C9 Drive away the monster

Heavens! Master, what kind of strange power is this!? It was unbelievable that even the eight-tentacle monster's powerful attack power couldn't break through its defense. Magic scrolls, yes, at this critical moment, he must have used a high level defensive magic scroll.

Qiong Sheng thought back to when he was easily taken care of by Zhao Yang. He also remembered that he still had a high grade defensive magic scroll in his possession. Thus, the worry in his heart was finally put down.

The pain from the sharp claws stabbing into his chest became more intense, and beads of sweat the size of beans gushed out of his forehead, fusing into the sea water.

Blood flowed out from the wound and dyed the seawater around him red.

Everything before his eyes gradually became blurry.

Even though Qiong Sheng felt extremely uncomfortable because of the pain, his blurry eyes did not leave Zhao Yang's position for even a moment. As he saw each of the eight-clawed monster's legs chopped off, he felt a bit more satisfied. What followed was that his vision became even more blurry, and his consciousness also gradually became chaotic.

When Zhao Yang cleanly cut off eight of the Eight-Clawed Monster's legs and stabbed the sword towards its chest, Zhao Yang heard the sound of an object landing not far behind him.

Startled, Zhao Yang guessed that Jonson's physical strength was insufficient and he fell down.

With a slight delay, the eight-clawed monster spat out a jet black liquid that looked like ink and charged at Zhao Yang.

When the ink-like liquid was diluted by the sea water and his line of sight returned, the eight-clawed monster from before had already disappeared without a trace. All that was left were a few broken limbs lying on the ground in disarray.

Although he didn't completely rely on his own strength to chase away the eight-tentacle monster, the amazing speed at which he brandished his sword made it hard for the powerful eight-tentacle monster to defend itself. This was enough for Zhao Yang to feel his speed increase and gain benefits.

He believed that if he could raise his strength to a certain extent, even if he met an expert of the seventh or eighth rank, he wouldn't need to use the defensive strength of the magic scrolls.

Zhao Yang kept his sword excitedly and swam to the side of Qiong Sheng. When he saw that he was still breathing and did not die, he quickly brought him to swim towards the direction of his return.

Returning back to Qiong Sheng's residence, Zhao Yang followed the instructions of Qiong Sheng, who had regained his consciousness, and applied the powder to him according to schedule, helping him to bandage his wounds.

After coughing twice, he forced himself to stand up, and smiled as he said to Zhao Yang: "Thank you for your care and care, but back then after you made the contract, I was actually very unwilling. If it weren't for the restriction of the contract, I would never have treated you with sincerity, and seeing your true strength today, coupled with your fearless attitude and quick reaction in the face of danger, I couldn't help but be deeply shocked, and have completely seized my heart. The current me can only be considered a loyal servant who is truly willing to submit to you. "

Zhao Yang smiled and said, "I only saved you out of instinct. Even if I had to face danger, I would never give up on any of my friends or subordinates. Although I was forced to do so when I made the contract with you, I definitely didn't have the intention to treat you as a servant. "Now that you have sincerely submitted to me, I feel extremely happy for your change in mindset. If I am to learn a way to remove this master and servant contract one day, I will not hesitate to help you remove it and return your true freedom."

Jonson said, "Master, there is no need for that. If you think highly of my servant, you will never mention my freedom again. With the restriction of this contract, I can truly feel that I am your servant. If I were to lose this restriction, perhaps I would feel unaccustomed. I, who rarely meets you, might feel very lonely. As my heart moves further and further away from you, I would feel the feeling of being abandoned by my master. "

Zhao Yang smiled as he walked to Qiong Sheng's side, lightly patting him on the shoulder. "Your injuries are still quite severe, and you'll need to rest and recuperate for about ten days before you can truly recover. You should rest properly.

After a few steps forward, Zhao Yang suddenly remembered that the wedding day of Dumakic was just around the corner, and he was filled with worry. He wondered if he would be able to summon his experimental subjects to help me get to Omarsen and rescue Dumakki from his father's clutches.

After Zhao Yang received the talisman and memorized the summoning incantation and the method to use it, he happily left Qiong Sheng's residence.

Outside the door, the cold moonlight illuminated the earth. A few stars were shining in the sky, blinking.

Occasionally, a cool breeze would blow by, causing Zhao Yang, who was wearing thin clothes, to shiver uncontrollably. He tugged at his collar, hugged his body tightly, and strode towards his residence.

