I proved immortality through the imperial examination.

Chapter 127 Harvest
The mountain wind howled, the sea of ​​fog rolled, and the entrance to the miasma valley was as cold and eerie as a ghost cave.

Ning Qianjun sneered, "A mere Qi Refining Realm cultivator dares to show off."

You're getting all worked up over saying you're fat.

Consider these monkeys a gift from me; you can get lost now.

As the words fell, the valley seemed even more secluded.

A gust of wind swept through, carrying with it a stench and a faint, low growl, which drifted from the mist, sending chills down one's spine.

"What are you saying? You've taken over this entire Miasma Valley?"

Upon hearing Xue Xiang's words, Ning Qianjun and several other students with patronage changed color simultaneously.

"You know about the Miasma Valley? Who said that? There's a treacherous person in our Yinsheng clan."

Ning Qianjun was furious.

He had thought Xue Xiang had stumbled upon this place by accident, but now it seemed that was not the case at all.

“Brother Xue, we arrived first, and you arrived later. I respect your literary talent, and you should know when to step back.”

Xia Li's long face trembled slightly.

Previously, when Ning Qianjun used the Blood Fruit to lure the Winged Ghost-Faced Monkey to attack Xue Xiang, Xia Li and Su Zhongsheng expressed their dissatisfaction with Ning Qianjun.

But this does not mean that he would condone Xue Xiang's encroachment on the interests that rightfully belong to the Yinsheng.

In truth, Xue Xiang didn't necessarily have to enter the miasma valley.

He had planned to leave and hunt in another place.

Seeing Ning Qianjun and Xia Li's reactions, he suddenly felt it necessary to go inside the miasma valley to explore.

Upon further reflection, with such a commotion outside, only a dozen or so two-winged ghost-faced monkeys rushed out, but not a single white-level monkey appeared, which seemed rather strange.

"Gentlemen, this is not a restaurant or inn. There is no such thing as first come, first served. Only the strong get it."

Having said that, Xue Xiang took a step forward, his whole body becoming like smoke and mist.

With a flourish of his Wind-Stopping Step, his figure swiftly and lightly swept across the rocky slope ahead.

In an instant, the white-clad figure flashed through the mist and disappeared into the valley entrance.

"Xue Xiang!"

Ning Qianjun was furious.

They have a grand plan in this miasma valley and are waiting for Yinsheng's main force to reinforce them.

If Xue Xiang gets involved, he might disrupt the entire plan.

No matter how unwilling he was, he could only grit his teeth and follow Xue Xiang in pursuit.

The fog in the miasma valley was like cold air seeping from the ground, sticky and heavy, carrying a pungent, sweet smell mixed with decay and blood.

Xue Xiang stepped in step by step, the stones under his feet were wet and slippery, as if he were stepping on an invisible snake.

Xuan Ye opened his eyes, and the mist was gradually dispelled, revealing the scene before him—

Large swaths of monkey remains lay scattered across the valley floor, their bodies twisted and piled high, their fur torn to shreds, and bone fragments like sharpened white thorns stuck in the mud. Blood formed a thin stream that meandered through the sunken terrain.

Further away, a huge crater had split open, its edges charred black, as if it had been smashed open by some enormous creature.

At the bottom of the pit lay the corpse of a two-winged, ghost-faced monkey, about ten feet tall. Its wings were broken, and there was a huge hole in its chest, which was empty. Its crystal core had long been removed.

The ground around the body was torn and riddled with holes, as if someone was frantically looting something.

In the fog, the oppressive smell of blood was so strong that it made one's throat dry. An occasional gust of wind seemed to carry the whispers of countless vengeful spirits, brushing past one's ears.

Xue Xiang's heart tightened, and his gaze grew even more serious.

Clearly, something had previously engaged in a terrible battle with the monkey troop here.

As he was wondering, a series of heavy footsteps gradually approached.

Ning Qianjun emerged from the mist, a long spear slung across his shoulder, his gaze sharp as a knife, coldly fixed on Xue Xiang's back.

"You surnamed Xue, you're asking for death!"

His voice was muffled like thunder in the fog, “Quickly retreat with me. You saw the horrific scene here. Those big monkeys whose crystal cores were ripped out are monkey generals.”

"If you don't want to die, get out of here."

"Brother Ning, are you concerned about me?"

Xue Xiang chuckled.

