"Niu Xuanfeng, you... what are you doing?!"
Seeing the familiar hoof-scraping motion of the Demonic Bull, the beast fighting arena boss finally showed a trace of fear, trembling as he spoke.
No one understood the terror of the Demonic Bull Niu Xuanfeng better than him.
Horns capable of overturning everything.
Demonic arts of overwhelming ferocity, which is in fact cultivation boosted by the Purity Origin Pearl.
And that naturally divine, powerful body with terrifying strength enough to split mountains and shatter stones.
The combination of these three meant no one on Coconut Island could withstand a single blow from it!
"Moo moo!"
Niu Xuanfeng snorted two jets of white air from his nostrils, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned.
Charge!
Boom…
A surge of profound demonic energy, carrying Niu Xuanfeng's terrifying explosive force, swept wildly towards the spectator stand where the arena boss was.
The boss's pupils instantly contracted sharply, and he instinctively dodged backward.
Beside him stood five guard masters, each possessing strength at the deputy school master level.
Any one of them alone could defeat a hundred Hantians.
But…
Faced with Niu Xuanfeng's unstoppable charge, they were as laughable as thin paper.
Before the two dark, profound horns even touched them, a powerful force of wind sent the guards flying, scattering them across the ground.
As for the fighting arena boss…
Squelch…
He was impaled through and through by Niu Xuanfeng's unstoppable horn.
"You... why..."
His eyes wide, blood continuously gushed from his mouth.
His ugly face wore an expression of utter disbelief.
He didn't understand.
Niu Xuanfeng was clearly a corpse he controlled with secret arts, the fighting arena's trump card beast.
Why did it suddenly turn on its master after encountering Lantu?
"Moo."
Niu Xuanfeng didn't answer him, only let out a cold moo.
In his eyes, the fighting arena boss was an insignificant existence, no different from an ant.
Back in the Demonic Sect ten years ago, a guy like him would have been, at best, a minor leader, someone Lantu could kick away casually.
"I... am not... willing..."
In the end, the fighting arena boss bled out from his abdomen, his internal organs scattered on the ground, dying a miserable death.
Until his last moment, he never realized that in the eyes of a certain lofty existence, he was merely an insignificant pawn.
From that rainy night ten years ago, when the two figures in plain white skirts placed the Purity Origin Pearl into Niu Xuanfeng's body, the fighting arena boss's fate was sealed.
The Santai Pavilion's Sect Leader was mysterious and unpredictable, comprehending the heavenly secrets.
Some said he had lived for hundreds of years, become a spirit.
Some said the Sect Leader's position was passed down through generations, and power could accumulate infinitely.
Opinions varied.
But regardless of the theory, all placed the Sect Leader's status extremely high.
Ten years ago, during the Demonic Sect turmoil, the Santai Pavilion Sect Leader seemed to foresee it, closing that year's disciple recruitment assembly.
He remained in seclusion, and no one could find the location of Santai Mountain.
Later, after Hongmao and the Seven Swords destroyed the Demonic Sect and peace was restored, the Santai Pavilion reemerged.
The purpose behind such an unknown existence laying out plans involving Niu Xuanfeng, spying on heavenly secrets… what was it all for?
At least for now, no one knew.
Back in the Fighting Arena…
Seeing the deeply scheming boss dead and Niu Xuanfeng's ferocious, bloodthirsty appearance, the spectators in the stands cried out in alarm and scattered in all directions.
In an instant, the vast arena held only a few people left.
Niu Xuanfeng, Lantu, and the fighting arena's members, intimidated by the demonic aura, not daring to move.
Niu Xuanfeng paid them no mind. He strode to Lantu and let out a low call.
His gaze looked towards the exit, indicating that Lantu should leave quickly to reunite with Hongmao and the others.
What Niu Xuanfeng didn't know was that ten years had passed in a flash. The Demonic Sect was destroyed, and the Seven Swords had turned into infants.
He was eagerly thinking about seeing Divine Doctor Doudou soon.
With his medical skills, plus the power of the Purity Origin Pearl, separating his original body from the Demonic Bull wouldn't be difficult.
After that, he absolutely had to make a date with Daben and have a proper drink!
And the Young Master… he, Old Niu, had remained loyal to the Young Master until death.
This debt of recognition had been repaid to the fullest.
However, facing Niu Xuanfeng's gaze, Lantu shook her head.
"Before leaving here, there's one more person's matter that needs resolving."
As she spoke, Lantu's gaze also turned cold.
She raised the Ice Soul Sword and walked towards the fighting arena manager.
It was these people who took Hantian's mother's necklace, forcing him to sell himself to earn money.
Debts have heads, creditors have owners.
This farce should be ended by them themselves.
"Where is Hantian's mother's necklace? Hand it over."
Lantu said coldly, the Ice Soul Sword pointing directly at the manager's throat.
The emaciated man trembled with fear.
He stammered for a while before finally saying, shaking,
"S-sold... sold it."
"Sold it?!"
Lantu's voice rose several pitches, filled with fury.
"You deceived Hantian, telling him the necklace was in the fighting arena's hands, making him fight for you day and night, all for this illusory hope."
"And now you tell me you sold it?"
"You... you are simply..."
Lantu's eyes reddened, her shoulders trembling slightly.
Although she didn't like Hantian and had no feelings for him beyond friendship, nevertheless, he was, after all, her savior and had treated her quite well.
Lantu, kind-hearted by nature, had long considered Hantian a friend.
How could she not be angry seeing a friend so badly deceived?
"Moo!"
Seeing this, Niu Xuanfeng snorted two jets of white air from his nose.
His horns lifted, ready to gore the manager's stomach.
Just then…
"Don't kill me! If you kill me, you'll never know where that necklace went! I promise, if I don't tell you, you'll never guess where it is!"
The manager, scared out of his wits, quickly shouted.
"Third Brother Niu, wait. Let him finish."
Lantu frowned, gently stopping Niu Xuanfeng with her right hand.
She then looked at the manager and asked coldly,
"Where is this place you mentioned?"
"You promise not to kill me, and I'll tell you."
The manager swallowed hard, speaking pledging earnestly.
"Fine, I promise."
Lantu placed her right hand over her chest, lightly making the promise.
Given her character, even if she didn't remember the past, she would never easily break a promise.
The manager had also discerned her true nature from Lantu's demeanor.
Reassured, he slowly uttered three words.
"Santai Pavilion."
The manager's eyes flickered as he pointed towards the vast distance in the southwest.
"The mysterious person who bought Hantian's necklace was a Santai Pavilion's disciple! Our Coconut Island once participated in the final selection of a disciple recruitment assembly. I recognize their clothing!"