Commanding Wind and Cloud

"Your Highness."

Domon Lec quickly kneeled and bowed as he said, "Your Highness, your servant Domon Lec is here to greet you."

The three young Domon Demons who were haughty and displeased by Qian Jin stared at Qian Jin with threats in their eyes and they also kneeled and barely greeted Lucifer Lucy.

The two leaders of the Mamen Clan looked at each other in unison and sneered. "The Domon Clan is really getting worse and worse each year. Right now, the youngest generation of warriors don’t even want to greet the princess? Why do they look so unwilling? Don’t they know where their power came from?" they thought.

Lucifer Lucy stared at the three young Domon Demons coldly. "I heard that the Domon Clan swore loyalty towards the Crown Prince... Looks like it is true from the attitude of these young demons."

"Please get up." Lucifer Lucy said as she looked away. In her mind, a little Short Ear Clan couldn’t do much.

"Thank you, Your Highness." Domon Lec quickly got up earnestly and thanked Lucifer Lucy. This made the three young Domon Demons even more uncomfortable. "Even if she is the princess, why does the elder have to treat her this nicely?" they thought.

"Jiliu Feijing!"

The three younger Domon Demons shouted at the same time loudly, and the demon who was a bit taller and standing in the middle stepped forward and added as he stared at Qian Jin, "Why aren’t you greeting the elder from the Domon Clan after seeing his presence?"

The other two young Domon Demons smiled. They returned what this Jiliu Feijing said to them back, and they wanted to teach him some manners. They were standing behind Elder Domon Lec and this Jiliu Feijing would be saluting at them if he saluted at Demon Lec.

"Domon Clan? What is that? I never heard of it." Qian Jin picked his ears and added, "I have the honorable Lucifer Bloodline in me. Why should I salute an elder from a no-name clan?"

Domon Lec who just straightened his back was really surprised by this. "This mixed-blood is too arrogant! How dare they ignore the existence of the Domon Clan? Even the demon clans who had the top 10 bloodlines don’t dare to do so!" he thought.

"Domon Satu." Domon Lec said coldly with a gloomy expression, "I’m here to see who this mixed-blood is, after all, he made both leaders of the Mamen Clan come here to see him. However, I didn’t expect him to be this arrogant! How dare he insult the great clan of Domon? Go and teach him a lesson for me! Let him know about the power of the Domon Clan!"

"As you wish, elder!"

The tall Domon Demon walked forward as he slowly unleashed his warrior power. He was on the level of level 3 Demon Slayer, using the demon’s terms, he was a level 3 Third Tier Demon Warrior.

Power! An ordinary demon without a bloodline got to level 3 Third Tier before he turned 30? The two leaders of the Mamen Clan nodded and thought, "Looks like the Domon Clan got new training scrolls. Otherwise, the younger generations of Domon Demons wouldn’t level up this fast!"

"My turn." Fanta Kunge jumped out before Qian Jin could react.

Domon Satu looked at Fanta Kunge with a strange expression as he thought, "Green skin? Lack of hair? He looks like he is the from the lowest of the lowest clan – Wasteland Clan. These demons’ key focus was to open up wastelands and they were similar to Belia Demons in terms of population.

However, most of the Wasteland Demons were dumb and ugly and they had no bloodline power nor training scrolls. As a result, they were at the bottom of the food chain.

"You? A Wasteland Demon? How dare you challenge me, an honorable Domon Demon?" disdain appeared on Domon Satu’s face and he mocked, "You look young. Even if you are older, I won’t be afraid of you, Wasteland Demons are all trash!"

Domon Satu lifted one of his arms and continued, "Do you need me to go easy on you and not use this arm? Young idiot?"

Demon Fighter... Demon Capturer... Demon Slayer, A.K.A, level 1 Third Tier Demon Warrior!

Powerful Gold Essence Warrior Power rushed out of his body, and his Warrior Heart slowly appeared between his eyebrows.

"Huh?" Domon Satu was really shocked. "Level 1 Third Tier? How? He is a Wasteland Demon! From his look, he is only in his 20s!" he thought.

Domon Lec, on the other hand, almost bit off his tongue! He thought, "Is he really a Wasteland Demon? Where did Lucifer Lucy find such a talented Wasteland Demon?"

The other two young Domon Demons were surprised by this as well. "This is too much! It would surprise me if he is from other clans, let alone the lowest Wasteland Clan!"

