The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

Chapter 898: Little Rakshasa and Rakshasa King! (2)

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

The Blood Rakshasa Ancestor was their greatest bargaining chip for victory. They could not fall into the hands of the Sikong family. Otherwise, their years of planning would all go to waste!

“Do you understand now?” Master Sang looked at his expression and asked.

Guard Li cupped his fists. “Yes! I’ll bring my men to attack the Nether Mountain now!”

“Wait.” Master Sang stopped him meaningfully.

At night, the experts of the Sang family gathered again. As this was a serious matter, the experts who were going to the Sikong Manor this time were all Asura Kings who were not lower than Level Seven. When they appeared majestically near the Nether Mountain, half of the Nether Capital felt the shock of the pressure.

Master Sikong was discussing with Sikong Changfeng about dealing with the Sang Family in the study when a powerful pressure suddenly surged over from all directions. The air condensed until it was corporeal, and the two of them even stopped breathing.

“What’s going on?” Master Sikong frowned.

Sikong Changfeng came to the door and looked at the endless night. He said solemnly, “The experts of the Sang family are here again.” Master Sikong was furious. “Is the Sang family openly rebelling?”

Sikong Changfeng muttered, “I’m afraid so. Little Rakshasa has fallen into our hands. They can’t wait anymore.”

The father and son left the Sikong Manor and came to the entrance of the manor. As expected, the experts of the Sang family were already waiting.

The leader was Master Sang’s trusted guard, Guard Li.

He rode on a tall horse and looked arrogantly in the direction of the Sikong family. When he saw the City Lord of the Nether Capital and the Eldest Young Master arrive, he did not get off his horse and bow. Behind him were the experts of the Sang family, and surrounded by experts was an airtight carriage. Sikong Changfeng said indifferently, “Why? Has your master been found?”

The dignified head of the Sang family was actually sent flying by a little child with a punch. This joke could make the Nether Capital laugh for half a year.

Guard Li’s expression turned ugly. He gripped the reins tightly and said, “The person sitting in the carriage is not our master, but someone you didn’t expect. ”

Sikong Changfeng frowned and looked at the carriage with Master Sikong.

Guard Li rode his horse to the carriage and used his spear to lift the curtain. In the dark carriage, Sikong Yun was tied up and covered his mouth with a cloth. His eyes widened in anger.

Master Sikong’s expression changed. “Yun’er!”

Guard Li sneered. “Hand over Little Rakshasa and I’ll return your son to you.”

Master Sikong glared at him. “He’s your Sang family’s young master!”

Guard Li smiled sinisterly. “And he’s the legitimate son of your Sikong family! If you still want your son’s life, use Little Rakshasa in exchange! I’ll only count to ten. If I still don’t see Little Rakshasa, I can’t guarantee that I won’t do anything to your son.”

Master Sikong was trembling with anger!

Despicable! Too despicable! He could even use his biological grandson without hesitation. He was really worse than a beast!

Guard Li raised his finger and slowly counted. “One, two, three…”

“Uhm—uhm—” Sikong Yun looked at his father for help.

Master Sikong said anxiously, “The Little Rakshasa isn’t in my hands! It’s in the Nether Mountain. My son has offended the people of the Nether Mountain.

They won’t hand over the Little Rakshasa to save my son!”

Guard Li said indifferently, “That’s your own business. It has nothing to do with me. I only know that after ten rounds, your son’s life might be gone… Four! Five!”

“Ten!” Sikong Changfeng said the last word for him. He drew his sword and stabbed it at Sikong Yun in the carriage.

Master Sikong’s expression changed!

Even the experts of the Sang family did not expect Sikong Changfeng to suddenly ambush his younger brother. Could it be that the rumors were true that the two brothers had been at odds for a long time and wished they could kill each other?

Sikong Yun was their bargaining chip. Before Master Sikong clearly expressed that he would give up on him, Guard Li would not allow anything to happen to him for the time being. The moment Sikong Changfeng drew his sword, he stopped counting and waved the spear in his hand to fight Sikong Changfeng.

When Master Sikong saw this, he ordered, “Attack! Kill them!”

The experts of the Sikong family moved!

A good threatening show was thrown into chaos by Sikong Changfeng. Both sides fought fiercely. However, due to the disparity in strength, this chaos did not last long. The experts of the Sikong family were all suppressed by the Asura King of the Sang family.

“I’ll count one last time!” Guard Li’s spear was pressed against Sikong

Changfeng’s neck. “…Ten!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Master Sikong reached out and was about to say the word “wait” when a small figure sped over like lightning, leaving afterimages in the air as he charged towards Guard Li.

Guard Li did not even have time to scream before he fell to the ground without any blood.

The afterimage did not stop because of this. It was still swaying around at a speed that was difficult to capture.

If Guard Li’s corpse hadn’t really fallen straight down, no one would have believed that the afterimage was real.

A seventh-stage Asura King also fell.

This was level seven, level seven!

Another seventh-stage Asura King fell. This Asura King had already reached the peak of the seventh-stage and was only a step away from breaking through to the eighth-stage. However, he did not even have time to attack and died in the hands of that afterimage.

At this point, the experts of the Sang family simultaneously felt an indescribable fear.

Suddenly, an eighth-stage Asura King stepped forward!

A world-destroying pressure was released from his body, and powerful internal energy spread in all directions like a flood. Master Sikong had never felt such a terrifying power. He immediately felt a pain in his chest, and blood flowed from his seven orifices.

Needless to say, Sikong Changfeng’s ribs had been broken. The experts of the Sikong family fell almost in an instant. A level eight Asura King was not much inferior to an adult Saint King. His strength could be imagined, and the little figure finally slowed down.

When the eighth-stage Asura King saw that he had successfully restrained it, he smiled smugly and reached out his palm to slap the little figure!

He wanted to kill this little thing!

Everyone thought that Little Rakshasa was definitely going to die, but what happened next stunned them.

The Level Eight Asura King’s palm indeed slapped down and also hit Little Rakshasa. However, in the next second, Little Rakshasa smashed a hole in his indestructible body like a small cannon!

The Level Eight Asura King lowered his head in disbelief and looked at the big hole in his chest. With a bang, he fell.

Master Sikong’s legs went limp and he almost knelt down!

This was an eighth-stage Asura King, an existence that was almost infinitely close to the legendary Asura Saint King. It was actually resolved in one move by this little fellow.

No, that was not a move.

It had no moves.

Master Sikong wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and swallowed his saliva. He didn’t know how to describe his current mood. Fortunately, this little thing didn’t become their enemy. Otherwise…

The Level Eight Asura King had died, and the experts of the Sang family completely panicked. They fled one after another. Little Rakshasa bared his teeth fiercely and chased after them with a whoosh!

Just as it was about to strangle another high-level Asura King to death, a low growl suddenly came from the Sang Manor’s direction. The air surged with an extremely thick smell of blood.

Little Rakshasa’s body paused in the air as it looked at the Sang Manor and howled. As the low growl approached, the smell of blood also became thicker. The black clouds in the sky were dyed red, and the surroundings seemed to have fallen into a sea of blood.

“What’s going on?” Sikong Changfeng felt like he couldn’t breathe.

Master Sikong turned pale in shock.. “Not good! It’s the Blood Rakshasa… No, the Rakshasa King… the Rakshasa King has appeared!”