Chapter 464: The Evil Chicken's True Tyranny

The scene was gruesome. The Evil Jackal King swallowed, then, feeling uncomfortable, spat out the Evil Groundhog's head.

"If you can't speak, don't speak."

This brutal scene terrified the Evil Chickens, causing them to tremble. They were all weak, likely due to their bloodline, which placed them at the bottom of the evil hierarchy.

If only a powerful individual could emerge from their clan, they wouldn't be subjected to such humiliation.

"I'm scared."

"Me too."

Surrounding them, the Evil Jackals watched with predatory gazes, their eyes gleaming with ferocious light, as if ready to devour them at any moment.

"Your Majesty, when will we devour them?"

The Evil Jackals could hardly wait.

Drool dripped from their mouths.

Although they were all evil creatures, it was quite normal for evil to consume evil. Just look at these plump chickens; they must be delicious.

The Evil Jackal King declared, "We can do it now."

The Evil Jackals erupted in excited cheers.

However, for the Evil Chickens, panic and fear were overwhelming. Huddled together, they felt hopeless, certain they would die at the hands of the Evil Jackals.

Click!

An impatient Evil Jackal opened a wooden cage, greedily eyeing a very young Evil Chicken. It was a chick, tender and surely delectable.

"Cluck!"

"Cluck!"

The chick cried out in a panic, its meaning clear: Don't eat me, I don't taste good at all, and... someone, please save me!

Just as the Evil Jackal was about to strike…

A resounding voice echoed.

"Cluck-cluck-cluck..."

Powerful and sharp.

The Evil Jackals were curious. There was another one? They didn't take the newcomer seriously. No matter how fierce the clucking, a chicken was still a chicken; nothing would change.

Even if it acted tough, so what?

Ferocity without strength was just…cute.

The Evil Chickens heard the sound and saw the figure appearing in the distance.

Little Black and Little Red were there, too.

The Evil Rooster strode at the front. Ginseng wasn't riding on the hen; instead, it stood on Lin Fan's shoulder, a gesture of respect for the Evil Rooster, allowing him some dignity before facing his family.

If his family saw him like that…

They would be utterly disappointed.

Imagine seeing their relative reduced to being ridden like a horse.

"He's back."

"The chicken who left the mountains has returned."

"Are we saved?"

"Impossible. Our Evil Chicken clan is the lowest of the low among the evil creatures. Even if he's back, it's useless. We'll still die at their hands."

The Evil Chickens murmured amongst themselves.

At this moment…

The Evil Rooster 'clucked,' telling all his fellow chickens that he had returned and they were safe. He saw his kin relax. If his people died because of him, his heart would ache. He had left this place as a young rooster, carrying his belongings, joining the larger evil community, hoping to make a name for himself, bring honor to his ancestors, and return to his clan bathed in glory, receiving the adoration and respect of countless chickens.

Lin Fan asked, "Do you need my help?"

The Evil Rooster shook his head, refusing Lin Fan's assistance. He wanted to tell all the evil creatures: I, the Evil Rooster, am no longer the same Evil Rooster. Now, my strength has soared. I achieved this step by step, through hard work.

"I believe in you," Lin Fan said.

He knew the rooster was powerful; it just hadn't had a chance to show its strength while by his side.

Ginseng crossed its root-arms, watching expectantly. It knew this rooster dreamt of eating its droppings and boogers, and even fed centipedes. With such a nourishing diet, if there was no improvement, it would be truly unbelievable.

A group of Evil Chickens cried out.

"Take them and leave! You're no match for the Evil Jackals."

"Don't throw your life away!"

"Go quickly!"

"Carry the will of our Evil Chicken clan and survive!"

Little Black and Little Red watched nervously. They looked at Lin Fan, then at their elder brother, unsure how he would resolve this situation.

A gust of wind blew, lifting the cape draped over the Evil Rooster. Ginseng had lent it to him, knowing he was going home. How could he prove he was doing well without a bit of flair?

He moved.

The cape billowed in the wind.

One word to describe it:

Magnificent.

The Evil Jackal King waved a claw dismissively.

"Kill."

Instantly…

An eager Evil Jackal rushed forward with great speed. Its claws kicked up dirt as it landed, leaving deep imprints.

Some Evil Chickens couldn't bear to watch what would happen next.

They saw the Evil Rooster sprint, then spin his body like a whirling drill.

Splat!

A shocking scene unfolded.

Blood splattered.

The Evil Rooster pierced straight through the Evil Jackal's body. This was something no Evil Chicken should be capable of.

