"Hey, you hunter, you're not allowed to enter the mountain here. There's no game you're looking for in these hills."

When Wang Wu was carrying his bow and arrow, holding a spear, and climbing up the small hill on the side of Snow Wolf Valley just like a typical hunter, he heard a rough voice from under a big tree.

Hey, it's Little Wild Boar—no, it's now Uncle Pig, Old Pig.

This old fella, at this moment with an eight-month pregnant belly, turned into a rough, clumsy man, lying down in the shade of a tree, with a roast chicken in his left hand and spirits in his right. If his hair wasn't half gray, one might think he was a heroic figure who sees through worldly affairs.

"Brother, don't joke around. I come here often. Don't tell me there are bandits or a mountain king now?" Wang Wu deliberately teased him.

"Pah! You wretch, so much nonsense. Beat it! Didn't you see I'm a demon? Keep talking and I'll bite off your head as a snack!" Old Pig was very irritable.

"Yikes! You big blockhead, you start panting when called fat! Let me tell you straight, my nickname is Xiaowusong, look at this fist—it once killed a tiger!"

"And look at this leg, nicknamed the Tornado Invincible Tyrant Leg—ten or so robbers, I can beat them to a pulp!"

"You, a wandering vagrant from who knows where, want to be the mountain king in our forest? Well, ask if my fist agrees!"

Wang Wu struck a pose, tossing aside the bow, arrow, and spear, looking the part.

"Hey, crud, where did this human bean come from? Fourth brother's territory still has such fearless hunters?"

Old Pig grumbled, eyes suddenly fierce, demon qi swirling thickly around him like billowing black smoke. He was a Fifth-Grade Great Demon after all.

But in the next moment, he withdrew his demon qi, the fierceness in his eyes fading, and plopped down onto the ground.

"Darn it, you brat, you're lucky today. Now you're the boss, you're the mountain king, happy now!"

"That's more like it, cowardly brat from nowhere, you want to flag gorgeously with a monkey's tail—massive show off!"

Wang Wu shouted like this, took a few steps forward, grabbed the jar of spirits, and chugged heartily, while Old Pig continued his act.

"Great spirits! There's nothing this good at the foot of the mountain. Hey, cowardly brat, where'd you get it from? I'll pay you; help me buy more!"

"Get lost!" Old Pig rolled over, being a demon like this, he sure reached a limit.

"Why shout? If you won't get it for me, I'll go myself. Wow, haven't been here for a few days, and the mountain's really changed. Huh, there's a beautiful girl crying—don't worry, I'm coming to save you!"

Wang Wu called out playfully, and then his collar was abruptly tugged by Old Pig.

"If you don't want to die, scram. Understand human language? Nod if yes, shake head if no."

Wang Wu decisively shook his head, then yelled loudly, flailing his limbs.

"Help! A demon's gonna eat me! Help, my mother is eighty, my wife is eighteen, someone save me!"

"Shut up!"

Old Pig finally sparked a bit of temper, swatted at him. Wang Wu forcefully dodged, rolled to the side, transformed into a ball like a giant stone, and crashed into Old Pig, flipping him over.

Without waiting for him to recover, Wang Wu immediately pounced, swinging back and forth, delivering nine slaps.

Cursing while hitting!

"Cowardly brat! Cowardly brat! A cowardly, rotten brat! You dare call yourself a demon? You dare call yourself a mountain king!"

"Ahhh!" Old Pig screamed, eyes fierce and demon qi suddenly surging explosively, transforming into a more than thirty-meter-tall wild boar, flipping Wang Wu over.

However, Wang Wu also yowled, transforming into Brother Five Claws, despite being miniature-sized, and clashed head-on with Old Pig's wild boar form.

Going back-and-forth: You charge as a boar, I tumble wildly; your tusks are sharp, and my claws are not dull.

In a moment, dust swirled, demon qi skyrocketed, and the plants and trees in the mountain suffered. Over there, Yuan Bupu, Old Niu, Xiong Shiliu, and Wolf Bu'er, who was crying in front of General Xuelang's petrified body, as well as Niu Xiaocao, were all startled and ran over, staring dumbfounded.

After half an hour, Old Pig was panting heavily, and Wang Wu pretended to be exhausted from the fight.

"You have strength in numbers; wait and see, this isn't over!"

After saying this, he turned and ran.

Yet in the next second, a gust of black wind swept by, directly blocking him—it was Yuan Bupu.

"Friend, speak clearly. Since we brothers arrived here, we've never left this valley, nor stirred up trouble. Why do you provoke us so much today, and even try to defame us—what's your purpose!"

Ah, now this is the right attitude.

Wang Wu winked a few times, making sure they couldn't see his true self, then continued acting impromptu.

"Don't come at me with that. You old geezer, my King Xiong Wu has already followed Right Demon Emperor, going to attack Wushui City. Before leaving, he ordered my brother to manage the mountain and forest territory. Now I'm just following my brother's orders to inspect, yet you provoke us without reason. So, is it my king you despise or my brother!"

Hearing this, Yuan Bupu was stunned, turning back subconsciously to glance at Xiong Shiliu. This wasn't because he lacked decisiveness, but he worried Xiong Shiliu was up to something again. With this former close friend, he was never at ease.

After all, Xiong Shiliu is now a Third-Grade Great Demon, pretending to be Xiong Wu, and Lu Wuchen's disciples never treated him strictly on these matters.

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