Chapter 87: Three Big Bald Heads, Outshining the White Old Tiger

The Mountain Lord was feeling extremely stifled.

Although in terms of actual combat power, he was above the two monks Wuzhen and Jingchen, their illusions were simply too troublesome.

Even someone as powerful as the Mountain Lord could not guarantee he would never fall for them.

On top of that, the Golden Circlet they used alternately as master and disciple was also an Earth-Rank magical treasure.

His instincts told the Mountain Lord that if this Golden Circlet locked him down, it would not end well.

Thus, this battle for the Mountain Lord could be said to be one where he was fighting with his hands and feet tied.

But Wuzhen and Jingchen were not having an easy time either.

Jingchen was still a bit better off, after all, he was also an Earth-Rank expert, but Wuzhen was suffering.

He was merely a top-grade Profound-Rank, and did not dare to clash directly with the Mountain Lord, so he could only stack his own illusion on top of Jingchen’s illusion to provide support.

If the Mountain Lord’s claws caught him for real, he would be forced to leave the battle on the spot.

Even so, his originally clean and neat monk’s robe had already been shredded to tatters by the wind of the claws, revealing the “solid capital” with which he had conquered countless female worshippers.

The situation before them was so complicated that even Mo Lin dared not make a rash judgment.

Moreover, aside from the three on the field whose “dog brains had been beaten out,” Mo Lin had not forgotten the shout that had just come from the corpses of Su Bing and Lin Shuang.

If the owner of that shout also joined the battle, then no one knew what direction this fight would take.

Just as Mo Lin was thinking this, a fierce blade-light suddenly shot out from the edge of the battlefield.

It came!

Mo Lin’s spirit stirred.

As expected, the owner of that shout clearly had a deep connection with Lin Shuang and Su Bing.

Faced with the two corpses, he could not possibly remain indifferent.

And who was it that killed the two little constables?

Of course, it was the Mountain Lord.

Thus, the target of that person’s attack was obvious.

The blade-light that suddenly appeared immediately shot straight for the Mountain Lord.

“!”

The Mountain Lord naturally sensed the extreme threat from that blade-light and immediately wanted to dodge.

But how could Wuzhen and Jingchen miss this excellent chance to heavily injure the Mountain Lord? They threw in all their strength to block him.

Seeing this, the Mountain Lord could only roar angrily, lift his right foreclaw, and strike hard at that blade-light.

The blade-light exploded on the Mountain Lord’s claw, instantly tearing the flesh of his claw into a bloody mess.

The Mountain Lord finally broke free from the entanglement of the two monks.

Lifting his severely injured claw, he looked at the owner of the blade-light—only to see a bald man holding a Silver-Ringed Blade, staring at the Mountain Lord with a murderous aura.

“Another monk?”

Because Zhu Dongfeng had rushed over in such a hurry, he had not put on his constable’s uniform.

Thus, with the same big bald head as Wuzhen and Jingchen, he was mistaken by the Mountain Lord as a third monk allied with them.

“Even if another monk comes, so what? I am the Mountain Lord!!”

With a tiger’s roar, the Mountain Lord had no thought of retreating and charged straight at Zhu Dongfeng.

Unaware, behind him Wuzhen and Jingchen exchanged strange looks.

“Who is this big bald head?”

“I don’t know him?”

“Isn’t he the monk you brought to join forces against the Mountain Lord?”

“Nothing to do with me! But the Mountain Lord seems to think he’s with us.”

“That’s a good thing.”

The two real monks quickly exchanged glances.

Though they did not recognize who Zhu Dongfeng was, they decided to go along with the misunderstanding:

“This venerable master, we shall aid you! Mountain Lord, prepare to die!!”

Zhu Dongfeng, who was clanging and clashing with the Mountain Lord, though seething with rage over the deaths of Su Bing and Lin Shuang, was momentarily dazed when he saw the two other big bald heads shouting, “We shall aid you.”

“Isn’t this the Ear-Splitting Demon Monk from the Child-Giving Temple and his master? Why are they here too?”

Though puzzled, for Zhu Dongfeng the most important thing now was to kill the Mountain Lord and avenge his two little constables—

After all, although Wuzhen had indulged in lechery at the Child-Giving Temple, he had not committed murder.

