The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Chapter 542: He Is Not of the Demon Clan!

"Big Brother Jin Jiao!"

Xiaomeng was the first to rush to Jin Jiao's side. Jin Jiao’s black armor had been completely shattered, and his body trembled uncontrollably as blood flowed freely, making him look extremely disheveled.

However, surviving the Heaven-Slaying Sword Art demonstrated the formidable vitality of the Three-Headed Demonic Jiao Clan. Indeed, their resilience was impressive.

Of course, Ling Feng's leniency played a part in this, but regardless, Jin Jiao had managed to save his life.

Cough, cough...

Jin Jiao spat out a mouthful of blood, his body gradually shrinking back to his half-human, half-demon form. His eyes were filled with shock.

He had given his all but was still defeated by Prince Long Fei. Is this the true strength of the main branch?

"E-Even Big Brother Jin Jiao lost. H-How is this possible?"

"Oh my, Big Brother Jin Jiao even reverted to his demonic beast form but he still lost."

"To-Too strong!"

The younger generation of the clan stared wide-eyed, their eyes nearly popping out of their heads.

How can someone who is merely at the demon general level suppress Jin Jiao, a demon lord? Is the main branch really that terrifying?

"Phew..."

Seeing the result of the battle, Jin Zhulong and Elder Jin Mu visibly relaxed.

They were not fools and could see that it had been a fair fight. Since Prince Long Fei had won, there should be no further objections within the clan.

Ling Feng sheathed his sword and looked at the young members of the clan in the cave. Coldly, he said, "Now, there should be no objections to me obtaining the Ancestral Soul Awakening Ceremony's spot, right?"

"Uh..."

The young members lowered their heads, unable to challenge Ling Feng’s claim after seeing even Jin Jiao defeated.

Jin Jiao also hung his head, feeling countless grievances, but since Ling Feng had defeated him with strength, he had nothing to say.

"I-I still refuse to accept it!"

Xiaomeng stood up, her tiny fists clenched, and her silver teeth gnashing together. "Father, elders, I-I suspect that this Prince Long Fei is n-not of the demon race!"

"What?"

Upon hearing this, Jin Zhulong’s eyes widened in shock. He scrutinized Ling Feng closely, but the demonic qi around him was indeed genuine. He glared at his daughter, growling, "Don’t talk nonsense! How could I mistake whether Prince Long Fei is of the demon race or not?"

The elders in the hall also scrutinized Ling Feng, noting the genuine demonic qi and the Three-Headed Demonic Jiao Clan's mark on his chest. There was no reason to doubt him.

Aside from his appearance, which was identical to a human, he was completely a demon!

Ling Feng, on the other hand, was secretly sweating and his face stiffened slightly. Have I inadvertently revealed my true identity as a human?

"Enough, Xiaomeng. Take Jin Jiao to rest. Stop making a scene!" Jin Zhulong said, frowning.

"He is definitely not of the demon race!" Xiaomeng insisted, her face flushed with anger. "Look at how he fought Big Brother Jin Jiao earlier. He never once used our clan's toughest sharp horns. His fighting style doesn’t resemble a Three-Headed Demonic Jiao at all!"

"Uh..." A hint of doubt crossed Jin Zhulong's mind for the first time. Indeed, if Long Fei had used his sharp horns during the battle, he could have easily targeted Jin Jiao's weak points.

But he didn’t. He never used the Three-Headed Demonic Jiao Clan's strongest weapon, which was already quite suspicious.

As a demon, why did he lack any of the demonic beast's instincts?

Ling Feng's palms were secretly sweating. He had to admit that Xiaomeng's intuition was remarkably accurate. She had seen through his identity based on this alone.

But still, he had to maintain his cover. With so many demon kings and experts in the cave, he could be obliterated in an instant if his true identity were revealed.

"Father, since this Prince Long Fei claims to be a royal descendant of the Three-Headed Demonic Jiao Clan, does he dare to reveal his true form?"

Xiaomeng glared at Ling Feng and shouted, "Do you dare to transform? Show us if you can change into a Three-Headed Demonic Jiao. If you can, then we will acknowledge you!"

Jin Zhulong's pupils contracted as he suddenly recalled something. Indeed, he had always assumed Long Fei was a member of the Three-Headed Demonic Jiao Clan, but did Long Fei exhibit any of the features typical of a member of the demon race?

Even in the midst of fierce combat, he had not shown any intention of reverting to his true form. Could it be that he has no true form at all?

Although the demonic qi surrounding him is genuine, can there be some method within the human race that allows them to simulate demonic qi?

"Prince Long Fei, could you..."

Jin Zhulong glanced at Ling Feng with a serious expression and said, "Could you please transform into your true form so that my inexperienced daughter can be convinced?"

"Uh..."

Ling Feng's face went blank. This was a disaster; his cover was blown.

How could he transform when he wasn't really of the demon race? Transform into what, exactly?

At most, he could use the Eight Desolations Body Refinement Art to enlarge his body a bit, but to manifest sharp fangs and claws, he was at a loss.

"What’s wrong?"

A hint of doubt flickered in Jin Zhulong’s eyes. Can it be that Long Fei is truly an imposter pretending to be from the Three-Headed Demonic Jiao Clan? His audacity is unprecedented!

"Transform! Transform! Transform!"

The young members of the Three-Headed Demonic Jiao Clan surrounded him, shouting, their agitation growing as if they might explode at any moment.

"Prince Long Fei, why don’t you transform?"

Xiaomeng huffed, though she was partly guessing and felt uncertain. However, seeing Ling Feng’s hesitation, she was more convinced that she might be right.

"Hmph, no one can force me to do anything!" Ling Feng stood with his hands behind his back, coldly staring at the Three-Headed Demonic Jiao Clan members in the cave. "Just because you ask me to transform, does that mean I must?"

He then glared at Jin Zhulong and said coldly, "Chief Zhulong, are you trying to force me to transform? If you provoke me, do you know what the consequences will be?"

At this point, his only option was to make Jin Zhulong apply pressure and suppress the Three-Headed Demonic Jiao clan.

"Prince Long Fei, if you truly are a member of the Three-Headed Demonic Jiao Clan, what do you have to fear from revealing your true form?"

Jin Zhulong, as the chief of the clan, was not a fool. There were too many doubts about Ling Feng. If he ignored them now, he would truly be a fool.

"Transform! Transform! Transform!"

Ling Feng clenched his fists and, feeling the sharp gazes around him, took a deep breath. I have to escape!

He had already grasped the token leading to the Misty Ghost Forest; this treasure was his only chance of survival now.

But escaping from the demon race next time would be incredibly difficult.

"He is of the demon race! He has the purest bloodline of the demon race!"

Suddenly, Ling Feng felt a golden light enveloping him that blasted open a huge gap in the cave’s ceiling.

In the sky, a gigantic golden Demonic Jiao appeared, towering at seventeen or eighteen zhang high and resembling a massive mountain.

The golden demonic jiao reached down and lifted Ling Feng into its palm.

"Greetings to the ancestor!"

In an instant, all the members of the Three-Headed Demonic Jiao Clan bowed down. Even Jin Zhulong, the demon king-level expert, was forced to prostrate and worship under the overwhelming aura. He was completely unable to move.