On the long street of the imperial city, in a secluded alleyway, in front of Fang Fang's Little Store.
The cold moonlight spilled down from the heavens, shining on a fat black dog that was strutting its enchanting cat-like steps in the alleyway, leaving a long shadow on the ground.
Blacky calmly gazed at the bald donkey in front of him. A bald donkey that dared to stab the Lord Gou with a dagger...
At this moment, Shang De felt as if ten thousand large black dogs were galloping through his mind. The fat dog in front of him actually … actually knew how to speak. What was up with a dog that knew how to talk?
Forcefully suppressing the fear in his heart, he crawled up from the ground. His mind raced and he quickly figured out the situation.
"A dog that knows how to talk … What the f * ck! Don't tell me this is the terrifying spirit beast that Zhao Musheng mentioned? " It was as if a bolt of lightning had flashed through the young monk's heart, instantly illuminating the haze. He looked at the black dog as if he had seen a ghost.
The powerful spirit beast that he had been guarding against for half a day turned out to be the target of his sneak attack today. At this moment, Shang De really wanted to curse. His eyes were filled with tears and his face was filled with grief and indignation. He felt like he had been deeply deceived.
How could a powerful spirit beast be a fat dog? How could a fat dog be a powerful spirit beast?
Blacky strutted its cat-like steps, the corners of its mouth curled up into a human-like mocking smile. Shang De's heart palpitated at the sight. He suddenly felt a little regretful. Why did he come looking for trouble with this black dog just to satisfy his momentary desire for good food?
"From your body … Lord Gou, I can feel a killing intent," Blacky calmly said. Its voice was extremely gentle and magnetic.
"Why would you feel a killing intent toward a dog?" Lord Gou calmly asked as he stopped his cat-like steps and looked at Shang De.
The young monk's eyes widened, then he abruptly slapped his head. Then, under the indifferent gaze of the Lord Gou, he abruptly rose from the ground and stomped on the wall, intending to escape into the distance in an instant.
Blacky looked at the flustered bald donkey and stuck out its tongue to lick the dainty dog paw that was gently raised.
"I'm asking you a question, why are you running?"
Blacky mumbled to itself. Then, its doggy paw suddenly swung toward Shang De's back.
There was only one thought in Shang De's mind right now, and that was to run. It was as though his heart was overturning the seas.
Although he couldn't sense any spiritual energy fluctuations from the fat dog, he couldn't summon the slightest desire to resist when he looked at it. That feeling … was the same as when he faced the eighth grade spirit beast in the Endless Desert.
At that time, he was only a fifth grade Battle-King. Facing an eighth grade spirit beast was the same as now.
Oh … that eighth-grade spirit beast could speak as well.
What the hell! When encountering a talking spirit beast, there was only one thing to do, run!
Bang!
The moment the word 'run' appeared in Sha Mi's mind, a frightening pressure surged from behind him. Sha Mi's body stiffened and he was slammed to the ground, unable to move.
"Tell me, why did I use a dagger to stab you, Lord Gou, in the middle of the night?" Blacky raised its dainty dog paw and muttered.
The young monk's face was filled with fear. It was as if all the muscles in his body were shackled by frightening shackles, rendering him unable to move at all … This feeling of threat was even more frightening than the one he felt when facing the eighth grade spirit beast!
What the hell, this dog!
"Lord Gou has a feeling that you, bald donkey, are up to no good. Why don't you tell me? Or else this will be your fate … "Lord Gou said.
Crack!
The young monk was sprawled on the ground, cold sweat pouring out of his body. His pupils suddenly constricted as he saw the floor tile near his head shatter into pieces … A small dog paw print appeared on it.
"Lord Gou, Brother Dog! I say … you have to be magnanimous! "The young monk was on the verge of tears. How could he bully someone like this?
"Hmm?"
Blacky snorted and rolled its eyes. What a cowardly bald donkey.
"I came here late at night because … I admire your mighty and majestic figure, Lord Gou, so I wanted to …" The young monk Shang De's head was covered in cold sweat. Should he speak … or not?
"So what do you want?" Lord Gou glared at him and asked.
"So I wanted … to borrow a piece of dog meat and have a taste!" The young monk's heart trembled and he immediately spat out the words he was hesitating about. His mouth twitched and his heart trembled. Damn it!
