Chapter 3933 — A Bit Too Ruthless
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 3
"Er... sharp tongue!" Meng Zhou choked for a moment, then ground his teeth and ordered: "Blackback Staff Ape, what are you waiting for? Get to it! Once that stupid pig is torn to pieces, I'd like to see whether you can keep running your mouth then!"
At those words, the Blackback Staff Ape abruptly accelerated, turning into a black blur as it pounced at the Thunder Pig.
In strength, in speed, in agility—the Blackback Staff Ape was top-tier in every one, a rare combat species even among the many spirit beasts. No wonder Meng Zhou treasured it like a prize and had such confidence in it; this monkey's strength was truly no joke.
In the blink of an eye, the Blackback Staff Ape had seized the Thunder Pig's two chubby forelegs in its hands. Before it, the Thunder Pig, for all its Heaven-rank great-perfection level, had not the slightest room even to struggle.
Everyone's hearts leaped into their throats—by the look of it, the Thunder Pig was about to be torn in two alive!
"Tear it apart! Tear it apart!" Meng Zhou howled in triumph, gesturing wildly as though he were on the verge of leaping onto the stage to demonstrate himself.
Just then, something unexpected happened.
*Pfft!* A spray of fresh blood suddenly splashed down over the Thunder Pig's head. Everyone present, Meng Jueming included, was instantly struck dumb—and Meng Zhou likewise spat out a great mouthful of blood; unable to catch his breath, he nearly fainted dead away on the spot.
The Thunder Pig was not torn in two. Instead, it was the fierce-looking Blackback Staff Ape that, for no apparent reason, suddenly began spurting blood from all seven orifices; before it toppled stiffly over, its crimson blood had sprayed across fully half the arena—a sight too ghastly to bear.
Silence—deathly silence across the whole arena.
"Senior, you were a bit too ruthless this time!" Wei Zhao communed secretly with Ghost Thing through his divine sense. This miserable end for the Blackback Staff Ape had been Ghost Thing's handiwork.
As everyone had expected, the Thunder Pig was, after all, only a non-combat spirit pet meant for treasure-hunting. Even with its Heaven-rank great-perfection level, no matter how it struggled, it could never have been a match for the Blackback Staff Ape—so Wei Zhao had secretly summoned Ghost Thing to help.
Wei Zhao had assumed that Ghost Thing, being an elder of the spirit-beast clan, would at most give the other side a scare even if it agreed to help, and would not truly strike to kill. He had never expected Ghost Thing to simply blast the creature with its divine sense until it spurted blood from all seven orifices and died. It was truly beyond all expectation.
"What I did was merely help it find release," Ghost Thing said with an indifferent, eerie chuckle. "Compared to being controlled as a puppet by that piece of human scum, wouldn't death be the cleaner fate? Isn't that so? By the same token, you human cultivators slaughtering one another is far more brutal than this. There is war among my spirit-beast clan as well—did you think any random spirit beast is on old man's side? By your logic, you and Meng Zhou ought to shake hands and make peace!"
Wei Zhao was caught between laughter and tears at this. In the eyes of you, senior spirit beast, it may be release—but perhaps that Blackback Staff Ape would rather have gone on being Meng Zhou's puppet spirit pet, clinging to its wretched existence and living on?
In the end, it was simply that Ghost Thing could not abide these so-called spirit pets—especially those forcibly subdued with spirit-pet talismans. In the eyes of this great figure of the spirit-beast clan, these brainwashed spirit pets were likely the shame of the clan, better dead than living in such misery; better to let them die early and find release.