Ning Qianjun was taken aback and suddenly realized that his approach to persuasion was flawed, making it seem like he was trying to cover up the truth.

"Hey Xue, I'll say it again, are you going to get out or not?"

Ning Qianjun slammed his gun to the ground, his killing intent palpable.

He felt he was so tired from acting that he couldn't continue.

"Brother Ning, if you want to take action, don't forget the rules and restrictions, unless you want to abandon the exam."

Xue Xiang said with a smile.

Ning Qianjun said coldly, "This place is rarely visited, and there is no one to corroborate this."

Besides, I'm not trying to kill you; I just want to beat you so badly you can't get up or open your mouth.

As he spoke, Ning Qianjun flicked his spear, and a low rumble still echoed in the air—the sound of blood and spiritual energy colliding with the air.

"Are you serious?"

Xue Xiang took the golden sword from his back and held it horizontally in his palm.

"You surnamed Xue, although you have mastered the art of literature, today I want you to know something."

The chasm between cultivation realms is not something that can be crossed by the mere Word Realm.

He spoke in a cold voice, and in the next instant, he took a step and shot forward like an arrow, his spear thrusting out a powerful and domineering force.

Pure power.

Without a trace of fancy technique, the spear shaft, carrying the harsh force of iron rubbing against the air, struck straight at Xue Xiang's chest.

Xue Xiang instantly turned to the side, unleashing the Wind-Stopping Step, his entire body sweeping past like a wisp of wind.

However, Ning Qianjun's speed was almost no less impressive. His power penetrated the gun barrel, and the butt of the gun swept horizontally, accompanied by an astonishing sound of air being cut.

"Qiang!"

Xue Xiang's golden sword blocked the attack head-on, and the shockwave made his chest feel tight and his hands go numb.

This power was so pure, without a trace of impurity, that it crushed down like a mountain wall. This is the difference in their levels of cultivation.

Ning Qianjun's every thrust was devoid of any fancy moves, striking directly at vital points with terrifying speed and power.

Xue Xiang could only push his movement to the limit using the Breath of Wind Sword Technique, barely managing to maneuver among the sharp edges.

The mist churned, and the sword light, like leaves in the wind, kept slipping through the gaps in the spear's movement.

Even so, the force of each time the spear tip grazed past him still sent shivers down his spine and forearm.

In just ten breaths, Xue Xiang's arms were already a little sore and swollen.

He could clearly feel the opponent's power surging in wave after wave, each strike seemingly trying to completely suppress his breath.

Ning Qianjun smiled coldly: "The ferocity of my family's Overlord Spear is unparalleled in the world."

You've withstood so many attacks; you should be proud of yourself.

I'm not playing with you anymore, lie down.

Ning Qianjun pointed his spear, and a whirlwind emerged from the spearhead, aiming straight for Xue Xiang's left shoulder blade.

Xue Xiang snorted coldly, "Wind!"

A gust of wind was generated and precisely pushed behind him. Xue Xiang's figure suddenly transformed into a gust of wind, and his sword intent arose with the wind.

In an instant, his movements doubled in speed. The sword light traced along the shaft of the opponent's spear, and taking advantage of a gap, the blade swept towards Ning Qianjun's waist and ribs.

"Ding!"

Sparks flew.

The sword struck Ning Qianjun's solid spiritual energy shield.

Xue Xiang was thrown back by the shock, taking several steps backward. His arms were numb from the impact, and his fingertips trembled slightly.

Ning Qianjun did not retreat an inch. The tip of his spear paused on the ground, dispersing the mist. His eyes were filled with shock.

He could tell that Xue Xiang could precisely control the wind and turn it into his own speed.

What does this mean? It means that this is at least the strength of someone at the third level of the Word Realm, where literary energy manifests from the heart.

"What kind of monster is this Xue guy?"

Ning Qianjun was extremely surprised. He had seen many talented but poor people, but very few who also had amazing achievements in cultivation.

"Hey Xue, don't get cocky. I only used three-tenths of my strength."

"The county examination rules saved you; if you don't leave now, I, Ning, will show no mercy."

Ning Qianjun shouted sternly.

"It's just these two lines over and over again. Since Brother Ning has only put in three-tenths of his effort, let's play a little longer."

Xue Xiang took out dozens of blood fruits from his literary ring. With a sweep of his golden sword, the powerful wind turned all the blood fruits into mist. The mountain wind blew, and the valley was filled with a fishy smell.

