The moment the Infernal Overlord was vanquished, the demonic mist that had blanketed hundreds of meters instantly dispersed. The heavy gloom overhead faded away. As soon as the Monkey King departed, a deafening 'CRACK!' echoed through the air, like glass shattering. Suddenly, the world snapped back to normal and the Bamboo Lodge reappeared before Shawn Young. Drained and weak from the battle, Shawn nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound, but quickly realized—ah, of course! The collapse of Chiyou's Soulbinding Array had finally shattered the barrier!
"Whoa—!" As the barrier shattered, a figure on the rooftop of Bamboo Lodge let out a blood-curdling scream and crashed down hard. Shawn Young snapped his gaze upward—sure enough, it was Master Wuxiang, the old Taoist villain. The evil statue of the Infernal Overlord in his hands had exploded into fragments, and he lay sprawled on the floor, his gray-yellow robe a total mess. Wuxiang was curled up like a dying shrimp, face pale as a ghost, dark red blood trickling from his mouth and soaking his chest, his eyes rolling back, trembling like a quail in winter. He looked just like a fish flopping around on its last breath—all his fierce swagger wiped out in an instant!
"Heh heh—backlash from your own dark magic! All your cultivation, gone! Ha ha ha—Wuxiang, you wicked old freak! You’ve done enough evil in your life, you totally deserve this!" Shawn instantly saw what had happened and burst out laughing. Turns out, when Wuxiang activated the Chiyou's Soulbinding Array, he had to use his own soul and all his power to summon the Infernal Overlord. But he never imagined the ancient demon king would be wiped out by the Monkey King, summoned by Shawn using the same trick! As the loser, Wuxiang suffered a brutal backlash—his veins ruptured, his soul damaged, his powers destroyed, his life’s cultivation gone in a puff. Talk about paying the price!
Master Wuxiang couldn't even hear Shawn Young’s taunts anymore. He lay on the floor of Bamboo Lodge, mouth wide open, desperately gulping air. The injuries were so bad, his heart felt crushed by a ton of bricks—he was barely breathing. If not for sheer willpower, the guy would’ve croaked right then and there.
Just as Shawn Young started up the stairs—whoosh!—a streak of red dropped from the sky. It was a rope, long and snake-like, that instantly snatched up Master Wuxiang’s limp body and yanked him straight into the air. In a flash, both rope and Taoist soared over Bamboo Lodge and disappeared into the dense woods behind, vanishing without a trace!
"Ah—damn it! Daniel Feathercloud! You sneaky bastard—it's you again!" Shawn Young cursed, instantly recognizing the red rope as a classic trick of the Nine Chrysanthemums Society. He realized Daniel Feathercloud had been hiding in the shadows, spying on his showdown with Master Wuxiang, and now took the chance to snatch Wuxiang’s body. Shawn didn’t know what Daniel was plotting, but he knew the guy was way too crafty to grab a washed-up Taoist for nothing. Daniel must have a plan—Shawn just couldn’t figure out what yet.
"Heh heh heh—Shawn Young, even Master Wuxiang couldn’t handle you. You’re tougher than I thought. But now I know all your tricks—next time we meet, I’ll have a real surprise for you!" Daniel Feathercloud’s sinister voice floated out from the woods.
"Son of a—damn you, you sneaky bastard! Don’t you run!" Shawn Young shouted, about to leap after him. But at that moment, the closed door of Bamboo Lodge swung open. Out stepped a man with a gleaming blue tactical knife, smirking at Shawn. "Hey there—" Shawn stopped in his tracks and looked up. It was Frank Falk, the mercenary leader.
"Ha ha ha, that was one hell of a show! I’ve never seen magic like that before. But you know what? No matter how badass you are, you can't touch me now!" Frank Falk sneered, yanking Rainie Cheng—her hands tied behind her—out from the doorway. He shoved her in front of him as a human shield, pressing the blade tight against her throat. One wrong move, and Rainie Cheng would be history!
"Hey! What are you trying to do? I’m warning you—don’t you dare!" Shawn Young shouted, panic written all over his face.
"Fine! Fine! I’ll do it—damn it, is this what you want?!" Shawn Young, totally humiliated, quickly unbuckled his belt, whipped off his pants, and flashed his goods. At this point, all he could do was swallow his pride and play along!
"Holy shit—damn, you really are packing! No wonder you’ve got so many women, you stud! I fucking hate you!" Frank Falk stared at Shawn’s 'Little Shawn'—clearly shocked—then shouted in a jealous, bitter voice, his eyes blazing with envy and rage.
"Uh... why hate me? Don’t you have one yourself?" Shawn Young muttered, shooting back. He realized Frank Falk was making him strip and show off, and judging by his reaction, the guy was totally jealous of Shawn’s 'Little Shawn.'
"Hell yes, I do! But yours is just too damn cocky! Today I’m gonna cut your junk off, so you’ll never score with another woman again!" Frank Falk shrieked, face twisted with rage, raising his knife like he really meant to take out Shawn Young’s 'Little Shawn!'
"Alright, you win!" Shawn couldn’t think of any way to outsmart Frank Falk and had to give in. He obediently dropped to the floor, hands on his head, glaring at Frank with furious, frustrated eyes.
"Ha! Look at those eyes—bet you’re pissed, huh? Kid, I love messing with you. Since you like to watch, here’s my command: drop your pants! Right now!" Frank Falk shouted at Shawn.
"Uh—why do you want me to take off my pants?" Shawn stammered, totally thrown off.
"Ha ha ha—maybe you don’t know, kid, but I did my homework on you. Didn’t dig up much, but I know you’ve got a harem of gorgeous women, and you must be packing some serious heat down there! So today, I wanna see if your junk is really as big as they say! Gotta know if you’re really the stud everyone thinks you are! Plus—I’m pretty damn good with knives." Frank Falk snickered, waving his blade.
"Uh... seriously?" Shawn hesitated—he hadn’t expected Frank Falk to be this much of a freak.
"Hurry up and strip! Or I’ll get mad—and when I’m mad, this knife gets twitchy!" Frank Falk snapped, pressing the blade even harder to Rainie Cheng’s throat.
"Fine! Fine! I’ll do it—damn it, is this what you want?!" Shawn, totally humiliated, quickly unbuckled his belt, whipped off his pants, and flashed his goods. At this point, all he could do was swallow his pride and play along!
"Holy shit—damn, you really are well-endowed! No wonder you’ve got so many women, you stud! I fucking hate you!" Frank Falk stared at Shawn’s 'Little Shawn'—clearly shocked—then shouted in a jealous, bitter voice, his eyes blazing with envy and rage.
"Uh... why hate me? Don’t you have one yourself?" Shawn muttered, shooting back. He realized Frank Falk was making him strip and show off, and judging by his reaction, the guy was totally jealous of Shawn’s 'Little Shawn.'
"Hell yes, I do! But yours is just too damn cocky! Today I’m gonna cut your junk off, so you’ll never score with another woman again!" Frank Falk shrieked, face twisted with rage, raising his knife like he really meant to take out Shawn’s 'Little Shawn!'