Sure enough, in the next moment, a terrifying pressure surged out from behind him!
"Are you saying that you want to eat dog meat?!"
Boom!!
As if a terrifying beast had awakened from its slumber, the oppressive energy instantly enveloped the entire Imperial City.
At this moment, the entire Imperial City was in an uproar. All the Battle-Saints who were sleeping soundly were so scared that they almost peed their pants. They suddenly opened their eyes and rushed out of their rooms. Their hearts trembled as they felt the terrifying aura that enveloped the entire Imperial City.
This aura … was too majestic!
At this moment, no matter which Battle-Saint it was, they were all trembling.
In the inn, Ni Yan opened her eyes. With a slight twist of her slender figure, she rose into the air and dashed out of the room.
A delicate figure followed behind her.
"Sister Ni Yan … this aura! Could it be an eighth grade spirit beast? " Ye Ziling didn't know when, but she had already retrieved the longbow that she had been carrying on her back. She gripped it tightly, her palms filled with sweat.
"No … this aura is a little strange. It seems to be even more vigorous than an eighth grade spirit beast, and …" Ni Yan frowned. She felt that this aura was somewhat familiar, as if she had sensed it somewhere before.
"No matter what, the Imperial City is about to fall into chaos!" Ni Yan murmured.
...
"Miss, do we still make a move?" Master Ah Wu's body trembled. Sensing the aura, his face turned ugly.
There was actually such a terrifying existence in the Imperial City. This aura was no weaker than that of the Manor Lord! Since when did the Light Wind Imperial City have such a deep foundation?
"No! While they are all stunned by this aura, let's make a move and rescue them! "Wu Yunbai clenched her teeth and said.
Master Ah Wu's face froze. Alright, it seemed like they had to make a move. They left the serpent-man Ah Ni at the door to act as backup. With a leap, the two of them flipped over the wall and entered.
...
The young monk was trembling all over. I said I wouldn't say it, look at you … you're so angry just because I said it!
The young monk's heart was filled with bitterness. He really just wanted to catch a fat dog and eat its meat. Who would have thought that a fat dog that was almost the size of a pig would be such a terrifying existence hidden in the shadows.
"Eat dog meat?! Who gave you the guts to eat dog meat? "Blacky was enraged. Its fur was glowing brightly.
Boom boom!
The bricks on the ground couldn't withstand its aura and crumbled into pieces.
"Lord Gou! Let's talk this out! " A burst of light burst forth and the Buddhist aura enveloped the young monk. He actually broke through Blacky's pressure and leaped up. A faint image of a giant Buddha appeared around him.
Bang!!
However, before he could say anything else, a monstrous dog paw viciously smashed into him. The Buddhist aura shattered like fragile glass.
The young monk shot out like a shooting star. His body was almost scorched in midair.
His night clothes were torn and the skin on his body was torn. His entire body looked like it was squashed flat as he spat out blood.
Boom boom!
A loud sound came from the Imperial City in the dark night. Terrifying waves of energy spread out before everything returned to normal.
The city walls at the edge of the Imperial City … were deeply caved in. A huge pit appeared and bricks fell from it.
A figure struggled out with great difficulty. His entire body was dripping with blood as he stood up shakily. From his chest, a broken Buddhist Sarira fell out.
"That damned fat dog … Cough cough, what bad luck!"
The young monk Shang De was completely covered in blood. He was frightened out of his wits. If not for that precious Buddhist sarira blocking most of the attack for him, he would have been turned into minced meat by now.
After eating dog meat all day, he was finally beaten by a dog … He reaped what he sowed.
Dragging his broken body, the young monk's heart was filled with sorrow as he walked toward Zhao Musheng's mansion.
...
The black puppy was fuming with white smoke from its nose. It only shook its head after the young monk was out of sight. With a snort, it lay down by the door again.
Upstairs, Bu Fang leaned against the window and helplessly curled his lips as he looked at the shattered ground of the alleyway.
"I told you to be gentle. Be careful of the floor tiles. You broke them again."
It seemed like he would have to call someone to repair it tomorrow. Bu Fang sighed. He closed the window, climbed into bed, and went back to sleep.
Tonight, all the Battle-Saints in the Imperial City would have insomnia.
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