The next moment, the depths of the misty sea in the miasma valley seemed to be torn apart by something, bursting out with a dense cacophony of beast roars.

The waves of sound came one after another, shaking the rocks and causing the withered branches at the bottom of the valley to rustle and fall.

"You surnamed Xue, you're insane!"

Ning Qianjun's expression changed, and he wished he could strangle him.

Before the words were even finished, dark shadows swept across the valley from all directions!

A dozen, then twenty, then dozens of two-winged, ghost-faced monkeys burst out of the mist, their blood-red eyes like sparks, igniting a murderous intent in the gloom.

The sound of wings flapping like thunderous drumbeats, carrying the stench of death, completely engulfed the two.

As the monkeys pounced, Xue Xiang had already transformed his shield into a sword in his hand, moving with his steps and turning with his body.

With a single step of the Wind-Stopping Step, he moved like a leaf swept by the wind, and the golden sword, descending from below, transformed into a streak of cold light.

"Oh!"

The enormous bodies of the two-winged, demon-faced monkeys were cleaved in two by the sword light, and blood splattered like a torrential rain.

As Xue Xiang was overwhelmed by the monkey troop, Ning Qianjun was also forced to unleash his power.

"kill!"

With a roar, Ning Qianjun charged into the monkey troop like an angry dragon, his spear flashing and sending several monkeys flying, the crisp sound of breaking bones echoing throughout the air.

The two unleashed their full power, their killing intent as vast as the sea.

In an instant, half of the monkey troop perished, and a large number of blue crystal cores spilled all over the ground.

But the monkeys pounced like lightning, and the two could only fight desperately, having no time to collect the crystal cores.

"Brother Ning, not bad, let's do it again!"

Xue Xiang waved his hand, and another pile of blood fruits flew out, turning into mist.

With a rumble, the sea of ​​fog in the distance churned once more, and the roars of the monkey troop came rushing closer and closer.

Xue Xiangwang stuffed a Rejuvenation Pill into his mouth, and Ning Qianjun burst into a tirade of curses.

Unfortunately, due to his upbringing, he lacked the vocabulary for insults and could only repeat the same two phrases over and over, which had no offensive power.

Before long, the roars from the depths of the fog grew more intense, and the angry howls of the monkeys were so loud they made my eardrums ache.

A massive troop of monkeys, numbering over a hundred, rushed in from all directions!
The bloody battle reached another climax.

The Rejuvenation Pill transformed into a torrent of heat, helping Xue Xiang quickly recover his spiritual power.

Xue Xiang no longer held back. He withdrew his qi shield, drew his sword around his body, and transformed his literary energy into a giant guan dao (a type of halberd), slashing and hacking horizontally and vertically, preventing the monkeys from getting close at all.

These creatures are extremely ferocious, fearless of death, and like moths to a flame, they charge relentlessly.

"print!"

Xue Xiang roared, his literary energy surging forth, and a giant seal the size of a small house appeared in front of him. The seal crashed down repeatedly, breaking the bones of more than a dozen two-winged ghost-faced monkeys, turning them into a bloody mist.

"sword!"

Immediately, the literary energy gathered again, transforming into a giant sword phantom over ten feet long above his head. As the sword light in his hand slashed down, the air surged, and more than a dozen monkeys were simultaneously blasted away.

The smell of blood instantly became extremely strong.

"What a fine third-level character!"

Ning Qianjun's blood was boiling as he watched.

He knew very well that in terms of offensive power, his strength was definitely superior to Xue Xiang's.

But no matter how versatile his family's secret techniques are, they can't compare to the power of literary energy to transform into form.

With this in mind, his desire to obtain the crystal core, extract literary energy, and open up the literary palace became even more urgent.

He barely had time to process what was happening when he nearly succumbed to the fierce onslaught of the monkeys. It was only thanks to Xue Xiang's massive sword strike that he managed to regain his footing.

"Brother Ning, keep it up!"

As he spoke, Xue Xiang popped another Rejuvenation Pill into his mouth.

Ning Qianjun was completely unmoved. He knew perfectly well that this guy meant no good; he was just afraid that if he couldn't hold on, the pressure on him would increase.

"Give me a Rejuvenation Pill, and I'll return a crystal core to you later."

Ning Qianjun finally couldn't hold back any longer and started negotiating the price.

