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Huo Shangjun ultimately handed over the brocade box he had obtained, albeit with resentment, to Qin Yang.

When Qin Yang opened the brocade box and saw the treasures inside, his eyes lit up involuntarily.

Seeing Qin Yang’s reaction, it was clear that Huo Shangjun really did have many treasures in his possession.

Seemingly confident in his superior strength, he had been too lazy to light the beacon fire and submit these items to the judges in advance, and now, Zhu Minglang had seized them all!

Zhu Minglang certainly took in Huo Shangjun’s last few remarks.

But his opinion of Huo Shangjun remained unchanged.

The most difficult aspect of dragon cultivation was actually overcoming the issue of spiritual assets.

After this battle, having obtained a large amount of spiritual assets, let alone that Little White still possessed the Reincarnation Butterfly Transformation ability, even without it, he could use money to boost all three of his dragons to Monarch Level Strength!

By that time, without the Sword Spirit Dragon needing to take action, without having to move a finger himself, he could easily crush this group of disciples!!

“His strength is fading, and you, monk over there, after watching for so long, do you really intend to watch this demon lord take away everyone’s spiritual assets?” Zhao Chen spoke to a young monk standing on the edge.

That young monk, ever since ascending Tomb Mountain, had shown no intention of making a move.

He was simply watching quietly from the side.

Although the Canopy Sword had also reached him.

However, he seemed to be largely unaffected by it.

As an Imperial Clan Young Master, Zhao Chen naturally knew that this monk was a powerful member of the Haoqi Martial School and was Yang Hua, the Chief Big Disciple of one of the Four Great Sects, with unfathomable strength.

If he had joined in the attack from the start, Zhu Minglang would naturally not have gained the upper hand.

“May I, a humble monk, advise Master Zhu?” Yang Hua from the Haoqi Martial School said.

“Can’t you see what kind of person he is? Why bother advising when we can just fight?” Zhao Chen said, somewhat annoyed.

Yang Hua approached Zhu Minglang, and seeing Zhu Minglang adjusting his breath, he did not rush to make a move either.

Indeed, Zhao Chen, He Qingqian, Fu Xumei, and Ye Guang had not yet recovered from the overwhelming pressure of the Canopy Sword; they could only stand in place, trying to keep their breathing as steady as possible.

Pu Hanrong was somewhat peculiar; as a Dragon Shepherd, he had not yet summoned his dragon beast.

It was unclear what he was waiting for.

“What, do I, a mere woman, have to take the lead?” He Qingqian said somewhat sarcastically at this point.

“I need some more time,” Pu Hanrong said.

“Is your dragon beast still taking a nap?” He Qingqian asked.

Pu Hanrong did not respond further, but his gaze was fixed on a place beyond Nine Army Tomb Mountain, as if waiting for something.

At this moment, Yang Hua, the monk from the Haoqi Martial School, had already walked towards Zhu Minglang.

Zhu Minglang could feel that among those present, this monk from Wu Sect Forest had the highest level of cultivation, a Lower Monarch Level Powerhouse.

“Zhu layman, one should not be too absolute in their actions. How about we stop here and each take a spiritual treasure box?” Yang Hua said.

“Monk, why didn’t I see you come forward to ask me earlier? Instead, you wait until after I’ve been engaged in fights with others for a while, and when my breath weakens slightly, you speak these words. I didn’t expect that even a monk could be so cunning,” Zhu Minglang said disdainfully.

Wen Mengru and Huo Shangjun, although both of them were defeated, they at least faced off with me directly.

In contrast, this martial monk from Wu Sect and Pu Hanrong deliberately waited until the forceful strikes from Zhu Minglang’s sword had ended before moving in to confront him.

Such pretentious people, why bother pretending to be peacemakers?

“Layman Zhu’s strength is indeed commendable, but your nature and temperament should still be improved. There is always someone better out there, do you really think yourself invincible in this world?” the martial monk from Wu Sect, Yang Hua, said.

“Monk, stop probing for my weaknesses. Be bolder, come forward, and spar with me. Show the valor that a member of the Haoqi Martial School should possess instead of acting like a Yellow Weasel, pointlessly cautious,” Zhu Minglang said with a smile rising on his face.

Monk Yang Hua remained expressionless, but a surge of resentment rose in his heart, as his true intentions were laid bare.

“I was merely trying to simplify the matter. After all, if everyone can obtain the spiritual treasure box they want, why continue to fight? But since layman Zhu is so stubborn and aggressive, I have no choice but to make a move,” Yang Hua continued.

He Qingqian let out a cold snort.

This monk was clearly taking advantage of others’ plight while trying to sound so righteous and just, utterly hypocritical to the extreme.

He was simply waiting for stronger individuals like Wen Mengru and Huo Shangjun to act as his shields before he stepped in.

Despite her disgust, He Qingqian didn’t want Zhu Minglang to monopolize the spiritual treasure box. She prepared several Fire Talismans, her gaze fixed on Zhu Minglang, looking for a good opportunity to throw them at him.

“Here it comes! Hmph, Zhu Minglang, I’d like to see how you defend against this!” At that moment, Pu Hanrong displayed a smile, his attention focused on Zhu Minglang.

He Qingqian was somewhat puzzled and looked towards the shattered Nine Army Tomb Mountain, only to see a large mass of dark green fog rolling towards them at high speed.

The fog drew closer, and He Qingqian could finally see the creatures within. They were exceedingly large Bee Monsters, one after another!

There were so many Bee Monsters that they resembled a cloud of locusts blotting out the sky as they flew.

It wasn’t long before the Bee Monster Legion reached Tomb Mountain, and their eerie eyes fixed on Zhu Minglang.

Zhu Minglang looked up, surprised to see these controlled Bee Monster Legion. No wonder Pu Hanrong had refrained from attacking previously—he had been summoning these wild demons!

It seemed he was adept in Demon Summoning Techniques. The Bee Monsters and Banyan Demons from the nests near the banyan tree had all gathered here. They swirled around, forming a storm composed entirely of Bee Monsters, enveloping Tomb Mountain…

“Good, Young Master Pu, let’s join forces and take down Zhu Minglang!” the martial monk from Haoqi Martial School, Yang Hua, said.

The Bee Monsters fluttered densely around Zhu Minglang, and just the noisy buzzing alone was enough to give someone a splitting headache, let alone the fact that each of these Bee Monsters carried a venomous sting—a threat that even a Dragon King might struggle to withstand.

Zhu Minglang swung his sword, and a Sword Qi swept through the group of Bee Monsters, causing hundreds of them to be cut in half, plummeting from the sky.

However, the death of those Bee Monsters was but a small fraction of the entire legion.

Several more strikes of his Breaking Air Sword, and even though hundreds more Bee Monsters died, there seemed to be no end to them.

Just as Zhu Minglang was about to use a more powerful swordsmanship, the despicable martial monk attacked.

Yang Hua’s fists and kicks were imbued with a thick brown gas, turning each of his punches into a torrential flood, fierce and turbulent.