Everything had come about through chance and coincidence. By rights, a tiny place like that should never have produced an old monster at the Tribulation Transcendence level.
But it just so happened that one had appeared.
And it was the ruthless Thunder Snake Venerable, no less.
Originally, although Thunder Snake Venerable had a sinister and vicious nature, Fairy Rubing had, after all, had no grudge or enmity with him. The gap in their strength could not even be measured in miles.
To put it bluntly, in his eyes, Meng Rubing was nothing more than a tiny ant.
Whether in sentiment or reason, the two sides should never have had any intersection.
But Fairy Rubing's luck had truly been far too rotten.
To use a simple and common idiom, when the city gate catches fire, the fish in the moat suffer.
In that obscure little place, an extraordinary treasure had actually appeared.
Thunder Snake Venerable had come to search for treasure.
Unfortunately, he was not the only powerful existence to arrive there.
A powerful True Spirit had also arrived right on schedule.
There were too many monks and too little porridge, so next, victory would inevitably have to be decided by strength.
Thunder God Venerable counted as an impressive powerhouse.
But compared with that powerful True Spirit, he was still slightly inferior.
The result of the fight was that he was beaten black and blue, sent rolling and crawling in a sorry state, and in the end, the treasure he had taken a liking to was snatched away by the other party.
There was no need to mention the suffocation in his heart. His gloom had accumulated to an unbearable degree, and he wanted to vent the fury inside him.
By sheer coincidence, there really were some onlookers nearby.
Including Meng