"Brother Ning is joking. Who are you? A Foundation Establishment expert with abundant spiritual power. How could you not hold on? Let's give it our all!"

As he spoke, Xue Xiang threw out another handful of blood-red fruit. "Holy crap!"

This was the first time in Ning Qianjun's life that he had ever sworn.

With a whoosh, the sea of ​​fog churned again, and another reckless troop of monkeys, lured by the blood fruit, pounced wildly.

Ning Qianjun was almost completely exhausted. Without the aid of literary energy, he fought the monkeys purely with spiritual power, and the consumption of his energy far exceeded that of Xue Xiang.

Even if he is at the Foundation Establishment stage, he cannot withstand such a drain.

Finally, he could no longer hold on, and he was about to curse angrily as he prepared to crush the ritual implements and escape.

Xue Xiang rushed to his side to lend him a helping hand.

The scholar's aura manifested as a giant blade, reaping sprees like hemp.

In no time, the entire monkey troop was killed, and Ning Qianjun collapsed to the ground, too weak to even move a finger.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself, "This Xue fellow doesn't really dare to sit idly by and watch me get killed; he's probably wary of my status as a young master from a prestigious family."

Suddenly, when he glanced at the gleaming crystal cores scattered on the ground, he felt even more pleased. "We've struck it rich! We've struck it rich! If we split it in half, we can get at least a hundred or even two hundred of them."

If I had known it would turn out like this, I should have rushed in with that guy surnamed Xue a long time ago. Wait, what is he doing…”

Ning Qianjun was surprised to find that Xue Xiang was rapidly gathering the crystal core, like a whirlwind sweeping away fallen leaves, leaving nothing behind in its wake.

"Hey Xue, that's enough, that's enough, what are you trying to do..."

He was terrified, because the document ring was supposed to automatically record merits, and the collected crystal cores were automatically entered into the settlement.

Even if these crystal cores are taken out and consumed, the settlement data is already set and will not be changed.

Similarly, crystal cores that have been stored in a document ring lose their counting function when given to other trial participants.

In the blink of an eye, not a single crystal core remained on the ground; Xue Xiang had taken them all.

"you you……"

Ning Qianjun could no longer hold on and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He never dreamed that all his desperate fighting would benefit Xue Xiang.

The frustration he felt was second only to the pain of having his newlywed wife slept with by Xue Xiang.

The stench of blood lingered at the bottom of the valley, corpses lay strewn about, and the mist was tinged with a faint dark red.

The air was filled with a pungent, fishy smell mixed with a burnt smell, so sticky that it made it hard to breathe.

Xue Xiang stood with his hands behind his back in the middle of the pool of blood, his sleeves stained with splattered blood, his blue robe standing out with its upright and honest appearance.

Ning Qianjun collapsed to the ground, his arms so weak he couldn't even hold a gun. His chest heaved violently, and sweat dripped down his temples, mingling with the blood.

His gaze was fixed on Xue Xiang, his eyes burning like fire.

"Hey Xue, don't go too far."

He gritted his teeth, his voice filled with piercing anger.

"Brother Ning, I was just joking with you. Why can't you understand my joke?"

Xue Xiang laughed heartily, then slid a bulging package out of his sleeve. When he opened it, the crystal core shone brightly.

Ning Qianjun's eyes widened. "So you still have some conscience. I'll say it again, I only want my share."

Xue Xiang shook his head, "Brother Ning, you're being too heartless. I saved your life, so why should you get anything in return?"

Of course, I'm not the type to keep everything to myself.

You want the crystal core? Sure.

But you have to exchange something for it.

"you!"

Ning Qianjun gritted his teeth, his breathing becoming heavier with each breath, "Fine, tell me, what do you want?"

"I want to know, what are you waiting for at the valley entrance? What exactly happened in this valley?"

Xue Xiang had long suspected that Ning Qianjun had another reason for driving him away. When he saw the large number of winged ghost-faced monkeys of monkey general level dying tragically in the valley, he couldn't help but think more about it.

"How do I know this?"

"So, Brother Ning is not being honest. Farewell."

"Wait a minute!"

Ning Qianjun finally suppressed his resentment, and the ruthlessness in his eyes was replaced by helplessness: "Fine, I'll talk."

His voice was low and hoarse, filled with weariness and hatred, "Deep in the miasma valley, there is a black-level monkey king that has already devoured the crystal cores of dozens of monkey generals and is about to advance to the next level."

