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Chapter 401: Beast Tamer

Chapter 401: Chapter 401: Beast Tamer

"Young brother, I met you by mere chance, no previous quarrels, why must you make it difficult for me?"

"Hehe..."

The youth’s laughter was wild and arrogant, "Qin Wuya died by your hand, truly a worthy end. My Magic Flute has rarely been used, today with just a slight move, to be defeated twice in a row, I really didn’t expect that!"

Nani?

Defeated twice in a row? Isn’t it just a Snow Mastiff?

Xiao Zheng was quite annoyed by the youth’s prematurely old manner, saying displeasedly, "That little shark, that was your masterpiece too, right?"

"Sigh!"

The youth leaned against a coconut tree, gently sighing, "Xiao Bai is injured, Xiao Hui is blind, all thanks to your ’gifts’, kid, you’ve forced my hand."

What?

Calling me a kid at such a young age? What a big mouth!

Xiao Zheng grew impatient, waved his hand dismissively, "Today’s slaughter has been enough, I don’t want to see more bloodshed, you can go, I’ll spare your life."

"Jie jie jie jie..."

Suddenly, the youth’s voice changed, becoming hoarse and ancient, like a night owl, and his figure also began to grow taller and broader.

In the end, he transformed into an old man weathered by the ages, his face lined with wrinkles and age spots.

"What arrogance, youngster! I, Huang Wen, have come here firstly for Qin Wuya and secondly for Golden Bone."

"Old thing, your skills are indeed rare, but, you’re destined to end up a pile of bones." Xiao Zheng’s expression gradually turned cold, seeing as he was a thief, there was no need to be polite.

Disturbing me every other day, do you take me for someone made of mud?

After this affair, I must annihilate the thieves and restore clarity to the world.

Huang Wen nodded calmly, his old face filled with regret, saying faintly, "Had you been born 30 years earlier, you would definitely have heard of me. Even Zhu Chanji wouldn’t dare touch me."

"Hmm?"

Xiao Zheng’s gaze flickered furiously, Old Zhu wouldn’t dare to lay a finger on him? Impossible, right?

"Old thing, I don’t care if you are Huang Wen or a dirty movie, today you’re fated to fall."

"Is that so?"

Huang Wen sneered coldly, took out the Bone Flute, and started playing it hauntingly with a ghost-like wail.

Suddenly, rustling sounds came from the forest, as if something was moving through, quite creepy.

Moreover, the Snow Mastiff too was crouching, ready to pounce.

"Eh?"

Xiao Zheng was irritated by this eerie magic sound, his heart chilled, "These darn thieves are indeed bizarre, Qin Wuya like a master of disguises, this Huang Wen like a Beast Tamer."

Damn, even if the Guanyin herself came, I’d still make your peach blossoms bloom!

Thinking this, Xiao Zheng sank his Qi to his Dantian, activated his Gang Yuan, his aura soared, reaching its peak.

"Playing tricks!"

"Jie jie jie... My Dragon’s Dance, you can’t stop it."

I’ll cut the grass.

Dragon’s Dance? What’s flying?

Weird, damn weird!

Xiao Zheng’s senses were heightened to the extreme, his gaze sharp as lightning. Finally, the rustling in the forest approached.

Fuck me, you call that Dragons? They’re just a bunch of venomous snakes.

That guy, all sorts of snakes, bamboo leaf green, Five-step Snake, Cobra, Viper, Black Mamba... countless kinds.

"Old thing, you really think highly of me!"

"Evil God, huh? This old man wants to see if you’re more evil or the snakes more venomous?"

Huang Wen put away the Bone Flute, hands behind his back, watching coldly.

"Fuck your ancestors!"

Xiao Zheng picked up a stick, his body twisting and darting around the coconut trees, every leap smashing a venomous snake’s head, his movement technique was so agile it was dazzling to behold.

"Just venomous snakes, afraid of what! "

"Uh..."

Huang Wen was bewildered, damn, need he be this fierce? Could it be that the Evil God is an Innate Master? His movement technique is too awesome.

"Xiao Bai, go!"

After speaking, his gaze turned solemn. Huang Wen took out the bone flute again and played it slowly. This time, it sounded as sorrowful as a cuckoo weeping blood.

"Chirp!"

A falcon’s cry came from above, and Xiao Zheng looked up, breaking out in a cold sweat.

It was actually a Golden Eagle!

This damn old man is too freakishly weird. He may as well go control a blue whale.

"Damn it, one comes, I’ll take one down; two come, I’ll take them both!"

"Swoosh! Chirp!"

"Smack! Ow!"

After a frenzy of swinging his stick, the Snow Mastiff had one of its hind legs badly mauled, and the Golden Eagle had one of its sharp claws broken.

With cries of agony, they fled.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss..."

"Swish, swish, swish... to hell with it!"

Xiao Zheng finally landed steadily on the ground, his cold gaze staring disdainfully at Huang Wen.

Around him, several snakes with their heads smashed were still twitching, shivering...

"Old man, what other tricks do you have? Just bring it on, I’ll take them all."

"You!"

A flicker of panic crossed Huang Wen’s face. Damn it! Hundreds of top-tier poisonous snakes just died so miserably, all the work of his life.

"You forced this on me!"

"Huh?"

Xiao Zheng’s heart shuddered, watching the old man’s eyes that seemed ready to unleash a big move; he was actually quite excited.

Then, he stopped smiling, only to see a giant centipede, about a meter long, rapidly approaching. It was glowing faintly, much faster than the Snow Mastiff, Golden Eagle, and the snakes.

"Boy, don’t chicken out, keep going!" Huang Wen sneered cruelly, showing his big black teeth.

"Swish, swish, swish..."

The giant centipede, worthy of the name ’hundred-legged worm,’ crawled sinuously, emitting a creepy low hiss as if its mouthparts were frantically clicking.

"Hmph!"

Xiao Zheng snorted coldly, his robe fluttering as he explosively sprang up onto a coconut tree.

"Huang Wen, just a centipede, and you call that a big move?"

"Hehehe..."

Huang Wen’s face twisted, his eyes showing pity as he snorted angrily, "Kid, if it were just this, how could it be my trump card? You’re in for it now."

Xiao Zheng’s face tightened, looking down at the giant centipede that was loitering under the tree, lifting its glossy black head.

As expected.

The giant centipede adjusted its position, shrinking its body slightly back before suddenly thrusting forward, spewing a pale green liquid toward Xiao Zheng.

"Damn it!"

Xiao Zheng’s heart tightened. He had seen similar centipedes before in the Amazon Jungle, although not as big, but just as venomously deadly.

It could even poison a Python to death, let alone a human.

His figure shot out in an instant, his stick hurtling toward the giant centipede like a whizzing locust.

"Die!"

"Bang!"

The giant centipede, with its agile body, swiftly dodged. The stick smashed into the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Huang Wen’s face was lined with frustration, as if he had made some sort of resolution, took out the bone flute again, and began to play a haunting tune that was different from before, like the cry of a ghost, catching one off guard.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss..."

The giant centipede suddenly seemed like a marionette, swaying left and right, trying to lock onto Xiao Zheng’s figure.

"Go to hell!"

Xiao Zheng darted from one coconut tree to another, casually plucking coconuts and hurling them at the giant centipede.

Really thought it was the centipede spirit from ’Journey to the West’? Ridiculous!