When they were approaching their residence, they vaguely smelled a bloody smell coming from within the house. They were startled and thought, "Could it be that I've been robbed again? Who's bloody smell is this?" Not good, I have two of Amali's servants with me!

Thinking of this, Zhao Yang quickened his pace and rushed into the yard. There were countless bloody footprints left in the yard. Judging from the shape of the shop, it was obvious that they belonged to the Fishmen.

F * ck! Motherf * cker, it's the Fishmen causing trouble again!

Zhao Yang cursed in anger and came to the door of the room where the Amali servants were staying. The situation inside was a little too horrible to look at.

The corpses of the two maids were dismembered into several pieces. Their stomachs were gouged out and their intestines were torn out. They were cut into countless pieces and thrown beside the corpses. Fresh blood dyed the entire room red.

Zhao Yang closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. He took out a magic scroll and threw it in, clearing the appalling scene. As he walked upstairs, he thought to himself, 'Why did those Fishmen do this?' Previously, they were tested by Jonson's Murlocs to test my strength, but now that the Murlocs' test subject is dead, who could possibly be the leader of the Murlocs? Could it be the eight-tentacled monster? But how did it know where I lived? Could it be that after he devoured the Murlocs that came to me, he obtained the memories of the one that was eaten as well? If that's the case, then I really have no way to live in this place anymore.

Zhao Yang walked into his room. Just as he was about to seize the moment to cultivate, he suddenly heard the rustling sound of someone's footsteps on the sand. He immediately got down from the bed and opened the window.

This bunch of f * cking fish people, how could they be so hateful! I just killed those two maids, and now they're coming to besiege me! I just came back, how did they know I was back?

Thinking about this, Zhao Yang nodded his head as he understood what was going on. He cursed in his heart: "F * cking Eight-Clawed Monster, it must be him. He must have sent this group of Fishmen to cause trouble after discovering my return." The fact that this Eight-Clawed Monster could easily break through the defense of a rank 8 Magus proved that its strength was above rank 8. Naturally, its hearing abilities were not too bad. Hateful Eight-Clawed Monster, the next time I meet you, I'll definitely chop you into eight pieces to dispel the hatred in my heart.

Zhao Yang looked at the approaching group of Murlocs with panic. After all, there were too many of them. He felt that he might not be able to kill all the Murlocs with just his strength alone.

Zhao Yang let out a light sigh. He took out a Level 8 Attack Magic Scroll and threw it at the central area of the large group of Fishmen.

As the magic power took effect, there was an earth-shattering explosion.

A ball of fire quickly spread out in all directions, with the exploded area as the center.

In just a short moment, it had enveloped the entire space within a few dozen feet of the beach.

Screams sounded out one after another into Zhao Yang's ears.

The light from the magic power dissipated, leaving only a few weapons on the beach that had not been melted by the light from the magic fire.

The large group of Fishmen had also disappeared due to the scattering of the magical light rays.

Looking at the terrifying damage done by the rank 8 attack, Zhao Yang's heart was shocked. He regained his composure and planned to close the window.

Right at this moment, balls of black dots appeared on the surface of the sea in the distance. The direction in which those black dots were moving was precisely the room that Zhao Yang lived in.

Although the speed at which the black dot moved wasn't that fast, the area that the black dot covered was so large that one couldn't see the edge of the black dot.

From this, Zhao Yang deduced that the Eight-Clawed Monster had at least dispatched tens of millions of Murlocs.

Staring at the black mass of fish-headed monsters, he ran towards them while stepping on the waves.

Zhao Yang felt extremely frustrated as he cursed, "Damn it, this eight-tentacled monster is really annoying. It seems like if we don't kill it, it will be hard to stop the fish people's harassment."

Without waiting for the great number of Murlocs to get close to the beach, Zhao Yang took out a Level 10 Attack Magic Scroll and threw it towards the endless sea.

"Boom!" A loud sound rang out and a huge wave soared into the sky. With the exploded area as the center, the wave spread out to the surrounding sea area.

The light of the magical flame turned the entire sea red.

The balls of magic fire, mixed with the raging waves, threw themselves at the Fishmen soldiers who had just emerged from the sea.

The unfortunate and pitiful Fishmen soldiers, before they could even figure out what was going on, had already become wraiths.

The fire attack of the rank 10 spell lasted for more than ten minutes before it gradually subsided.