The Evil Rooster landed, standing firm. He spread his wings and clucked at the Evil Jackal King.

"With me here, you won't harm my kin."

The Evil Chickens were invigorated, whispering among themselves.

"He really killed an Evil Jackal."

"Can someone this powerful really emerge from our clan?"

Little Black and Little Red stared at their elder brother in astonishment.

They hadn't realized how strong he had become.

Lin Fan smiled. "The rooster is very strong."

Old Zhang agreed. "Indeed, very strong."

Ginseng thought, Strong? It's all thanks to my excellent nurturing that he reached this peak. He should thank me properly.

The Evil Jackal King spoke. "Somewhat capable. I didn't expect such an individual to arise from your Evil Chicken clan. But do you think you can save your entire clan?"

"Cluck." The Evil Rooster spread his wings, glaring fiercely at the opponent, ready for battle. This was his first time facing the Evil Jackal King, and he was nervous, but his kin were watching. He couldn't back down; he could only bravely face the challenge.

The Evil Jackal King could walk on its hind legs. Its forelimbs were thick and powerful, and its claws glowed ominously, razor-sharp.

The Evil Jackal King attacked swiftly, so fast that the Evil Chickens dared not watch. That was the Evil Jackal King, not an ordinary Evil Jackal. His power was far more terrifying.

Clang!

Sparks flew.

The sound of metal clashing rang out.

The Evil Jackal King's claws could tear through anything, yet when they collided with the Evil Rooster's wings, a dull thud echoed.

"What?"

The Evil Jackal King was stunned. He looked down at his claws. Was he getting old, or were his claws no longer sharp enough? He hadn't ripped through the opponent's body in one strike.

To him, this was a humiliation.

The Evil Rooster spread his wings, head held high, clucking, his eyes sharp.

"I've become strong."

He was the epitome of a slacker among the evil creatures. He'd slacked his way to power. Under normal circumstances, reaching this level of strength would have been impossible.

The Evil Rooster called out to his kin, "With me here, you'll be safe."

This was his moment to shine.

To let his kin know how powerful he had become after leaving home. Cheer for me, be proud of me!

The Evil Rooster thought, This guy is strong, but I'm not weak either. Who will win is still unknown.

He took the initiative.

The Evil Rooster clashed with the Evil Jackal King again.

Back and forth they fought.

Sparks flew.

Both were incredibly tough. The Evil Rooster's feathers became as hard as steel in battle, while the Evil Jackal King's claws remained incredibly sharp.

After a long while…

Splat!

The Evil Rooster pierced the Evil Jackal King's head with his beak. He planted a foot on the king's head, and with domineering pride, looked down at the trembling Evil Jackals.

The message was clear.

Your king has fallen at my feet.

What do you think you can do?

The Evil Chickens were stunned. In their eyes, the Evil Rooster, standing triumphant over the Evil Jackal King, radiated a golden light.

No…

That wasn't ordinary golden light.

It was the radiance of a true champion.

An elderly Evil Chicken murmured, "Could it be… the legendary Chicken God… truly exists?"

Perhaps sensing the old chicken's thoughts, the Evil Rooster glanced at him and nodded.

That's right.

I am the Chicken God you speak of.

"Cluck!"

"Cluck-cluck-cluck!"

"Cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck..."

The Evil Chickens cheered, praising the Evil Rooster. For them, the battle they had just witnessed was one they would never forget.

The Evil Rooster listened, head held high.

Listen.

What beautiful cheers.

The Evil Rooster clenched his wings. Months of undercover work had led to this moment. He could ignore the insults of others, but he only desired the support of his kin.

Now, the Evil Jackals were leaderless.

Chaos erupted.

They scattered in all directions.

Too terrifying.

Truly horrifying. Their king had been killed, and by the lowest of the low, an Evil Chicken. It was unbelievable.

Lin Fan exclaimed, "Rooster, well done!"

Old Zhang echoed, "Rooster, well done!"

At this moment, the Evil Rooster didn't want to speak. The battle had just ended; he had to maintain his image. Looking down at the Evil Jackal King's corpse, he kicked it away.

This wasn't an unnecessary act, nor was it out of hatred.

It was a display of dominance.

The message was simple: See? The Evil Jackal King, whom you fear as a devil, I can kick away without a second thought.

This single act…

…sparked admiration in the eyes of many female Evil Chickens.

This was a real rooster.

So manly.

The Evil Rooster freed his kin, finally breathing a sigh of relief. They were all safe. Thankfully, he had returned in time. But now, he had much to consider. What should he do?

Leaving his kin here…

He felt uneasy.