Ming Jiao: "Do You Have Any Manners?"

The dark shadow that stirred up the whirlpool lay across the lake, roughly ten zhang in size, which would be a colossal creature to an ordinary person.

"The Cry Dragon is causing trouble again!"

"Please Witch Spirit, grant me divine intervention!"

"The Cry Dragon has attacked the town three times this month, why is it here again...?"

The people around the altar did not scatter and flee. Although they were all terrified, they knelt by the altar and prayed even more devoutly.

The statue of the Witch Spirit seemed to gleam even more alluringly.

This time, Huang Donglai did not retreat to the back of the crowd, but stood next to Li Mo.

Murong Xiao gazed at the lake with some curiosity, for he had never seen any other Cry Dragon.

Li Mo squinted at the lake surface, using his Heavenly Mandate Divine Eye to observe.

Achoo!

A roaring Cry Dragon of piercing gold and splitting stone...

Anyway, the sky darkened even more, and there was a faint indication that it was going to rain.

Then a huge Cry Dragon emerged from the lake.

Its appearance is about 80% similar to the Cry Dragon that Li Mo transformed into, but there are subtle differences. The biggest difference is that it does not have prominent horns.

[Name: Wu Dameng]

[Age: 48]

[Root Bone: A hybrid of Cry Dragon and Earth Dragon.]

[Realm Level: Peak of Seventh Rank]

[Destiny: Blue]

[Comment: That night, both Cry Dragon and Earth Dragon drank too much.]

[Recent encounter: Made a pact with a town High Priest to frequently harass the town for free food and drink.]

"?"

The information displayed by the Heavenly Mandate Divine Eye was different from what Li Mo had imagined.

Then.

He then surveyed the people, whose expressions grew increasingly devout amidst their fear.

"Didn't expect that, did you! I'm back again!"

That Cry Dragon Wu Dameng could actually speak human language, but his voice was as unpleasant as fingernails scraping a blackboard.

At this moment, the High Priest wearing a bronze mask on the altar also leaped into the air, walking on the water and rushing towards the Cry Dragon.

A faint, illusory figure appeared behind him, identical to the bronze statue of the Witch Spirit.

The two sides then began to fight on the lake.

Seemingly aided by Witch Spirit, he, despite being significantly weaker, fought the Cry Dragon to the Unseen.

The difference in size between the two sides created a striking visual impact.

The people's expressions grew increasingly devout, as if drowning people had grasped at a straw.

"This shouldn't be the case."

Huang Donglai found it strange. "That Cry Dragon is obviously much stronger."

"They're harassing the village, but they're my people... No, I'm a human being..."

Murong Xiao clenched his fists, his expression revealing intense struggle.

He knew that something was wrong with his condition.

It was even worse than when he was in Divine Blade Cave; even reciting Buddhist scriptures in his heart was of no use.

Suddenly.

He felt a warmth in his arms.

Murong Xiao opened his eyes in a daze, only to see a string of relics as white as jade, radiating Buddhist light.

[Congratulations, host! You have successfully invested in Murong Xiao, helping him suppress the power of his bloodline.]

[Investment Feedback: Nine Dragon Strength Pill]

Now is not the time to tally up the rewards.

Li Mo smiled and looked at Murong Xiao:

"Brother Murong, I'm going to teach your people a lesson."

"Under the bright sun, in broad daylight!"

Murong Xiao, holding the relic, appeared even more dignified and solemn.

"I also want to help Brother Li clean house!"

"... You should rest."

He shook his head.

Amidst the gasps of the crowd, Li Mo roared:

"Brother Huang!"

"Got it, combo attack!"

Huang Donglai initially thought this combination technique was strange.

But when I think of all the rare and precious heavenly materials and earthly treasures and elixirs that Brother Li gave him, it all seems quite reasonable.

Then.

Amidst countless gazes, the two soared into the sky.

Countless people in the arena were bewildered, even forgetting to worship the Witch Spirit.

The battlefield on the lake was filled with rising steam and rolling thunder.

The two, one human and one dragon, appeared to be locked in a fierce battle, but in reality, it was all bark and no bite.

"Is that enough?"

Wu Dameng lashed out with its tail, striking the High Priest and splashing a large amount of water.

He thought to himself that he was indeed powerful; with just a slight move, he had terrified these mortals so much that they ran away in a panic.

The High Priest, regardless of rank, should be given an extra cow as a treat.

That's right.

As long as he cooperates with the High Priest's performance and pretends to be helpless against him, someone will bring him cattle and sheep afterwards.

These ordinary people are skinny and thin, barely weighing two ounces of meat.

Their lives are so hard, the food must not taste very good, nothing like beef or mutton.

Suddenly, it spotted something not far away.

"???"

Wu Dameng's massive figure paused for a moment. "This isn't what we agreed on. It was supposed to be just one person, so why were more people added halfway through?"

"If there are three people, then the pay will have to be increased!"

"Um?"

The High Priest turned around and looked as if he had seen a ghost.

"You demon, don't you dare leave!"

Li Mo raised the gleaming hammer in his hand, as if a god had descended to earth.

"Hey, this new kid's acting isn't bad."

With that thought in mind, Wu Dameng played along and charged headfirst into the boy.

The two sides are getting closer.

He realized something was wrong.

The lake water seemed to have turned into solidified iron, and suddenly it could no longer move, and its movements slowed down.

In one's eyes.

The hammer, whistling through the air, was getting closer and closer.

Li Mo descended from the sky, Settling the Wind and Waves to a crashing crash.

duang~~~

The hammer slammed down on Wu Dameng's head, the force traveling from his body to the lake's surface, sending up a spray of water.

If Wu Dameng hadn't possessed such a powerful physical body, and if Li Mo hadn't held back, it would have been for him.

It straightened out after that one hammer blow.

At this moment, in the eyes of countless people, Little Li was like a god.

"Could it be that the Cry Dragon was killed by this warrior?"

"Which Witch Spirit does he worship? He's even more powerful than our High Priest!"

"Could he be a manifestation of some kind of Witch Spirit, walking among humans?"

At this moment, Li Mo's voice came from the lakeside:

"From now on, there will be no more chaos caused by the Cry Dragon. Everyone, get up."

The words had barely left his mouth.

The figure then carried the Cry Dragon's body and drifted away.

The crowd was momentarily bewildered. This Witch Spirit hadn't left his name; how would they worship him in the future?

Who exactly are you people?

"I don't want more pay. Let's talk this out."

Wu Dameng never dreamed that after acting in so many plays, this time it would actually be for real.

That's incredibly unsportsmanlike!

Why did you attack the villages and towns?

Murong Xiao asked seriously.

"We need to eat..."

After finishing speaking, Wu Dameng cautiously asked:

"May I ask you gentlemen, what do you intend to do?"

"It's not a big deal, really."

Li Mo coughed lightly, deciding to first calm the Cry Dragon down.

"Requesting Barbie to sculpt a cow?"

"?"

The Cry Dragon fell silent immediately, a question mark appearing on its enormous head.

Are you polite?

He couldn't possibly agree to something so outrageous!