Chapter 1311: Primitive Challenge

Looking at the centipede prostrating respectfully and "dead drunk" before him, Chen Ling's eyes, which had been a bit blurred, quickly returned to calmness, and a sharp murderous intent rose.

Chen Ling could see it now. This centipede had been absent-minded since the welcome banquet started. It was mostly waiting for this moment, waiting for everyone to be dead drunk, and then pretending to challenge him under the influence of alcohol... just like those poisonous insects below that started killing each other after getting drunk. However, it was still afraid of his majesty as the King.

It could only be said that it did have some guts, but not much.

As for the other poison heads seeing the centipede wanting to challenge him, their reactions were all very subtle.

The gecko lay dully at the bottom of the pool, as if it hadn't heard at all; the poisonous snake floated on the surface of the pool motionless, looking like it had completely drunk itself silly; the scorpion kept shaking its head left and right, as if it were very shocked... As for the toad, it was stunned for a moment, then jumped out of the pool in a rage!

Thump——!!

A dull roar echoed under the abyss, and the toad's massive body blocked Chen Ling directly, glaring at the centipede in front of it.

"Croak——croak——croak!!!"

The surging air waves swept around, and Chen Ling could understand what it meant.

【The Great King just returned from outside and is at his most tired, and it's still the welcome banquet!】

【You actually challenge the Great King at the banquet welcoming the Great King??】

【If you want to challenge the Great King, defeat me first!】

The centipede didn't seem to expect the toad to jump out and stop it at this time, but facing the toad releasing an eighth-rank aura, the centipede naturally wouldn't show weakness. It was afraid of Chen Ling, but not of any poison head of the same rank. Similarly, a powerful eighth-rank aura swept out, and two terrifying auras stirred under the abyss!

Chen Ling sat quietly on the throne, watching these two giant shadows confronting each other, with no expression on his face.

He could feel that the toad really had murderous intent. If it were just acting, Chen Ling didn't think a calamity could act to this extent...

He wanted to see what the centipede would choose next. Would it fight to the death to defeat the toad first and then come to challenge him? Or would it stop acting and bypass the toad to kill him? Or would it just chicken out?

Facing the toad's obstruction, the centipede was also at a loss. Just as it was struggling with whether to solve the toad first, the scorpion nearby hurriedly jumped out.

【Although the primitive challenge is a tradition of the Ghost Mockery Abyss, now is the Great King's welcome banquet. No matter what, you can't attack the Great King at this time, right?】

The scorpion was accusing the centipede.

But Chen Ling tasted a different flavor from it.

Under the joint pressure of the two poison heads, the centipede couldn't hold on either. It just stared fixedly at Chen Ling on the throne, standing there stubbornly... It was waiting for Chen Ling's response.

Just as the scorpion said, the primitive challenge was a tradition of the Ghost Mockery Abyss, and this "challenge" didn't just refer to the mutual killing of the poisonous insects below, but was the only way for the calamities of the Ghost Mockery Abyss to improve their status.

In these long years, it was impossible that there were only these five poison heads. There would always be some talented calamities climbing to the eighth rank. But as early as when the Mockery Calamity established the Ghost Mockery Abyss, he set the rules: the Ghost Mockery Abyss could only have one King and five poison heads. If a new calamity climbed to the eighth rank, it must choose one of the five poison heads to conduct a primitive challenge.

Both sides would not use any additional abilities, only the purest physical combat to decide a winner. The winner could keep or usurp the status of poison head, while the loser, in most cases, couldn't walk off the ring alive...

The current five poison heads were all killed out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. They had killed the former poison heads and those calamities who wanted to replace them as poison heads. So in the past hundred years, no calamity who tried to challenge their status had ever left alive.

But even as strong as the five poison heads were, none of them dared to challenge the King of the Ghost Mockery Abyss.

The centipede was the first in hundreds of years.

Because it was only physical combat, the rank didn't play a decisive role in this process. Moreover, the centipede had already observed that Chen Ling still had a reaction during the process of drinking the Five-Poison Wine, which meant that the Chen Ling in front of him was indeed not the Mockery Calamity in his prime state. It was not without a chance of winning!

Most importantly, judging from the attitude of the "Chen Ling" personality toward Wu Yi, this personality of the Great King was not ruthless. So even if it failed the challenge, it might not necessarily die... Perhaps the Great King would spare its life for the sake of no one replacing its position as poison head?

In fact, among the five poison heads, it wasn't just the centipede that saw that the Great King was not in his prime state. But the psychological shadow cast by the former Mockery Calamity was simply too great. Even if they were given ten more guts, they wouldn't dare to risk challenging Chen Ling.

The centipede was forced, but it was also brave... or rather, reckless.

The bright red opera robe slowly stood up from the throne.

"Hehe..."

"You, want to challenge me?"

The oppressive feeling of a world-ending calamity flowed out from Chen Ling's scarlet eyes. The suppression from the superior impacted the centipede's sanity, making it even harder to cope with, as it was already under the joint pressure of the two poison heads.

The centipede's body trembled visibly, but it didn't retreat, instead staring fixedly at Chen Ling.

Chen Ling said indifferently,

"You have the guts, this King appreciates it... But today, this King is happy and doesn't want to get blood on his hands."

"Seven days later, come here..."

"This King will give you a chance to challenge."

After speaking, Chen Ling glanced at the toad and scorpion nearby and turned to walk toward the palace.

Seeing this, the toad roared at the centipede even more angrily, as if accusing the centipede of ruining the welcome banquet it had carefully prepared for the Great King, making the Great King in a bad mood and leaving early... Under the pressure of its momentum, the centipede didn't choose to respond strongly, but chose to retreat after a brief struggle.

In any case, the Great King still accepted its primitive challenge in public. Seven days was just a snap of the fingers for the calamities of the Ghost Mockery Abyss. It must preserve its strength and not suffer any damage before the challenge started. After all, once a primitive challenge was launched, it wouldn't care if you were in your prime state. The strong must fight to the end even under the worst conditions.

Seeing Chen Ling and the centipede leave separately, a flash of light crossed the scorpion's eyes, and then it slowly crawled back to its wine pool to savor it carefully.

After leaving the banquet, Chen Ling sat on Wu Yi's back and returned directly to the palace.

Chen Ling accepted the centipede's challenge not because he was really sure of winning, but because he had to... The King of the Ghost Mockery Abyss couldn't refuse a subordinate's challenge. He would only enjoy the pleasure of slaughtering subordinates and the excitement of playing with enemies.

If he had really refused just now, it would have been showing weakness in front of the entire Ghost Mockery Abyss, and the situation would only get worse.

To eliminate hidden dangers in the Ghost Mockery Abyss, he must truly become the "Mockery Calamity"!

But Chen Ling also knew very well that with his current state, it was impossible to defeat an eighth-rank poison head in physical combat. Seven days was the final deadline he left for himself...

Within seven days, he must complete the next "Slaying of the Evil"!