His eyes snapped open again.

Then, something horrifying happened.

The ugly general stood up stiffly, like a zombie.

It relies solely on the strength of the heels.

The ugly general's eyes turned red, and a dark shadow seemed to appear in his pupils.

The dark figure opened its mouth at the same time as him, and smirked, "Those who have bullied me, prepare to die!"

It was a dark and windy night.

Huang Mao and five of his cronies walked arm in arm across the bridge, each holding a bottle of liquor, and all of them were quite drunk.

The group would occasionally fall to the ground, bursting into laughter.

"I wonder if that clown from yesterday is dead or not," the blond-haired man laughed loudly.

"Brother Dou, your 'child-crushing kick' is truly ruthless. I have to admit defeat."

"That's right, daring to hit our Brother Dou? We'd be lucky if we didn't chop off his little thing."

"Hahahaha!"

The more they talked, the more excited they became, and Huang Mao felt incredibly pleased.

Suddenly a cold wind blew by, and the group of people, who were dressed in thin clothes, couldn't help but shiver.

One person glanced in the direction the wind was blowing and said, "Hey, do you guys see something over there?"

The group looked in the direction he pointed, but there was nothing there.

The blond guy patted his face and said, "If your eyesight is bad, you should sell your corneas so I can find some girls to play with."

"Hahaha!"

The blond-haired man laughed loudly, then suddenly froze, staring in horror at the direction he had just come from, the effects of the alcohol wearing off.

Seeing that his expression was off, the others asked with concern, "What's wrong, Brother Dou?"

Without saying a word, Huang Mao turned and ran, leaving the others behind.

"Strange, why are they running?" The five shook their heads in confusion.

"what!"

A scream echoed through the sky, and everyone looked over.

I saw a scene I had never witnessed before in my life.

A monster with bloodshot eyes and spikes all over its body wielded a sharp longsword and pierced through a man's chest.

He sneered and swung his sword downwards.

The person was instantly split in two.

He kicked the man's two halves into the river.

With a splash, water rose and rippled, and blood slowly dispersed in the water.

"Run!" someone shouted, and the four scattered in different directions.

They then understood why Huang Mao had run away.

"puff--"

The person who runs last will end up the same way as the one who dies.

The sword pierced through his chest, was cut in two, and thrown into the river.

The remaining three were passed through in the same way.

Screams echoed behind him, but the blond-haired man ran faster and faster without even turning his head.

They call each other brothers in ordinary times, but when it comes to life and death, they run away faster than the other.

The blond-haired man ran around the corner and glanced back.

He breathed a slight sigh of relief. "Thank goodness, that monster didn't chase after us."

He turned around, then suddenly froze, his expression changing drastically.

The monster had somehow appeared in front of him, grinning maliciously at him.

Chapter 131 Another Storm Begins

The blond-haired man was so frightened that his legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground.

"Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!"

He was shouting as he crawled backward, his pants were soaked, and yellow liquid was dripping from his crotch onto the ground.

Evilwood looked at him with disdain and approached him step by step.

"What, weren't you pretty arrogant yesterday?"

"Why are you so scared you peed your pants now?"

"Yesterday?" The blond-haired man recalled what had happened yesterday. Could it be...?

He suddenly opened his mouth wide, staring at Evilwood with a look of horror on his face.

"You are...!"

"what!"

Before he could finish speaking, a scream echoed through the night.

His genitals were pierced by the sharp spikes on the feet of the evil tree.

The evil tree laughed wildly: "Now you know what this feels like, kid!"

After a long while.

With a single swing of his sword, the blond-haired man's head and body were instantly separated.

The ugly general reverted to his original form, his eyes gleaming with excitement, his heart pounding with anticipation.

So this is what it feels like to have power.

Instill fear in others, and you can do whatever you want.

He had never felt this way before.

Although he had Shadow King as his backer before.

But the power is ultimately not one's own, so one must still act cautiously and worry about those armors.

Now, he's not afraid of anyone.

"Hehe, let's go and bring back our old friends, and then crush the Shura you mentioned."

A thunderclap struck, its roar echoing across the sky.

Suddenly, a strong wind arose and a torrential downpour began.

Lightning flashed, illuminating the ugly general's body. The alien beast from before appeared and disappeared, laughing maniacally along with him.

...

"Aunt Hui, I need to take a leave of absence. I have some things to take care of."

Duanmu Yan asked Aunt Hui for instructions.

Early in the morning, Mei Zhenkun called her twice in a row.

When asked when he would come to visit, the old man of the sacred mountain had been waiting for him.

Even though it was the old man from the sacred mountain who was waiting for him, why did they seem even more anxious than he was?

“Okay, go ahead,” Aunt Hui replied.

Huh? So quick?

He was somewhat flattered, as Aunt Hui had made excuses when he asked for leave before.

The main reason is that I've taken too many days off, almost more than I've worked a full day.

But why did you agree so easily today?

Aunt Hui smiled knowingly.

Duanmu Yan's identity has already been fully revealed, and it's already a waste of her talents for an armored warrior to work in her own dumpling restaurant.

What he's doing now is a major undertaking—punishing evil and saving the world—so how could she say no?

Not only that, Xin Nan was just like him.

It's a shame he's lived with me for so long and never told me this.

No wonder bad guys come to the store to cause trouble; it turns out there are two powerful figures here with her.

Aunt Hui smiled with satisfaction, feeling that she must have done something very good in her past life to receive such treatment.

Duanmu Yan thanked Aunt Hui and rode the three-wheeled vehicle, which she hadn't ridden in a long time, toward the location Meizhen had given her.

Those who were unaware of the situation frowned and said something when they saw Duanmu Yan drive away without any ramen hanging in the car.

"Hey, look at that guy who cooks ramen. He's always running around and doesn't do any work. What's the point of him working?"

Those around him turned to look at him and burst into laughter.

The man's face turned ashen. "What are you laughing at?"

A middle-aged man wearing round-framed glasses pushed up his glasses and laughed.

"Looks like you don't surf the internet. You didn't know such a big thing happened a couple of days ago?"

"Something big? What's so big?" the man asked, puzzled.

And what does the major event have to do with what he said about cooking ramen?

Another person chimed in, "The guy you're talking about who cooks ramen is an armored warrior."

"What?" the man exclaimed, looking outside.

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