Its current strength is close to that of a human at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage; once it advances, it will be... at the Core Formation level!

From the depths of the fog, a faint, low growl seemed to roll across the valley floor at that very moment.

Xue Xiang narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold glint flashing within them.

Ning Qianjun continued, "Such a Monkey King, no one dares to underestimate him."

If it weren't for the main force being there to hold the line, who would dare to rush in?

Once it advances again, with our cultivation levels, rushing in would be suicide.

I advise you to retreat now. This guy has definitely spotted us, but he's currently advancing in his cultivation level and can't spare any attention for us.

Xue Xiang gently rubbed a crystal core between his fingers, feeling a cool sensation on his fingertips.

A faint smile flickered in his eyes, as if he had expected all of this.

"As expected, you knew everything about this place all along."

He looked up at Ning Qianjun and said calmly, "The aristocratic families have really gone to great lengths to arrange such a meticulous trial."

Ning Qianjun pursed his lips, his expression gloomy and silent.

Xue Xiang casually tossed the crystal core, which traced a streak of blue light in mid-air before landing in his palm and being stored in his document ring.

"Brother Ning, let's talk about the crystal core after I've confirmed your information."

He turned and left, his green robe brushing against the bloodstains, his steps as steady as if he had never experienced a life-or-death situation.

"Fuck!"

Ning Qianjun roared and spat out another mouthful of blood. When he looked again, Xue Xiang was already far away.

He knew very well that Xue Xiang would never let this opportunity slip by, as it was a black-grade crystal core.

The Monkey King was advancing in rank and was in a weakened state. How could Xue Xiang possibly let such an opportunity slip by?

Ning Qianjun knew that if they waited for the main force to arrive, it would be too late.

"We can't lose...we absolutely cannot lose to that guy surnamed Xue!"

There was no fear in his eyes, only a burning hatred.

He suddenly sat up straight, activated the clan's secret technique, and moved his fingers swiftly, pressing several acupoints on himself.

Instantly, his blood and qi surged, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

The body's Qi and blood felt as if they were being forcibly pulled, rushing into the Dantian and flowing back into the meridians.

His meridians were being throbbing with excruciating pain, like being cut by knives and burned by fire. He was drenched in sweat, and his clothes on the back were instantly soaked.

In order to force his spiritual power to recover, he bit his tongue and swallowed the sweet and pungent blood, using it as a guide to desperately circulate his inner energy.

One breath, two breaths...

Under this cruel oppression, the empty dantian once again rippled.

His vital energy was burning in his body in an extremely dangerous way, with an unstable burst of energy, which forcefully revitalized his weak body.

At the same time, a subtle tearing sensation kept coming from deep within the muscles, bones, and meridians.

Within a few dozen breaths, his temples had already turned white.

"You surnamed Xue, this time, I'm going to kill you!"

Ning Qianjun wiped away the blood that had seeped from the corner of his mouth, his eyes bloodshot.

He stood up, his spear held horizontally in his hand again, his aura rising like the sun.

He paused, then sped ten zhang away, chasing after the direction Xue Xiang had disappeared in, charging forward at breakneck speed.

…………

Xue Xiang strode forward, heading towards the direction where the monkey corpses were laid out.

The deeper you go into the miasma valley, the thicker the fog becomes, as if you are being wrapped up layer by layer by an invisible hand, and even your breath smells of blood.

The ground gradually changed from soft soil to hard rock covered with cracks.

The air here is damp, cold, and heavy; every step feels like approaching the heart of a sleeping behemoth.

After walking seven or eight miles, the mountain suddenly rose abruptly from the ground amidst the mist.

It is towering and rugged, shaped like a crouching dragon, with a huge and dark cave entrance below the dragon's head, exuding a sinister aura.

Xue Xiang's heart tightened; he knew they had arrived at the cave where the Monkey King was hiding.

The cave entrance is several dozen feet high, and the surrounding stone walls are all worn smooth, like the marks left by countless enormous objects entering and exiting.

On both sides were piles of stark white bones, with animal bones and human bones interspersed, and occasionally fragments of crystal cores flashing with a cold light.

The smell of blood solidified here, and even the wind carried a sweet, metallic scent.

Xue Xiang held the teleportation talisman in his hand and softly called out, "Bridge!"

