“You’re really a peculiar mortal.” The Nian Year Beast’s playful nature was roused. After all, they were inherently curious and energetic demon beasts; otherwise, they wouldn’t mingle with crowds of people every year just for fun.1

With a roar, the Nian Year Beast pounced at Lu Yang. The latter swung his arm and struck back. Ever since he strengthened his physique, he found close-quarters combat quite interesting.1

“You think I’m afraid of you?!”0

Man and beast wrestled. The Nian Year Beast pinned Lu Yang down and snarled at him, spattering his face with spittle.0

“Three Flavor True Fire! Ptui!”0

Lu Yang had first learned the Three Flavor True Fire to unleash it from his mouth, catching enemies off guard. He never expected to use this method on a Nian Year Beast.1

Singed by the fire, the Nian Year Beast’s mane shriveled and curled into tiny black specks....0