Damn it! Something's not right!
I don't care if my little aunties are obedient or not!
In the ensuing silence, the Yin-Yang King felt extremely confused. In fact, there was one thing the little Taoist nun had said wrong: even if he were hiding in the mountains, he would know about the infamous suit-wearing thugs of the Eastern Kingdom!
He once said, "What kind of 'suit-wearing thugs' are they? They don't live as carefree as him. They're all just empty names!"
But now...
Yin Yang King stared blankly at his own hands, then at Fang Zong's unharmed chest, and finally at Fang Zong's eyes.
Fang Zong's eyes were pitch black, as deep as a pool at the bottom of the earth, but from the 'pool' a pure blue flame surged out, incomparably pure and incomparably terrifying!
Fang Zong advanced.
Fang Zong's spell has been upgraded!
[Unreasonable, truly unreasonable!]
The Yin-Yang King burst into tears, looking at Fang Zong as if he were a prehistoric Tyrannosaurus Rex. Even when Fang Zong reached out and removed the hand that was gripping the little Taoist nun's neck, and comforted her beside him, he remained motionless.
I dare not move!
Waaah, this is my Yin-Yang Reincarnation Claw, my last bit of power!
That's enough power to kill a fourth-stage mages!
You just took it all on?
You fucking... you even advanced?
You're being completely unreasonable!
The Yin-Yang King was on the verge of tears. Fang Zong glanced at him with a smile and shook his head, saying, "Not bad, it's just a pity that it's not the Yin Mountain Ghost King. I think the Yin Mountain Ghost King is even more powerful than you."
As he spoke, he exhaled a breath of stale air, and as he expanded his chest, it made a sound like the roar of a fierce tiger.
I just got hit by the Yin-Yang King, which was pretty good; I managed to touch a ball of cold iron ghost energy.
The Cold Iron Ghost Qi reached a quantity of fifteen clusters, and the True Yang Qi (Demon) immediately advanced to the fourth stage.
This was a huge success, and well, it would have been even better if it had been a little bigger.
Fang Zong observed the Yin-Yang King very carefully, and when he noticed that the Yin-Yang King's aura was weakening, he touched the Yin-Yang King's forehead with great pity.
Yin Yang King: "...Haha, hahahaha, hello big boss!"
This is a monster, even more unreasonable than those two little aunts!
They're just being unreasonable in terms of logic, but you, a mere level three martial arts practitioner, are being unreasonable in terms of strength too!
Just give me a taste of my own medicine... never mind, I won't say anything more. Hello, boss, I'm a very good person...
The Yin-Yang King tried his best to make a very obedient expression, but it was still ugly.
Fang Zong stared at the Yin-Yang King and laughed for a while. He then pinched the little Taoist nun's chin and turned it to the side. He found that although the little Taoist nun's neck was bruised from being pinched, her bones were not broken. He pinched out some flames that would not harm the human body and cleared away the bloodstains on the little Taoist nun's neck.
He asked the young Taoist nun, "You're injured, how do you want him to compensate you?"
The young nun remained silent, and the young Taoist priests all lowered their heads, trembling.
My God, they're suit-wearing thugs!
The evil sect's survival manual says: when you see a thug in a suit, kneel down and walk!
They can't be considered a true evil sect; their conduct is quite upright. However, because they practice techniques that manipulate ghosts, they are somehow associated with evil sects.
I was just thinking they could survive if the suit-wearing thugs were here, but now that I see this... can they survive?
Fang Zong noticed that the young Taoist nun remained silent, lit a cigarette, and chuckled, "Shall we have him dance for you?"
The young Taoist nun suddenly looked up, her eyes shining: "Really?"
A level 4 demon, a demon that needs an entire squad of suit-wearing thugs to hunt down, and you want her to dance for you?
She'll have plenty to brag about for the rest of her life!
Fang Zong nodded: "Really." He then glared at the Yin-Yang King, sneered, and blew a puff of cigarette smoke into the King's face, cursing, "Aren't you going to jump?"
Yin Yang King nodded hurriedly: "Thank you, boss! I'm the dancing boss!"
He no longer refers to himself as "this seat," and is very well-behaved.
So, after thinking it over, the Yin-Yang King started dancing the Yangko. The young Taoist priests were no longer afraid and pulled the young Taoist nun over, where they began to discuss among themselves.
"Tsk tsk, look at how that butt is wiggling."
"Even though it looks awful, why do I feel so good about it?"
"That suit-wearing thug general really knows how to play! I admire him! Idol added to my list!"
While they were chatting quietly, Li Xiaoran and Xue Nuo landed next to Fang Zong. One was as cold and aloof as ever, while the other was munching on an ice cream cone as usual.
They didn't know what trick Fang Zong was playing, or if it was simply a case of bad taste.
But who cares?
As long as Ah Zong is happy.
Half an hour later, the chatter stopped; the young Taoist priests were tired of talking.
An hour later, the Yin-Yang King was sweating profusely. He was dancing normally using only the power of his ghost form, but his physical strength was greatly depleted.
But he didn't mind, and he jumped as hard as he could.
He roared inwardly, his voice dark and menacing: "Fine! I'll jump! I'll jump shamelessly! You wait, you suit-wearing thugs, you just wait! You eight-armed demons, you just wait! You explosive girl, you just wait too!"
Once I've recovered my demonic energy, I'll run away immediately!
Once I've recovered, I'll pose those two girls in 108 different ways and start messing with them right in front of you, you suit-wearing thug!
I, the King of Yin and Yang, swear to avenge this!
The Yin-Yang King grew increasingly smug and pleased with himself. Two hours later, as everyone yawned with boredom, he asked Fang Zong with a respectful expression:
"Boss, can I leave now?"
Fang Zong blinked: "Almost recovered?"
"What?"
The Yin-Yang King instinctively sensed something was wrong; ghostly energy surged up, and he tried to run close to the ground.
Unexpectedly, the ground suddenly crackled and exploded, sparks flying everywhere, blasting him into the air. He tried to escape, but was frozen by Li Xiaoran's icy blade energy, slowing the ghost's speed by more than ten times.
"It looks like he's almost fully recovered." Fang Zong walked over and touched the hilt of the knife.
The Yin-Yang King's eyes widened, and he was completely stunned.
You're going to wait for me to recover? And then you're going to kill me?
No, I haven't fully recovered yet!
"Boss, I can recover a little bit more." Yin Yang King quickly said with a smile.
Fang Zong sensed the Yin-Yang King's ghostly aura and slapped him hard: "Recover quickly!"
Yin Yang King quickly sat down to meditate and regulate his breathing. "Fine, let me recover, I'll try my best to recover my ghostly energy. Don't let me find a chance to escape..." "Slap!" Another slap sent Yin Yang King spinning away, rolling on the ground like a top.
"You're recovering too slowly!"
Fang Zong grabbed the Yin-Yang King's head and touched it directly!
"Dingdang, congratulations to the Summoner for having a lucky streak! You've found one of the Yin-Yang King Fragments (Blue)!"
"Double kill! Congratulations to the summoner for a lucky streak! You've obtained the second (blue) fragment of the Yin-Yang King!"
"triblekill, congratulations to the summoner for getting a triple lucky draw! You've found the third (blue) fragment of the Yin-Yang King!"
Fang Zong: "..."
These are three blue fragments in a row?
Now that I've collected them all, I can summon a Soul Slave?
Fang Zong suddenly felt that his luck was even better than before.
If you can get it with such a low probability, how lucky are you?
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