Flame Wheel Nine Heavens Break, Slaying a Fourth-Tier Magic Beast!

The Ten Thousand Medicines Hall was quite spacious, its moonlight stones hanging on the walls illuminating the shop as brightly as day.

There were quite a few people in the shop at the moment, and the clerks were all exceedingly busy, so no one came to attend to Meng Chen, who had just entered.

Meng Chen swept his gaze across the transparent counters and spotted the Blood Lotus Essence among the Yellow Lotus Essence.

Meng Chen asked a clerk to bring him that piece of Blood Lotus Essence.

Taking the medicinal ingredient, he lightly scratched it with his fingernail. Beneath its yellowed skin was a deep crimson color like fresh blood, along with a strange bloody smell.

This had originally been Xiao Yan's opportunity, but Meng Chen was not so pedantic.

Although he and Xiao Yan could be considered friends, Yao Lao not only did not treat him as Xiao Yan's friend, but also wanted to fleece him.

The wool came from the sheep. Xiao Yan could bear the credit and blame for Yao Lao's actions. Perfectly reasonable!

After leaving the Ten Thousand Medicines Hall, Meng Chen brought Qinglin to an inn and rented a superior room.

That evening, Hai Bodong returned.

"Little Divine King, that Xiao Yixian has entered the Magic Beast Mountains."

Meng Chen's eyes narrowed slightly at those words.

After renting the room during the day, he had told Hai Bodong to keep an eye on Xiao Yixian, waiting for her to go treasure-hunting alone.

Then, Meng Chen gently instructed Qinglin, "Qinglin, stay at the inn and don't run around. Elder Hai and I are going out to the Magic Beast Mountains to take care of something."

The little snake beauty nodded obediently and said softly, "Mm. Qinglin will wait obediently for Young Master to return."

Meng Chen reached out and patted Qinglin's little head. Beside him, a pair of icy blue Dou Qi wings, seemingly formed from ice crystals, spread from Hai Bodong's back, radiating bone-piercing chill.

The crystalline wings flapped. Hai Bodong placed one hand on Meng Chen's shoulder, using Dou Qi to hold Meng Chen's body in place as he carried him out of the inn and flew toward the Magic Beast Mountains.

The Magic Beast Mountains were vast and boundless, with countless mountains and valleys crisscrossing one another in endless undulations like giant pythons coiled upon the earth. Lush vegetation flourished throughout, and many magic beasts lived there. Danger lurked everywhere.

Even Battle Emperor experts could not remain there for long.

Hai Bodong brought Meng Chen down into a dense forest. More than ten li away stood a great mountain dozens of zhang high, its slopes covered in towering ancient trees. Tiger roars and ape cries echoed through it, while baleful aura gathered and lingered without end.

The instant he landed, however, a purple-black spider nearly two meters wide suddenly dropped from above and lunged at Meng Chen's handsome face. Its hideous mouthparts dripped venom, sending chills down one's spine and provoking disgust.

Meng Chen's expression shifted slightly as he rapidly retreated, dodging the purple-black spider's face-hugging attack.

Before Hai Bodong could act, a gilded long spear carved with dragon patterns appeared in Meng Chen's hand. The spear shot forth like a dragon, unleashing powerful force that instantly killed the venomous spider and blasted it into a pile of mangled flesh.

"As expected of the Magic Beast Mountains. Danger really is everywhere."

Looking at the heap of spider flesh on the ground, Meng Chen still felt lingering fear.

It was his first time in the Magic Beast Mountains, and he had underestimated the level of danger here. He had nearly been ambushed the moment he arrived. He would have to be twice as careful.

Looking at the spider remains that gave off a foul stench, disgust filled Meng Chen's eyes. He exerted force through his arm and lightly shook the Coiling Dragon Spear, scattering the stinking flesh and blood from its shaft.

This sudden attack greatly heightened Meng Chen's vigilance. His eyes surveyed the area ahead, and the slightly relaxed mood he had felt under Hai Bodong's protection immediately tightened.

The Magic Beast Mountains were still the Magic Beast Mountains. The dangers they contained could not be underestimated.

"Elder Hai, how is it?"

