Fiancée Stolen by MC, I Trip Them up-Chapter 298 - 200: The Crown Prince of Zu’an!

Linglong was also shocked to see the Golden Behemoth.

Her cultivation wasn’t high enough to discern the Golden Behemoth’s level.

However, seeing the protagonist nearly powerless to fight back, she guessed that the Golden Behemoth was at least above the eleventh tier Void King Realm.

A King Realm entity from the Otherworld.

Such a powerful being had never appeared in the Cultivation World.

Linglong took a deep breath, realizing for the first time how harsh the Cultivation Realm’s environment was.

If the Three Thousand Small Worlds were all filled with beings of this level, then the Cultivation Realm was truly endangered.

The protagonist rolled on the ground over a dozen times, finally stopping when he hit a black tombstone.

Wow!

The protagonist suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, thick with fragments of various colored internal organ tissues.

The previous roar from the Golden Behemoth had directly severely injured the protagonist.

However, the Golden Behemoth wasn’t completely unharmed either.

The protagonist’s all-out attack had severed one of the Golden Behemoth’s toes.

The Golden Behemoth was naturally irritable, and now severely wounded, it lost its sanity completely.

Although the irrational Golden Behemoth’s destructive capabilities increased several levels, its erratic attacks without strategy actually reduced the threat it posed.

Of course, the reduced threat was relative only to the Golden Behemoth at its peak state.

The protagonist, now severely wounded, couldn’t resist even the mindless rage of the Golden Behemoth.

"Amitabha!"

The Golden Behemoth casually pulled a giant black stone monument from the ground and swatted it down towards the protagonist like swatting a fly.

At the critical moment, the old monk appeared.

"Amitabha!"

The old monk shimmered with a golden light, his palms pressed together, his expression solemn.

It was the energy the protagonist had charged for him using the Dragon Domain earlier.

The old monk stood before the protagonist, looking calm, with an expression of compassion in his eyes.

"The Buddha says: Who goes to Hell if I do not?"

The old monk glanced back at the protagonist amidst the ever-compressing pressure in the air.

Then, under the protagonist’s shocked gaze, he emulated the Buddha with a serene smile.

"The humble monk shall go!"

With that, the old monk transformed into a golden light and rushed towards the Golden Behemoth.

Then.

Bang!

The black monument fell.

The old monk couldn’t even resist for a second before being swatted away.

The protagonist saw this scene, and his mouth twitched furiously.

What was he even expecting?

So,

What was all that self-sacrificing, heroic display by the monk about?

If you’re not capable, why put on a show?

The protagonist felt a belly full of complaints but didn’t know where to begin venting.

"Danger!"

Watching the approaching black tombstone, he showed a worried expression for the first time.

The strength of the Golden Behemoth exceeded his expectations.

Such terrifying Otherworld creatures, so physically formidable, felt like cheating.

The protagonist couldn’t imagine how many resources it would take to sustain such an enormous being.

"Will he come again?"

Seeing the downright murderous Golden Behemoth driven by excessive anger, Zhao Yi’s image suddenly flashed in his mind.

Without any particular reason,

He suddenly felt that if anyone could save him, it would certainly be Zhao Yi.

This feeling came entirely out of the blue.

Perhaps it was because Zhao Yi had rescued him several times in dangerous situations?

But Zhao Yi had also fooled him more times.

The protagonist shook his head, trying to shake off this odd notion.

He’d rather die than let Zhao Yi rescue...

Hmm?

Just as he was thinking this, the roaring wind unexpectedly ceased.

He instinctively looked up and saw a tall and slender figure blocking the Golden Behemoth.

Zhao Yi, towering at eight feet, barely seemed bigger than an ant in front of the hundred-foot Golden Behemoth.

Yet, this lone, frail ’ant’ was firmly halting all the Behemoth’s assaults.

From behind, the protagonist looked at Zhao Yi, his eyes moved.

Zhao Yi’s seemingly weak figure compared to the Golden Behemoth appeared like a vast monumental stone, stubbornly halting the storm.

"You, you..."

Watching Zhao Yi’s back, the protagonist couldn’t help but be lost in thought.

Hearing the noise from behind, Zhao Yi turned around, glanced at the battered protagonist, and grinned wide, revealing a set of neat white teeth.

Then, as soon as he opened his mouth, he shattered all the protagonist’s fantasies.

"You loser, how did you get beaten to this miserable state again?"

Bravo!

His fists clenched tight!

His face flushed red, almost suffocating from rage.

That bastard!

Furious, the protagonist’s face turned iron blue, intent on not looking at Zhao Yi, his fists clenched tightly within his spacious monk robes.

If he weren’t injured, he would certainly bash Zhao Yi’s head in.

Seeing him almost enraged to death, Zhao Yi pouted.

Not much ability, but a big temper.

However.

Zhao Yi glanced up at the towering Golden Behemoth before him, feeling an involuntary chill in his heart.

No wonder the protagonist got beaten to the ground like a grandson.

The terrifying beast towering at a hundred feet tall, with strength and speed both top-notch.

Against Zhao Yi, who honed his body similarly, ordinary Cultivation Realm cultivators were truly no match.

Zhao Yi placed a finger against the black monument; no matter how the Golden Behemoth exerted force, it couldn’t be pushed forward an inch.

The Golden Behemoth soon realized that the insect before it was different from the ones before.

It retracted its hand and looked down at Zhao Yi, its gigantic head issuing a thunderous roar: "Who are you?"

The Behemoth Race communicated simply, each sentence just two monotones; Zhao Yi easily understood.

"I’m your grandfather."

He started with a taunting tone.

Although the Golden Behemoth was irate, it wasn’t foolish.

It didn’t understand his words but got his tone.

"Roar!!"

The Golden Behemoth roared skywards, then swung the black monument down ten times faster than before.

"Here it comes!"

Seeing the imposing black monument, Zhao Yi bent his knees into a graceful horse stance.

Then he thrust his rear leg powerfully, launching himself like an arrow from a bowstring.

"Monkey Steals Peaches!"

"Roar!"

Thud!

The heavy black monument weakly fell to the ground.

The Golden Behemoth clutched at its groin, wailing in pain, and knelt heavily.

"Tsk tsk."

In the distance, Linglong saw this and marveled at Zhao Yi’s shamelessly low-strike tactics.

"Sure enough, His Highness the Crown Prince makes extraordinary moves!"

After speaking, she turned to Yao Qing, who was also wide-eyed.

"Did you summon His Highness the Crown Prince?"

Zhao Yi’s timing was very odd.

The protagonist couldn’t have sent the message; Su Qianqian wouldn’t bother Zhao Yi.

Therefore, it could only have been Yao Qing.

Yao Qing’s eyes dodged: "I previously found an excuse saying I needed to relieve myself, then released the Mingdi Bird, not expecting he’d arrive so quickly."

Linglong immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at Yao Qing, she nodded in approval: "Even a fool sometimes comes up with something wise. You did well this time. If not for His Highness’s timely arrival, we’d all be dead here today."

After speaking, she focused on the kneeling Golden Behemoth.

Although Zhao Yi’s attacker had severely injured it, it wasn’t lethal.

The crisis remained unresolved!

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