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“What?!” Jing Teng, Pei Mianman, and the others looked at each other in dismay. Even Salamay, Mojard, and the other monsters’ eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

The Monster Lord’s original body was that three-headed bird? What kind of joke was this? Wasn’t that the Monster Lord’s mount?

All of the monsters were stupefied. Even after all this time, they hadn't even found out who their true enemy was?

Zu An adjusted his aura while walking toward the injured bird. He'd also exhausted quite a bit of his energy from the sudden eruption of power. He explained, “I destroyed your head twice in a row, but then it grew back. I was already starting to wonder just how many there were. Then, that three-headed bird came out of nowhere. I initially thought… 'Do you have three heads?'"

He recalled the giant corpse ball from the Sealed Land as he continued, "But then I realized that something wasn’t right. There aren’t many creatures that don’t rely on their heads. They're almost all freakish creatures without much intelligence, too. But you're clearly not in that category. After thinking about it, seeing someone who could lose their head and be completely fine… That could only mean there was something strange about this body of yours.

“I then remembered that you could create bodies for the monsters who invaded this world using the blood pool. So I wondered, could you create a body for yourself too? If that was the case, where would your real body be?”

“That’s all you knew? And then you already guessed what my real body was?” the Monster Lord exclaimed, looking at him with disbelief.

“Of course not. The decisive evidence was that once you were pressured, you summoned that three-headed bird.” Zu An chuckled. “That was your biggest mistake. You were clearly the only one who followed us through the transport formation. How could something as large as the three-headed bird be hidden?

“Additionally, this world of ours is extremely special. The world barrier has already been reconstructed. Without my permission, no outside creatures can possibly enter.” Zu An looked at the bird before continuing. “Yet you were able to summon something this big.

“After thinking about it for a long time, there couldn't be any other explanation apart from the two of you being the same creature.” Zu An chuckled. “I then remembered that whenever I saw you in the Monster World, you were always with the bird. That further proved my suspicion.

He gave Mojard a glance before continuing, “You pretended to be in a difficult spot. On the surface, as long as I could block the three-headed bird’s attacks and endure serious injuries as a result, I would have a chance to destroy your body. After all, not many could resist that temptation.”

Mojard’s entire face turned red as he realized that not a single one of his deductions had been correct.

Zu An changed the topic. “But no one knew that your killing intent came from your original form, that strange bird. If I'd thought that I could survive its attack and only sustain serious injuries, I would already be a corpse right now. I am actually quite surprised, though. How is it that no one in the Monster World knew about your original form, even though you’ve been there for so long?”

By that time, Zu An was already in front of the bird, brandishing his sword. Suddenly, however, a streak of light wrapped around the Monster Lord and pulled him into the distance. Zu An was surprised and immediately turned around.

Salamay and Mojard also looked in the same direction, their gazes landing on the subordinate near them. They looked as if they were seeing him for the first time.

That monster had a smile on his face. He slowly rose into the air and asked the Monster Lord, “Have you thought about my proposal yet?”

The Monster Lord seemed to have recognized who he was. He was shocked and overjoyed. “I promise you that I will sign an agreement with you and become your mount!” He was already about to die. Now that he was given a chance of survival, he naturally wouldn’t let go of it.

All of the monsters here were stupefied. They'd never expected the powerful and arrogant Monster Lord to actually act so petty and low now.

A mount? And who is this person?

If Salamay and Mojard really still thought of him as their subordinate, they would be dumber than pigs.

The ‘subordinate’ shook his finger and said, “Your respected self, please don’t misunderstand. It is not becoming a mount, but rather a companion.”

“Companion, companion, of course.” The Monster Lord sighed in relief. Either way, he would agree with anything this person said right now.

He had actually felt conflicted about whether to agree to their proposal or not, and had felt a bit unwilling before. After the invasion plans against the Cultivation World failed, he'd placed all of his hopes on the Lord of Slaughter’s backup plan. But he'd never thought that all of his efforts would still fall through in the end, and that even his life would be put at risk.

The current situation made the other party's conditions much more reasonable.

Zu An gave Salamay’s group a cold look. This woman’s subordinates really had been infiltrated to a ridiculous degree. Then, he looked at the subordinate and said, “You're that Time Scribe from before, aren't you?”

He'd never forgotten about that mysterious Time Scribe. After all, he'd almost been framed as Manager Pi’s killer. That incident had left him with some lingering fear of this individual. If even the Monster Lord had managed to sneak his way into the Cultivation World, it would only have been weirder if the Time Scribe couldn't manage to.

“Time Scribe Yuan Zhou. I greet the lord of this world.” Light distorted around the monster’s body, and someone who resembled a young scholar took his place. But there was a mask over his face that made him look eerie and frightening. There was no scholarly elegance to him at all.

“What are you planning to do here?” Zu An asked, looking at him coldly.

“I came to have a chat with you…” The Time Scribe’s expression changed as soon as he opened his mouth, because he saw that Zu An instantly appeared in front of him, thrusting the divine sword at him using the power of the will of the world.

A pencil immediately appeared in the Scribe's hands, and he quickly drew a character in front of him. An invisible wall of energy appeared between the two of them, and several restrictions rushed at Zu An.

But a second later, Zu An vanished. The spot he had just been in was replaced by the Monster Lord’s original body.

The Monster Lord was seriously injured, so how could he have expected that Zu An would suddenly switch with him while attacking the Time Scribe? He was almost instantly restrained by the Time Scribe’s various skills. Even though he tried to break free with his various treasures, he was just too weak right now. In the end, he was still trapped.

The Time Scribe’s expression changed. He was worried that Zu An would use this chance to attack the Monster Lord, so the brush in his hands moved at tremendous speed to quickly undo the Monster Lord’s restrictions. At the same time, he started preparing layers of defense behind the Monster Lord so Zu An wouldn’t attack again.

But a moment later, his vision blurred. He saw that he and Zu An had swapped positions! Zu An was now in front of the Monster Lord. Under the Scribe's alarmed gaze, Zu An's sword sliced through the Monster Lord's final head.

The Monster Lord still hadn’t had all of the restrictions removed yet, so his movement was limited. How could he avoid this attack?

As for the Time Scribe, he had reflexively placed all the defenses behind the Monster Lord so Zu An wouldn’t suddenly attack from that direction. Because he was on the other side, he hadn’t applied any other defenses there. How could he have known that his opponent would use the position exchange skill two times in a row? The powerful defenses ended up doing nothing, and to some degree, the Time Scribe even helped Zu An hold the Monster Lord in place.

As he watched the Monster Lord’s massive corpse crush a mountain, the Time Scribe felt as if he was dreaming.

Zu An wiped the blood from the tip of his sword. “Right, what did you say you wanted to talk to me about again?”