Reincarnated As A Lion In Another World-Chapter 745: The Young Demonic Grandfather

The world tumbled and rumbled around Kael.

With a thought, he commanded reality tommake on different forms, engineering swords and elements into existence with his will alone.

His main body had shrunk significantly, now standing at a height similar to the cats. His golden wings flared behind him, unfolding into six pairs.

Hunting Essence flowed through his body, turning him into the perfect predator for the cats.

Death Essence followed each and every one of his claws, limited edges with a dark light that threatened to suck out all the life from the cats.

The locked down zone was shrinking. The number of cats had increased to fifty plus.

They were encircling Kael, barraging his rapidly moving forms with different kinds of attacks.

Today, the Endless Plains lit up with a beautiful colour spectacle. Today, Immortals battled.

When last had they experienced this kind of rush? When last did someone give them this much confusion and fear?

It was almost as if they could not tell whether they were excited or getting angrier. Or were they becoming more astounded by the means with which the All-King was defending himself?

If this fight were taking place in the Mortalverse, a star system would have been flipped over, and crazy spatial storms would have been summoned.

Weer was blasted back, his two legs digging two lines into the ground. Without thinking, he turned into a blur again, the muscles underneath his hairless pink skin tense with enough strength to flatten a planet.

This was...exhilarating.

Weer threw hundreds of bullet punches, a small smirk at the edges of his lips.

So what if this was the All-King? So what if they didn’t understand why he was still alive?

They were fighting right now and that was all that mattered.

If one looked at the locked zone from a far distance, they would see that this particular region had become enshrouded in a golden gaze that originated from Kael and his clones.

A domain.

A Conqueror’s Domain.

Everyone was under the influence of the All-King.

Even the All-King himself.

Everyone except a certain demonic duo who just arrived.

The young grandfather and granddaughter pair were standing together, side by side. Their red eyes opened wide, filled with bewilderment at what they were seeing.

"Is that?..." The granddaughter asked as she locked her sight on those spinning streams of golden light.

She recognised that golden light Very well, after all, she had been monitoring him any chance she got to peer through the Gap.

"The source of my good luck? Yes! Hehehe..."

The grandfather on the other hand analyzed everything he saw in the amount of time it took a beam of light to travel one hundred meters.

Super fast.

The next step he took propelled him forward, leaving a trail of demonic energy behind him.

"HAHAHAHAAAAAA, ALL-KING, WAIT FOR ME!" He declared, attracting the attention of the cat Immortals.

The expressions on the faces of the cats visibly worsened as they recognised that voice from anywhere.

It was the last voice anyone in Original Heaven wanted to hear at any given moment.

Kael, noticing that the cats had all stopped attacking, also paused and looked over.

*BAM!*

The heads of twenty cats exploded.

Just like that.

"Hello All-King," Kael had merely blinked his eyes once and found a tall sickly man wearing a tattered office suit hovering in front of him.

Just like that.

There was no warning, no aura pressure, no danger senses. He just...appeared.

"It’s really a fortuitous thing that you did not die.

Are you the one who baited me here with luck?

Don’t worry, I forgive you.

Come come, let me take you home...forget about these things..."

Kael opened his mouth to say something at the same moment that the demonic man waved his hand.

The golden lion and all his remaining ones disappeared, having been sucked into a pocket space.

Just like that.

The All-King, the golden lion who had stood his ground in front of almost fifty cat Immortals, was rendered a captive by the wave of a hand.

Such power.

"Grandfather, that Patriarch will definitely know that he is here." The demonic granddaughter announced as she appeared next to the tattered man.

Her arrival was followed by the remaining cats exploding into a rain of blood and meat paste.

Done for, all of them.

The previous golden haze was squashed out by their presence, replaced with a chaotic red hue.

The sky seemed dyed with blood and the shattered lands soaked in the same.

The demonic grandfather snorted at his granddaughter’s words, "Enough, you know I don’t like hearing about that bastard!

I dare him to try me! Who does he think he is? Who is his father? I AM his father.

Let us see if I won’t feed him his teeth,"

Annoyed by what she said, the demonic grandfather flattened his palm and raised his hand up.

A red energy force coated the edges of his palm and his sharp fingernails.

He brought it down fast, thousands of red demonic slash lines followed after, tearing the endless plains into pieces.

All the immortal cats that had been heading toward this direction were killed, every single one of them.

"Grandfather, you put him in your pocket space?" The granddaughter asked.

"He’ll be fine," The grandfather waved his hand nonchalantly.

"Call every lion around, the Primordial Lion is still alive and he has come to us!"

As he said that, his legs moved and he was already travelling, moving away at a demonic speed.

There was an off-putting smile on his face as he moved. The fact that he had just pocketed the Primordial Lion filled him with joy.

His eyes darted around, wishing that someone would stop him.

As he flew through the sky and left behind a streak of red demonic energy, there was no sonic boom, no flashes, no collapse of reality.

This mysterious young grandfather had so much control over his powers that some laws did not react to his activities.

They just ignored him, afraid of what he would do if he got angry.

Perhaps, it was best for reality and the universe to leave these powerful beings alone, lest they destroy more of reality.

Low-level immortals could already shatter pieces of the universal fabrics with their moves, a Supreme Level Immortal would have to be seriously careful.

Not just for the sake of the universe, but also for their own safety.

With the All-King now in his possession, this young-looking grandfather had many exciting thoughts.

He understood why he had felt that sensation of good luck coming from this place. It was the All-King asking for help in his own way.

At least, that was how he chose to see it, and he was deeply appreciative of it. That he was the first person to save the All-King made him satisfied with himself.

He also understood what this meant. Knowing the Patriarch of the House of Luthor, he already knew about the presence of the All-King.

The grandfather did not know why those cats were fighting Kael and it didn’t matter. He himself hardly had any reason for fighting anybody most of the time, but he still fought them.

One thing was certain though, the appearance of the All-King in Leonine Heaven would mean one thing.

Change.

The lions of Original Heaven had seen the changes the All-King had brought to the lion civilization in Leonine Heaven. Of course, they would want some of those benefits for themselves.

They also took pride in their Primordial Lion. There had never been a Primordial Lion in Original Heaven. Not even Alan the First or Noel the Great had stepped into Original Heaven before.

Partly because they never really had that much reason to come in the first place while they were still alive.

It wasn’t like any of them had any means of breaking the lions here out.

Kael was the first Primordial Lion to do so and he was the first to come with a valid reason and a half-baked plan.

The All-King had to be protected at all costs.

The other members of the Ancient Feline Council have been planning something nasty for their tyrannical cousins.

The lions didn’t know what it was, but they knew whatever it was, it required the Primordial Lion to be dead.

They had already lost so many fighting that abominable avatar of oblivion, that brother of nothingness. They couldn’t afford to lose their Primordial Lion.

Thinking to this point, the excited look on the grandfather’s face was wiped off and replaced with a cold expression.

He remembered the circumstances around the death of Noel.

Many of them had watched Noel grow up three million years ago. They had watched him become the mighty lion he once was.

To see him die under the circumstances of a vain sacrifice was very painful.

The lion factions of Original Heaven desired deeply to aid the rest of the lion civilization.

When they came here, they never knew it would become their prison.

Kael’s appearance brought something that they had not had since the time of Noel.

Hope.