to, meow!"

Grandpa Orange, with his gaping mouth, gave a smile and clapped his paw onto Mi Sui's shiny forehead, producing a dull thud.

Mi Sui felt as if a mountain had smashed onto his head, his mind buzzing, even a humming noise echoed in his ears.

Although his vision blackened in waves, Mi Sui managed to steady himself. Spiritual Power flowed within his body, and the Law of Unmoved Like a Mountain emerged around him.

Enduring the intense pain in his mind, Mi Sui chanted a Buddha's name. A closed-eyed Buddha emerged from within his body, growing rapidly with the wind, and in the blink of an eye, becoming dozens of meters tall, enveloping Mi Sui entirely.

The Buddha's body emanated a strange metallic luster, its presence heavy and stoic. Standing on the ground, it exuded endless strength from below.

However, the Buddha's face, which should be serene, was now twisted in a ferocious and evil expression. Even with its eyes closed, Grandpa Orange still felt a gaze upon him.

A cryptic murmuring chanting filled the air, buzzing incessantly in his mind, attempting to erode his Divine Soul.

"You really dare to think and act, meow."

This act made Grandpa Orange laugh in amusement, his whiskers trembled.

Even the Abyss itself didn't dare to erode him, only gradually eroding the world by capturing the World Origin; how dared this baldy do so?

Grandpa Orange ignored the persistent whisper in his mind, his paw, heavy and powerful, kept smashing down onto Mi Sui's head with the force of a collapsing sky.

I must say, this baldy's head feels pretty good to smash! As a reward, I'll smash a few more times.

Mi Sui saw that Grandpa Orange's expression was unchanged and knew this move was useless. He had no choice but to confront Grandpa Orange head-on.

With a punch, the accompanying Evil Buddha followed, fists stacking, a thunderous roar!

Fist collided with claw. The result was that Mi Sui, a Body Cultivator, suddenly turned pale, retracting his hand with a pain-filled scream. The Evil Buddha's right hand and arm shattered inch by inch, leaving only the left arm.

While the Evil Buddha's apparition bore the brunt of the force, Mi Sui's body itself didn't get off easy either; his right hand twisted at an odd angle, the five fingers splayed as though they each had a mind of their own.

If not for the support of his left hand below, Mi Sui's right hand wouldn't even lift.

"How can this be!?"

Mi Sui's face twisted, staring at Grandpa Orange in disbelief. As a pure Zen Body Cultivator focused on physical strength and defense, how could he be the one losing?

Despite the punch turning Mi Sui's right hand into a bloody blur, the healing ability of a Body Cultivator was terrifyingly strong, especially with the additional focus on recovery and defense typical of the Zen sect.

In just a few breaths, apart from being slightly red, Mi Sui's right hand showed no signs of damage.

Next, leveraging his formidable recovery ability and after secretly communicating with Wei Ruo, Mi Sui began to fight Grandpa Orange in a manner that traded blow for blow.

Si Feihang had planned for Wei Ruo to entangle the Demon Clan Young Master so he could deal with the Grand Saint of Nine Spirits' land.

However, now that the Demon Clan Young Master had set his sight on him and wouldn't let go, it was only reasonable to switch the plan and have the stronger Wei Ruo capture that fox clan girl.

Sensing Mi Sui's intention, Grandpa Orange glanced at the girl who was watching the fight as if it were a spectator sport.

His claws rained down like a torrential pour, at a speed almost invisible to the naked eye, trying to swiftly smash Mi Sui's head to bits.

That brat sure knows how to play dirty!

But even with the exquisite Buddhist methods of the Zen sect and being one of the brightest Zen disciples, even against an unorthodox opponent like Grandpa Orange, Mi Sui managed to defend flawlessly in a short time.

After all, as a Body Cultivator with unrivaled resilience, even if his face swelled to resemble like a pig's from the beating, with his Evil Buddha illusory shadow breaking like shattered glass, Mi Sui still stubbornly clung to Grandpa Orange, preventing him from aiding elsewhere.

Grandpa Orange of the Seventh Realm, clawing and pouncing, devoured and absorbed the Laws concentrated in his fists and feet, hitting Mi Sui.

Mi Sui doubted his own strength as even punches to vital areas like the eyes or throat caused no injury; perhaps he wasn't fueled by enough food?

If Grandpa Orange knew what Mi Sui was thinking, he'd surely chuckle.

Although he was part of the physically powerful Demon Clan, to fight a Seventh Realm Body Cultivator for so long and emerge uninjured was mainly due to the two Laws intertwined in his attacks.

The Laws of Devouring and Assimilation!

Now, Grandpa Orange used these not just for digesting food; in battle, he could even devour and assimilate the opponent's Constitution, strength, healing abilities, and even the power brought about by their attacks, turning it all to his own advantage.

And this devouring had no limits, no end to its duration.

As long as Grandpa Orange lived, this process of devouring would continue indefinitely in combat until he fully consumed everything from his opponent!

Because of Divine Soul's exceptional nature, even if there were limits, they would be astronomically high.

At the very least, even if a Ninth Realm fighter were to be devoured, Grandpa Orange would welcome it with open arms, provided he wasn't wiped out in one move.

Currently, unbeknownst to Mi Sui, Grandpa Orange was sustaining himself in the fight with the Constitution, strength, and healing powers devoured from him, which was why Mi Sui felt entirely inadequate since everything was being absorbed.

Wei Ruo, watching from the sidelines, managed to catch on to what was happening, but she wasn't about to kindly tip off Mi Sui. And that secret message from Mi Sui earlier?

What secret message?

They weren't allies, and she never told Si Feihang she came to help him.

In battle, Grandpa Orange abandoned his previous cute disposition, his muscles bulging frightfully, and his movements bore the inherent brutality and ruthlessness of a Demon Clan member.

Under Grandpa Orange's relentless assault, like a violent storm, Mi Sui's head shut down completely.

Because he needed to draw vitality and strength from the endless thick earth, his feet couldn't leave where he stood.

This meant he could only look like an idiot, wobbling about like a Weeble, as Grandpa Orange used him as a tough, durable human punching bag, relentlessly unleashing a barrage of hits that almost sounded like it needed a "Ora ora ora ora!" soundtrack.

Mi Sui thought he could hold off the Demon Clan Young Master temporarily, but he overestimated himself and underestimated the Young Master, not realizing the fatal truth that his supposed ally was actually a traitor.