Was he afraid?
Of course there was some fear, but what weighed on him more was worry—worry about what would happen to the people in the village and town after his death.
As for fear, the thought of running away alone never even crossed Uncle Nine’s mind.
Anyone who would abandon protecting the people out of fear, who would give up on destroying demons and monsters—such a person doesn’t deserve to be called a Taoist priest, and would be a disgrace to Maoshan’s teachings.
In his eyes, dying at the hands of demons while protecting the people was the greatest honor for a Taoist priest who devoted himself to vanquishing evil and upholding the Way!
Even if his soul descended to the underworld after death and he met the seniors and founders of Maoshan, he could still respectfully say: “Your disciple has not failed Maoshan, nor has he failed the people.”
“So this is all the strength the Child of Destiny of this world has.”
“Having this kind of power near the end of the Dharma Age is indeed impressive, but he’s too weak. Truly, far too weak.”
“So weak that I don’t even have the interest to fight him.”
High above in the sky, on a throne forged from dried bones and wreathed in netherworld aura, a figure with a handsome, utterly otherworldly face looked down at Uncle Nine’s battle below. His eyes, pure and transparent like rubies, revealed a flicker of boredom.
“Although his strength is so pitifully weak that I have no desire to fight, this Child of Destiny seems somewhat familiar.”
“That guy’s memories seem to contain information about him… Never mind. Just a waste with a weak soul and good luck—at the moment of death, he actually gained the favor of a [Rule-Level Item] and was transported with his soul to the Demon Realm.”
“If I hadn’t crushed and devoured him in the soul struggle, I might have actually been possessed by him.”
“But precisely because of that, I was able to bind with the [Rule-Level Item] and come to this world.”
“Demon Ancestor, oh Demon Ancestor, back then you defeated me with overwhelming force and took everything from me.”
“In the future, I will repay everything a hundredfold, a thousandfold, ten thousandfold!”
As he spoke, killing intent surged endlessly in Mo Rong’s eyes.
Turning his gaze to Uncle Nine, who was still struggling to protect the people, his pupils turned ice-cold. He extended his index finger, and a faint black orb slowly formed. He no longer wanted to play around.
“Boom!”
With a thought, a black beam of light pierced through space, striking Uncle Nine below.
Uncle Nine’s expression changed drastically. He looked up at the sky, and the threat of death filled his heart.
The surrounding demons and evil spirits also felt their king’s attack. One by one, they prostrated on the ground, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
“Am I going to die…”
Uncle Nine sighed. In the end, he still hadn’t received their support.
He had never understood what the group leader meant when she said the chat group was “trashy.” Now he felt like he was beginning to understand.
“Bang!”
At that very moment, it was as if heaven and earth fell into pause.
In the darkness of night, endless light burst forth in an instant, illuminating the heavens and the earth. The night, originally shrouded in darkness, now shone as bright as day.
Light—radiant, brilliant light!
“Rumble—!”
Along with the light came a violent explosion. Mo Rong watched the light appearing between heaven and earth with amusement, paying no attention whatsoever to the destruction caused by his attack on the ground below.
He didn’t hear that guy’s voice—clearly, the Child of Destiny had already been rescued.
But he didn’t care. Sooner or later, that one would die by his hand—it was only a matter of time.
Compared to that weak Child of Destiny, he was more curious about what kind of being had caused this light.
When the light faded, a giant towering dozens of meters tall stood between heaven and earth, its body a mix of blue, red, and silver, with a green gem-like transparent crystal on its chest.
“This is… Ultraman Tiga?”
The moment he saw the giant, memories of the transmigrator he had devoured suddenly surfaced in Mo Rong’s mind.
Clearly, compared to this world’s Child of Destiny, that person had far deeper memories of this giant. In the transmigrator’s memories, this giant was a character from a tokusatsu show.
“Interesting! Truly interesting!”
After a brief moment of shock, Mo Rong suddenly burst into laughter, his whole being radiating excitement.
Since it wasn’t a being from this world, there must be a reason it appeared here. The other party must also be someone favored by a [Rule-Level Item], just like him.
That’s why they could transmigrate to this world.
Wasn’t this something to be happy about?
As for Ultraman Tiga’s power, he had some understanding from the memories. Based on what he’d seen, it was godlike in strength to ordinary people, but to him, it wasn’t a power worth fearing.
What was worth noting was merely Ultraman’s combat ability—”idealism.”
Strength that was already determined could suddenly become much more powerful, even terrifyingly so, due to some factor.
But that sort of thing only happened in the world of Ultraman. In this world, it could only exert the power it truly should possess.
However, the next scene made him frown.
In his line of sight, besides Tiga, another tall creature appeared—a humanoid with a dragon’s head, a muscular body, and a dragon tail behind it. In its hand, it was holding this world’s Child of Destiny.
A rich healing energy radiated from its hand, treating the Child of Destiny, whose condition was not good.
“Another character from another world.”
“The Fire Demon, one of the Eight Demons—Shendu.”
“The power of the twelve talismans…”
The smile on Mo Rong’s lips grew even brighter. From the transmigrator’s memories, he also knew of Shendu’s strength—the power of fire and the twelve zodiac talismans.
Turning stillness into motion, immortality…
Not bad. Truly not bad!
After he fused with these powers, he would become even stronger, wouldn’t he?
Although they hadn’t fought yet, he already considered Shendu’s power as his own.
A demon that had been toyed with by the weak time and time again—he didn’t think it would pose any threat to him.
Meanwhile, Tiga hadn’t noticed Mo Rong’s gaze. He simply spread his hands, and a massive amount of light particles surged toward the horde of demons and evil spirits.
Amid screams and wails, in mere moments, these demons and evil spirits dissolved into the light.
Shendu tossed Uncle Nine, now fully healed by the Horse Talisman, onto the ground.
“You and he are very alike.”
Actually, they had arrived long ago. At the time, Uncle Nine was setting up formations in the village and town. They had intended to observe Uncle Nine’s strength, so they hadn’t appeared—and later, they simply kept watching.
Naturally, they also witnessed Uncle Nine single-handedly holding off the demons and evil spirits to protect the people.
That fearless, death-defying demeanor—Shendu seemed to see a shadow of “Lopez” in him.
This wasn’t praise. Shendu would never truly praise anyone, and in his eyes, Lopez wasn’t even a positive term. He simply felt that way.
