Chapter 89: Chapter 80: Wicked Disciple, Are You Trying to Starve Your Master?
He told Big Gray to close early; Ye Bai needed to rest so he could have the energy to welcome the arrival of the grandmaster tomorrow.
Outside, the Mandala Grass King was cautious and vigilant.
It waited until the lights of the Fang Yuan Cultivation House were turned off before quietly emerging from the soil.
"Humans are asleep. Now is my final chance for revenge."
The Mandala Grass King muttered to itself, completely unaware that the ground was subtly trembling and a blinding light was coming from behind.
By the time the Mandala Grass King realized what was happening, it was already too late; it was completely surrounded, and the blinding light pierced into its eyes.
Tears streamed down its face once again, while its skin felt an intense burning sensation.
Those damned humans, always playing these little tricks. Looks like they’ve already discovered my presence!
The sunflowers watched curiously at this figure suddenly emerging from the ground, attempting to use force to conquer them.
It seemed quite frail and looked somewhat disreputable, its eyes shifty and cunning, clearly harboring bad intentions.
The muscles on the Mandala Grass King swelled, resembling a well-exercised muscular man.
It even had four arms, now looking like a war-torn tree person.
The Mandala Grass King gazed at the perplexed and somewhat clumsy sunflowers with a cold, cruel smile at the corner of its mouth.
It determined that now was the time to collect some interest, intending to ruthlessly tear apart the sunflowers and devour their crystal cores.
Then, it would brutally eliminate the humans.
"You must be that guy’s pet beasts, right."
"Sadly, you’ve chosen the wrong master."
The Mandala Grass King’s body continued to swell as blood red evil qi swirled around, forming a three-headed, six-armed shadow.
One of its arms was as thick as an elephant’s leg, with intertwined roots, many tendrils wrapped among them.
This was clearly not someone to trifle with; at that moment, the Mandala Grass King revealed a ferocious face, stepping step by step towards the sunflowers.
It aimed a heavy punch at the sunflowers’ direction, the air reverberating with the sound of breaking through.
The Mandala Grass King’s target was the Sunflower King.
It aimed a heavy swing at the Sunflower King’s flower plate, planning to bust its head with a single punch.
Little did it know, the Sunflower King raised its emerald leaves, blocking the Mandala Grass King’s heavy punch.
Bang.
The ground where the Sunflower King stood cracked like a spider web.
But the Sunflower King didn’t suffer any harm, looking at the Mandala Grass King with disdain, as if to say, is that all?
The Mandala Grass King stared wide-eyed in disbelief.
How could it be.
Its heavy punch could not be withstood even by a regular Tier Three pet beast.
Why could this seemingly ordinary sunflower absorb its attack?
Damn it, has its power already weakened to this extent?
Blood streaks of evil qi again wound around the Mandala Grass King as it took a deep breath, casting endless punch shadows toward the Sunflower King.
Zawadi (kidding, it’s a joke)
Bang bang bang.
Emerald leaves also formed a weighty shadow like the Thousand-Handed Guanyin.
The force of the heavy punch was directed underground by the Sunflower King.
The ground split open, but the Sunflower King remained unaffected.
The Mandala Grass King panted heavily, while the Sunflower King’s breathing was steady.
How could this creature be so abnormal, is this Cultivation House a place of hidden dragons and crouching tigers?
Observing the Mandala Grass King’s lack of continued strength, the Sunflower King swung a heavy Vine Whip at the Mandala Grass King.
A heavy thud sounded, accompanied by a scream.
"Ah ah ah."
"My handsome face, my handsome face."
The Mandala Grass King had a heavy red mark right at the center of its brow.
At that moment, the Mandala Grass King deflated like a punctured balloon, its body drastically shrinking.
"You’ve angered me now, completely angered."
"Whack."
"If you dare, hit me again!"
"Whack."
"Hmph, I will never surrender."
"Whack."
The Mandala Grass King continued to resist defiantly, while the Sunflower King paid no heed, repeatedly lashing with its Vine Whip upon it.
At first, the Mandala Grass King remained quite obstinate, constantly taunting, go ahead and hit me, I won’t surrender even if you beat me to death.
After being hit repeatedly, its face bruised and swollen, looking pig-headed, the Mandala Grass King knelt and waved a white flag in surrender.
Its ferocious fangs had been forcibly knocked out a few, now speaking with a lisp, gone was its earlier might.
"Whack."
"I’ve surrendered already, why are you still hitting me!"
The Mandala Grass King covered its face where it was struck by the Vine Whip, showing an incredulous expression as its whole body ached with burning pain.
The Sunflower King used its leaves to scratch its head, then spread its leaves, making a shoulder-shrugging gesture.
Sorry, got used to whipping so much that it’s become a conditioned reflex.
Next time I’ll certainly be more careful.
Thus, the Sunflower King summoned its subordinates to bind up the sobbing Mandala Grass King and triumphantly enter the cultivation house.
They poured the spoils onto the cultivation house’s floor, making a thumping sound.
This noise woke Ye Bai up.
Ye Bai thought thieves had entered the cultivation house.
He and Big Gray quickly opened their eyes.
Ye Bai picked up a frying pan, and Big Gray placed a cooking pot on its head, serving as protection.
With agility, the person and pet beast stealthily moved to the first floor.
The first floor was brightly lit, resembling daytime.
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