Fanta Kunge stretched his body as he sneered, "Are you sure that you want to fight me with only one arm?"

Domon Satu’s face froze. There was some difference between level 3 Third Tier and level 1 Third Tier, but it wasn’t big enough for him to only use one arm and win.

"Why? You don’t dare to?" With a tone filled with disdain, Fanta Kunge laughed, "I don’t need that!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he stomped onto the ground. A few lotuses formed from dust blossomed in the air as he dashed towards Domon Satu. He was so fast that it felt like he was an aggressive bull.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Every time Fanta Kunge stepped down, the lotus-like cloud of dust would appear alongside the war drum-like roar. At that moment, Domon Satu felt like there was a suicide squad charging at him instead of a demon warrior.

Fanta Kunge was really fast. He appeared in front of Demon Satu in just a second and he struck at Domon Satu with his fingers. His palm was wide open and his fingers were as straight as arrows. As his hand slightly vibrated, warrior power floated on his hand and rushed forward like a blade.

[Land Tearing Chop]!

Under the empowerment of the Golden Essence Warrior Power, Fanta Kunge used [Land Tearing Chop] that he learned from Qian Jin against Domon Satu and targeted Domon Satu’s eyes.

As a heroic aura appeared around Fanta Kunge, Domon Satu was a little afraid and wanted to dodge this attack subconsciously. However, Qian Jin sneered just in time. To Domon Satu, it felt like this mixed-blood demon was laughing at him for being scared of a Wasteland Demon.

"I’m scared of a Wasteland Demon? Even if he is a level 1 Third Tier Demon Warrior, so what? I’m a level 3 Third Tier Demon Warrior!" Domon Satu thought to himself arrogantly as he rotated his wrist and closed his palm. As if he was holding onto a real hammer, he struck his fist at Fanta Kunge’s fingers.

Hard engage? Domon Lec thought to himself in excitement, "Wasteland Demons are really idiots! Trying to hard engage a Domon Warrior?"

Fanta Kunge suddenly shook his wrist and his straightforward arm suddenly turned like a bouncy spear. His fingers passed by Domon Satu’s fist as he lowered his center of gravity.

As if a blossoming lotus suddenly closed its petals, it felt like Fanta Kunge pulled back all of his warrior power at that moment naturally.

Although Fanta Kunge was still within the attack range of Domon Satu, it felt like he wouldn’t be attacked in a short while.

"Huh?" With momentum, it was already hard for Domon Satu to withdraw his strike. Therefore, he lowered his elbow and wanted to elbow strike Fanta Kunge’s head next.

However, the closed lotus that was Fanta Kunge suddenly blossomed again as if he was waiting for this opportunity. The golden fury lotus showed the world its beauty.

The golden lights were so bright that everyone had to cover their eyes.

"Sh*t..." As soon as this thought appeared in Domon Satu’s mind, Fanta Kunge’s palm already pressed onto his chest.

"Iron Bull Warrior Power! Defend!" Domon Satu thought to himself as he tightened his muscles. His bodily protective technique was used and his body was as hard as an iron plate. It felt like his body was virtually indestructible at this moment.

"Block it! Block it! This moment is mine!" Domon Satu screamed in his head, and he felt like he already saw the scene where he defeated his opponent easily.

"Lose!"

An equally confident voice sounded from Fanta Kunge. A bone-crackling noise sounded in Domon Satu’s chest and the intense pain almost tore him apart. His bodily protective technique was useless!

"How?" as soon as Domon Satu heard the noise in his chest, he got vicious. "Injure me? Then you can’t be healthy too!" he thought.

His will helped him to momentarily ignore the pain and he was able to lift his leg and kick onto Fanta Kunge’s chest.

Bam!

Domon Satu felt a pain in his feet, he felt like he didn’t kick a demon but an iron block. The huge repulsive force pushed his body backward, and his body only stopped moving after he rolled on the ground for a while.

Huh...

Fanta Kunge rubbed his chest as he felt some pain, but he still looked at Domon Satu with pride in his eyes. "How can your bodily protective technique defend against the combination of Golden Essence Warrior Power and [Land Tearing Chop]?" he thought.

"How... how is this possible?" Domon Satu wanted to stand up, but the intense pain made him fall down again. "I kicked him with all might, and I should be able to bend an iron plate. This demon only backed off two steps and his bones aren’t even broken?"