Meng Chen asked Hai Bodong whether he could sense Xiao Yixian's aura.

Hai Bodong nodded and raised a hand to point in a direction.

Holding the Coiling Dragon Spear, Meng Chen continued onward. Along the way, he encountered some poisonous creatures and magic beasts, all of which he killed without letting Hai Bodong intervene.

He also wanted to test what level his own strength had reached.

The Coiling Dragon Spear in his hand was a low-grade Saint Artifact given to him by Qing Yanjing. A True Dragon essence soul was sealed within it, granting it innate dragon might that could somewhat intimidate beasts.

Yet throughout the journey, Meng Chen encountered attacks from quite a few magic beasts.

Meng Chen was deeply puzzled.

Wasn't the Coiling Dragon Spear supposed to intimidate beasts? Why was it completely useless?

Or was his luck simply that bad?

Meng Chen looked at the Coiling Dragon Spear in his hand. There had been a saying in his previous life: "Lancers have E-rank luck since ancient times." Could it really have come true?

But then he revealed a faint self-mocking smile. He was not some island dog, so that saying could not possibly apply to him.

Casually pinning a snake-like magic beast that lunged down from a tree to death, Meng Chen continued onward.

As he ventured deeper, Meng Chen could feel more and more vicious gazes around him, each one stronger than the last and filled with greed for a sumptuous meal.

It made Meng Chen shudder. What exactly was on him that had drawn so many magic beasts here?

Even Hai Bodong was astonished. He had not released his pressure, but he was still a dignified Battle Emperor. It was one thing if these magic beasts did not flee, but they actually dared to covet them?!

In the eyes of the magic beasts hiding in the shadows, Meng Chen exuded an enticing aura from head to toe. He was like Tang Monk's flesh—eating him would allow them to advance to a higher level.

The temptation of the Divine King Physique's flesh and blood made them ignore the intimidation of dragon might!

Meng Chen's gaze turned solemn as he tightened his grip on the Coiling Dragon Spear, which was stained with the blood of many magic beasts. The spearpoint revealed its sharp edge, cold light spilling in every direction.

He watched his surroundings warily, his steps shifting lightly yet landing heavily and firmly, leaving one footprint after another in the earth.

The magic beasts emerged from the forest one after another: Rockhorn Boars, Silverwind Wolves, Baleful Flood Dragon Leopards, Three-Tailed Ice Foxes, and more.

Although they were only second- and third-tier magic beasts, even a Dou Ling would meet a bitter end when faced with such a huge pack.

For a moment, the atmosphere was taut with tension.

The magic beasts glared fiercely, opening their bloody maws to reveal fangs that had never been cleaned. Foul-smelling saliva dripped onto the ground as their legs bent, ready to spring.

So long as Meng Chen made another move, they would rush forward and fight him together.

"How dare you!!!"

Seeing this, Hai Bodong shouted and decisively stepped in front of Meng Chen. Battle Emperor pressure burst from his body and swept over the magic beasts!

The magic beasts surrounding Meng Chen felt the pressure of a Battle Emperor expert, and their reason, which had been clouded by the temptation of the Divine King Physique's flesh and blood, instantly returned.

The terrifying aura belonging to a Battle Emperor made their beastly bodies tremble. Fear appeared in their eyes, and they frantically abandoned Meng Chen, that piece of Tang Monk's flesh, before fleeing in panic.

However, just as the group of magic beasts fled, a foul wind suddenly swept in, making the forest rustle loudly. Deep growls accompanied it, filling one's heart with terror.

Meng Chen's hairs instantly stood on end as a grave sense of danger descended upon him. He abruptly turned to look westward, and Hai Bodong looked in the same direction.

A massive Winged White Tiger more than ten meters long slowly emerged from the forest with a low growl. Its tiger body bore not a single mottled marking, pure white as snow, and its claws were incomparably sharp, glinting with cold light.

A pair of wings several zhang wide grew from its back, surrounded by extremely dense wind-attributed energy. Its tiger tail, more than three meters long, was as hard as refined iron. As it swayed, the wind howled, snapping even the towering trees five or six meters thick beside it...