"Trash! A bunch of trash! Several hundred of you searched for one woman, yet not only did you lose her, more than a dozen of you even vanished! Trash! A bunch of trash!"
Just as Ye Zhen and Instructor Liao Feibai were talking atop Cloud Winged Tiger King Xiao Mao's back, on Yin Yang Island some distance away, Second Island Master Yang Beng was flying into a rage inside his quiet room!
At this moment, Second Island Master Yang Beng—his hair, brows, and beard all crimson—heaved like a bellows, his chest rising and falling violently. At the height of his fury, he kicked at Third Steward Miao Tong, who was kneeling before him.
Yet strangely, when that kick landed squarely on Third Steward Miao Tong's chest, Miao Tong's body did not even sway. Instead, Second Island Master Yang Beng himself staggered back several steps and fell flat on his backside.
The moment this happened, Yang Beng's face twisted into a savage grimace as he roared hysterically, "Bastard, are you trying to rebel? Huh?
"Do you think that just because I've been poisoned, I can't deal with you?"
Third Steward Miao Tong's face had nearly wrinkled into a bitter melon. He was wronged beyond words!
Heaven bear witness, he had not used even a trace of spirit energy just now. Who would have thought he would send his own Island Master sprawling onto the ground?
In the end, it was still because his Island Master had been poisoned!
As he hurriedly kowtowed and begged forgiveness, he could not help inwardly marveling at the poison's terrifying potency.
It had been four whole days since Second Island Master Yang Beng had been ambushed by that woman named Instructor Liao Feibai, whom he had brought back. Yet Yang Beng's soul was still paralyzed. He