Primordial Era: I am the Bull Demon King, the First Demon of All Time

Chapter 96 The ferocious beast takes human form, clearly the King of Zombies!

A loud sound rang out in the void, and then the beast's massive body plummeted to the ground.

With Chen Jing's punch, this void became somewhat chaotic.

One after another, Dao principles, existing outside the order of Heaven, filled with a violent aura, appeared in this void.

The power of spatial principles.

Seeing the terrifying and rampant energy, Chen Jing dared not be careless in the slightest. He could withstand the power of the spatial laws for a while now, but he would not be able to withstand it for long.

Following the direction the ferocious beast fell, Chen Jing rushed out directly.

During this process, the spatial paths were like sharp blades, heading towards his body.

Even with the protection of celestial light and the manifestation of power principles, his body was still under immense pressure.

Fortunately, it was only a very short time before Chen Jing escaped that space and rushed towards the falling beast.

"Go ahead and try to run away again!"

The monstrous creature in Chen Jing's hand reappeared, carrying a violent aura, and he slammed it down towards the ferocious beast.

Instinctively, the regrown claws went to block the falling iron rod.

Same scene, same ending.

The claws that had grown back were once again torn to pieces by Chen Jing.

boom.

bang bang.

Chen Jing held nothing back, using the power of his physical body to strike the ferocious beast again and again.

"stop!

Kid, just say what you want.

The ferocious beast howled.

Seeing the ferocious beast lying on the ground, its flesh mangled and bloody, Chen Jing finally stopped his relentless attack.

Looking at the ferocious beast in front of him, Chen Jing realized that although it looked big, it was actually a complete coward.

However, he soon realized that this was probably the reason he had survived until now.

In Chen Jing's view, although this ferocious beast possessed the strength of a quasi-saint, apart from having a strong physical body and a fast recovery ability, it really didn't have any powerful abilities.

"Submit to me, or die."

Chen Jing directly presented a multiple-choice question.

Upon hearing this, a small flame ignited in the beast's heart.

He had lived for millions of years and reached this point, yet someone actually wanted him to submit. How could he tolerate this? If it weren't for his lack of strength, which prevented him from defeating the Taoist in front of him, he would have liked to pin this arrogant fellow—no, arrogant beast—to the ground and give him a good beating.

He didn't want to choose any of the options Chen Jing presented him with.

However, upon seeing Chen Jing's cold and sharp gaze, he shuddered. He believed that if he refused, the Taoist would kill him on the spot. But deep down, he truly resented the feeling of handing over his life to someone else.

"Kid, don't go too far."

The ferocious beast turned its head and stared at Chen Jing, speaking fiercely.

"If you want to die, I don't mind granting your wish."

Upon hearing the beast's words, Chen Jing's expression darkened, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he raised the iron rod in his hand once more.

Sensing the violent energy emanating from the dark staff, the ferocious beast cowered once more.

The little bit of energy that had just risen from its massive body wilted away once again.

Even ants try to survive, let alone someone who has come this far; how could he possibly give up his life so easily?

He had no doubt that if that long stick were to fall on him, he would be absolutely dead—as dead as could be.

This is the primordial world, a world where the law of the jungle prevails.

If you have the biggest fist, you're the boss; if you have the smallest fist, you'd better behave yourself, otherwise, all that awaits you is your demise.

Without sufficient strength, it is impossible to control one's own destiny.

Chen Jing had already come to a deep understanding of this.

Di Jun is already very strong, but he can't even protect his own children.

Even though he was already the Heavenly Emperor of the Demon Clan and the ruler of the Heavenly Court, in the eyes of several sages, in the eyes of the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun, he was still just a puppet.

Without attaining enlightenment and transcending worldly concerns, how can one control their own destiny?

Therefore, even though he now possesses the strength of a quasi-saint, Chen Jing is not satisfied in the slightest. As his strength continues to increase, the more he sees, the more he understands the importance of strength.

Looking at the ferocious beast before him, Chen Jing awaited its choice.

The beast was also struggling intensely within itself.

Now he is faced with two choices: either stand up, defend his dignity, and be beaten to death by Chen Jing; or submit to Chen Jing peacefully and continue to live.

This battle between heaven and man did not last long.

The murderer looked utterly defeated, and said weakly, "You win. I am willing to submit."

Ultimately, he wasn't the kind of person who would risk his life for dignity; he cared more about his own life.

In fact, this is understandable. Even someone as dignified as the Demon Master Kunpeng, who had seized the Holy Throne in Zixiao Palace, had to lower his noble head in front of Dijun, Taiyi, and others, and send a wisp of his primordial spirit into the Demon Refining Banner, handing over his life and death to others.

Ultimately, it all boils down to something very simple: survival.

After the ferocious beast submitted, a satisfied smile appeared on Chen Jing's face.

He raised his right hand high, a faint celestial light emanating from his palm, and then aimed it at the head of the ferocious beast.

He couldn't believe empty words; only by taking the life of this ferocious beast into his own hands could he feel truly at ease.

Just as Chen Jing's palm was placed on the beast's head, the beast struggled violently, seemingly resisting Chen Jing's actions.

"Don't move, my patience is limited."

Chen Jing snorted coldly, and a chill emanated from his body.

The ferocious beast seemed to sense Chen Jing's impatience, and it controlled its struggling body, accepting Chen Jing imprinting his mark on its body.

Just after Chen Jing's immortal light entered the ferocious beast's body, he discovered that this ferocious beast seemed to be somewhat different from others. It did not have a primordial spirit, but only a magical true spirit within its body.

Without encountering any further obstacles, Chen Jing directly imprinted his own mark onto the true spirit of the ferocious beast.

In a very short time, the mark was imprinted on the beast's primordial spirit. Retracting his hand, Chen Jing's face showed a satisfied smile.

From now on, having such a henchman is not a bad choice.

Just after Chen Jing imprinted the mark on the beast's true spirit, the beast could clearly feel some changes within its true spirit. It gave a bitter smile, realizing that its life and death were now in the hands of the Taoist priest before it.

Regardless of whether it falls within the Five Elements and Six Paths, once this mark is imprinted on it, its life and death are no longer in its own hands.

After subduing the ferocious beast, Chen Jing immediately shouted, "Can you transform into human form? This enormous body looks awkward to me."

"Yes, Master!"

Then, the beast's enormous body gradually shrank, transforming into a human form. To Chen Jing, the transformed form looked exactly like a zombie king.