Playing the Victim Before Others, Making a Killing

The commotion had grown too large.

Lu Zhigang had originally planned to finish things quietly and leave, but the appearance of the little beast had thrown nearly all his plans into disarray.

Clearly, this little beast had secretly eaten Crimson Palm Blossom, and changes had already occurred within its body. It was far beyond an ordinary exotic beast, even beyond a Beast Phantom, and could even rival a Mighty Warrior.

The sounds of battle spread in every direction, alerting everyone that something had happened.

"Hmm!"

The ambushed Witch Clan Martial Artists sensed trouble in the Medicine Field and all turned to look behind them.

There, they saw a man and a beast fighting tooth and nail. Where had these two popped out from?

At the same time, Gong Jinhuan and Mao Lang, master and disciple lying in ambush near the Medicine Field, also noticed. "Hmm, this aura isn't Poison Grand Peak's. It's Poison Goose Lu Zhigang, the one who usurped power."

They were not particularly surprised. Lu Zhigang had only recently advanced to the Mighty Warrior Realm. It was highly likely that he had not obtained Poison Grand Peak's inheritance, so it was understandable that he had come scavenging because he was dirt poor.

But where had that little beast come from, to be able to fight Lu Zhigang to a standstill?

"Foster Father, I owe him a favor. I have to help him this time."

Mao Lang was seized by Gong Jinhuan. "Repay a favor, is that it? With your little bit of strength, what can you help with? Let your foster father do it for you."

He took a bare wooden plank from his back. Its ends were pointed and its middle broad, shaped like a shoulder pole.

Gong Jinhuan gripped the middle of the pole, loosely clasped