The literary atmosphere spread out, transforming into a rainbow bridge that leads directly to the cave entrance.

He climbed the bridge and arrived in an instant. Stepping inside, a bright and open view suddenly appeared before him.

The cave is extremely spacious, resembling a natural stone palace with an immeasurably high ceiling. Long stalactites hang from the stone walls, adorned with undried blood droplets, as red as tears.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of mud and bone fragments, and when you stepped on it, the "crunching" sound was enough to make your scalp tingle.

Every so often in the cave, there are patches of claw marks and slap marks, deep enough to sink into an arm.

The further you go in, the more you feel a heavy oppression, like the dark currents of an abyss, making even breathing heavy.

Xue Xiang could already hear the Monkey King's breathing, and he tightened his grip on the teleportation talisman in his palm.

He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, activated the Breath of Wind Step, and rushed into the depths.

After running for about ten feet, they saw a huge black shadow coiled up in the churning mist.

It was a black, two-winged, demon-faced monkey, twice the size of a common monkey. Its muscles were like cast iron and bronze, and its wings, when spread out, could cover most of the cave.

Its skin is a dark bluish-black color, rough like old tree bark, and seems to have a cold metallic sheen.

What's most terrifying are its eyes.

Its blood-red eyes burned in the darkness, its pupils seemingly soaked in blood, staring intently ahead, as if every intruder was prey before its advancement.

Its fangs protruded from the corners of its mouth, sharp as knives, and its breathing was accompanied by a deep, muffled growl, causing the ground to tremble slightly with the rise and fall of its chest.

In front of it lay a collection of crystalline white crystal cores, each stained with undried blood, arranged like offerings.

Clearly, the hollowed-out remains of those large monkeys along the way were its handiwork.

The black mist deep within the cave rose and fell with its breath, like a giant whale swallowing and spitting out seawater.

Even just a glance sent a chill down Xue Xiang’s spine.

Xue Xiang wanted to greet the Monkey King, say "Excuse me," and then turn and leave.

This guy has such a powerful presence.

Of course, Xue Xiang had even ridden the Azure Dragon, so he wouldn't be afraid of the monkey who was constantly trying to reach the Purple level.

He was contemplating whether to withdraw or interfere with the Monkey King's advance.

Just then, a rustling sound came from behind.

Xue Xiang was startled. "Ning Qianjun is impressive. He managed to catch up with us."

With a single thought, he shouted, "I've struck it rich! I've struck it rich! Haha, what a wonderful black crystal core! Heaven has eyes!"

As soon as he shouted, the whooshing sound behind him intensified, followed by the whooshing sound of something cutting through the air.

Immediately afterwards, Xue Xiangwen transformed his qi into a blade and shot it towards the Monkey King.

Then, he suddenly ducked and rolled to the side of the cave.

The next instant, a powerful spear light pierced the cave entrance, the attack arriving before Ning Qian's soldiers.

With a flap of its wings, the Monkey King's massive body, nearly two zhang tall, soared into the air, carrying an overwhelming pressure.

"Fuck!"

Ning Qianjun had just rushed into the cave when he bumped right into the Monkey King.

Despite his panic, he dared not weaken his spear thrust, and with all his might, he gathered a fierce wind at the spearhead, aiming straight for the Monkey King's brow.

Enraged, the Monkey King shook his arms, and his giant claws swept across like mountains with incredible speed.

"Oh!"

The force was like a mountain collapsing.

Ning Qianjun, along with his gun, was sent flying and crashed heavily against the cave wall, causing stone chips to shatter and blood to flow down the rocks.

Before he could even catch his breath, the dark shadow pressed down, and the Monkey King pounced before him, its fangs bared and its blood-red eyes filled with murderous intent.

A huge black claw, accompanied by a foul stench, reached out, its five fingers closing in, ready to crush him completely.
Ning Qianjun's face was contorted with rage, his eyes burning with resentment and venom. He glared at Xue Xiang with hatred, pursed his lips as if to curse, but his giant claw suddenly came down, and Ning Qianjun crushed the document ring first!
Suddenly, a white light flashed, and Ning Qianjun disappeared.
The giant claw missed its target, and the air exploded as it was squeezed.

The black mist swirled, and the Monkey King let out a furious roar, his eyes burning with even more intense bloodlust as he turned to stare at Xue Xiang, who was hiding by the stone pillar.

(End of this chapter)