And the incident at the Copper Gong Inn had yet to be formally recorded, so Jingchen was not yet on the Six Gates’ wanted list.

Thus, even seeing these two demon monks, Zhu Dongfeng acted as though he hadn’t seen them, focusing entirely on attacking the Mountain Lord.

And Wuzhen and Jingchen, eager for someone to share the Mountain Lord’s firepower, naturally would not act against the unidentified Zhu Dongfeng.

For a time, three big bald heads were concentrating their fire on the Mountain Lord.

The Mountain Lord, having just braced a slash from Zhu Dongfeng’s blade with his claw and taken a wound, instantly fell into disadvantage.

Seeing this, Mo Lin, hidden in the dark, became anxious:

Why have you all suddenly teamed up?

This new bald head was obviously connected to those two little constables.

What does he have to do with you two monks?

Three bald heads concentrating on the Mountain Lord—even the Mountain Lord couldn’t withstand that firepower!

The fragile balance was directly shattered by the addition of this bald head, Zhu Dongfeng.

No, I can’t let this newcomer break the fragile balance!

Mo Lin decided to do something.

Otherwise, at this rate, the Mountain Lord would be the first to leave the battlefield.

Then how could his plan of weakening everyone and reaping the benefits succeed?

What could he do to help the Mountain Lord while still not exposing himself?

Mo Lin looked at the three men and one tiger on the field, and finally fixed his gaze on Wuzhen, the only one who was not Earth-Rank.

Although with the Earth-Rank magical treasure Golden Circlet he could barely exchange a few moves with the Mountain Lord, his greatest role was still to assist his own master Jingchen’s illusion and create trouble for the Mountain Lord.

If he could break Wuzhen at this point, the Mountain Lord would no longer have to deal with double illusions and should find it much easier.

And as an Earth Anaconda, even without going all-out, Mo Lin was more than enough to give Wuzhen a nasty surprise.

Still maintaining his shrunken body, Mo Lin slowly moved toward Wuzhen.

In the fierce battle of the high-level experts, no one noticed the movement of a small snake.

Seizing the moment, Mo Lin summoned the resentful spirits from his Soul-Respecting Banner:

“Mental Shock!”

Just as he was manipulating the Golden Circlet to block one of the Mountain Lord’s claws, Wuzhen suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head.

His body froze in place, and the Golden Circlet did not have time to open.

“Bang!”

The Mountain Lord’s claw slammed solidly onto Wuzhen’s body, tearing half his body into a bloody mess.

Even his right earlobe, which had originally reached his shoulder, was torn off more than halfway, leaving only the left earlobe swaying in the wind.

Jingchen was shocked and quickly blocked the Mountain Lord, who wanted to press the attack:

“Wuzhen, what are you doing!”

Wuzhen spat a mouthful of blood and formed a hand seal:

“Sarira Escape!”

And immediately withdrew from the battlefield.

Wuzhen’s face turned as pale as gold paper:

“I don’t know what happened. Just now it felt as if my head was struck by a great hammer, I couldn’t think.”

Jingchen said:

“If that’s the case, withdraw first. Hand me the Golden Circlet, I’ll block the Mountain Lord.”

Hearing this, Wuzhen’s tragic face changed, and he gripped the Golden Circlet tightly:

“Cough cough, Master, I took a claw from the Mountain Lord. I’m now extremely fragile and need good recuperation. With the Golden Circlet on me, it can protect my life.”

“Master and I together could fight the Mountain Lord to a standstill. Now with this blade-wielding Earth-Rank master aiding you, even without the Golden Circlet, Master should have no problem.”

“I’ll be back soon, Master, wait for my return.”

With that, Wuzhen grasped the Golden Circlet and with a few leaps left the battlefield.

“You, you, you… foolish child!”

Seeing Wuzhen actually leaving with the Golden Circlet, Jingchen was so angry he almost spat blood—

This tiger before me hasn’t even been finished off yet, and here you are fearing that I, having Zhu Dongfeng as an arm of aid, would take this chance to “kill the donkey after the grinding is done” and take back my Golden Circlet?

Though I did indeed think that way, your guarding against me like this truly makes your Master’s heart ache!