The King's Avatar: The Sword Immortal Returns

At this moment, Mo Qian finally understood why Ye Xiu had run away so quickly; it turned out he had already predicted Huang Shaotian's verbal sparring.

In the end, Mo Qian bore the brunt of it all, having to listen to Huang Shaotian's incessant verbal abuse while also preparing to face the Nine-Headed Dragon.
"Old Ye, you've got some nerve! Just you wait, Old Ye!"

Helpless, Mo Qian could only play the role of Sun Wukong, listening to Huang Shaotian begin chanting his mantra for tightening the headband, while silently praying that Old Ye would quickly take down the boss's fifth health bar.
Ye Xiu seemed to know what Mo Qian was thinking, and deliberately slowed down, making Mo Qian's heart skip a beat. Could he not see that Ye Xiu was stalling for time?

"Take it down! Shaotian, hurry up and take over. The boss's sixth health bar is yours. Good luck, this sixth health bar won't be easy!"

Ye Xiu happily handed the boss over to Huang Shaotian, and was just about to take a good rest when he saw Mo Qian's big face waving in front of him.

"Old Ye—have you forgotten something?"

Ye Xiu's happy expression froze instantly. He had no choice but to panic at this moment; he had done something wrong and couldn't bear to meet Mo Qian's gaze.

"Um, well, actually I have a reason, please let me explain, wait a minute! Wait a minute!"

Ye Xiu was immediately grabbed by Mo Qian, and then, of course, came—a scene unsuitable for children.

"It's so itchy! I can't take it anymore! I can't take it anymore, Lao Mo, I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong!"

Mo Qian used all his hand speed here. The speed of a sword immortal combined with the skill of tickling—just imagine, he remained completely silent.

It's unclear where Old Mo learned his techniques, but Ye Xiu was screaming in pain as he was being pressed so hard.
Actually, Mo Qian was doing this for Ye Xiu's own good. This technique was one that Mo Qian learned from an unknown massage master. However, it seemed that Mo Qian's technique was limited; Ye Xiu didn't feel comfortable at all, but instead felt very itchy. Anyway, it was painful.

After half an hour of torture, Huang Shaotian had almost taken down the boss's sixth health bar.
"Old Ye, it's here? Oh my god! Old Ye, what's wrong with you?"

When Huang Shaotian turned around, he noticed that Ye Xiu was disheveled, his hair was completely messy, and he looked like he had just gotten out of bed.

"You'll have to ask Old Mo, I'll do it!"

Ye Xiu rallied and took to the stage again. This time, he was determined to take back everything that belonged to him. He would make up for all the grievances he had suffered at Mo Qian's hands.

"Seventh health bar, wow, it's still pretty thick. You're bullying me now?"

Ye Xiu, with his fiery temper, naturally wanted to subdue this little dragon when he encountered it.

The nine-headed dragon was suffering, but it didn't say anything. It was supposed to have nine heads!

As a result, the strongest boss among these three powerful figures, relying on its overwhelming strength, managed to twist all of the dragon heads off.
Nine-Headed Dragon thought it was already the sixth oldest, after all, it had hidden itself in this remote corner, but Ye Xiu and his group still managed to dig it out.
Tell me, what kind of mess is this? Nine-Headed Dragon was peacefully enjoying hotpot and singing at home, and then Ye Xiu and Mo Qian, this bunch of bandits, robbed him! The only difference is that Ye Xiu and Mo Qian don't have pockmarks on their faces—(End of Chapter)