Bai Xiaolong shook his head.

He couldn’t understand Meng Yang’s thought process; this was my accomplishment, why are you jumping on the bandwagon?

There’s no way I’m sharing it with you.

"I don’t care, I want half of the credit this time!"

Meng Yang was furious too.

I thought I could get some benefits, but who knew you’d hide in the toilet and refuse to come out.

No way, Meng Yang couldn’t swallow this indignation if he didn’t get any credit.

"No way!"

Bai Xiaolong flatly refused.

"No? Then I’ll announce it on Martial Arts Network and buy the trending spots!"

Meng Yang added.

"Announce what?"

Bai Xiaolong was quite shocked, his spine was chilled.

"I’ll announce that we’re in a relationship, and I’m drowning in debt, debt doesn’t faze me, I’m dragging you down with me."

Meng Yang smiled sinisterly.

"You... despicable!"

Bai Xiaolong was fuming.

"Being kind is useless against you... hush..."

They exchanged a few words, then another Tuyue Warrior barged in.

Yes.

He charged in frantically.

And then, it was like a flood burst forth.

Meng Yang almost suffocated from the stench.

This beast, how much trash did he stuff into his belly?

Bai Xiaolong’s eyes burned fiercely, but for the sake of the honor—no, for the sake of the great human cause, he had to endure and keep shooting.

But the stinging smell distorted the air, Bai Xiaolong’s eyes were blurred with tears.

What kind of suffering am I enduring, Bai Xiaolong?

62!

Bai Xiaolong finally succeeded in shooting.

...

64!

68!

71!

81!

...

"Bai Xiaolong, what should I do? I can’t hold on any longer."

The stench gave Meng Yang near-sightedness, astigmatism, and visions.

He felt that if he stayed any longer, he would break down.

His eyeballs were done for.

"There are only a dozen left, hang in there, victory is right at hand!"

Bai Xiaolong was only holding on through sheer willpower, because behind me stands the Divine Land, and its countless people.

"I really want to throw a firecracker and blow up this pit!"

Meng Yang was already teetering on the brink of insanity.

He felt like every cell in his body was filled with poison.

"Stop talking nonsense, be a bit more positive, you’re making me slack off. You really can’t team up with pigs!"

Bai Xiaolong didn’t want to throw firecrackers, he wanted to throw Meng Yang in to wash off and cleanse his shameless behavior.

Now that would be a memorable scene.

"Hush!"

Meng Yang wanted to say more, but Bai Xiaolong quickly stopped him.

Another Fifth-Grade Yangxiang Race member walked in.

But this one didn’t release anything; instead, he took out a piece of source image stone, then looked at the female Yangxiang Race inside it and began his pipeline operations.

Yes.

This guy sat on the toilet but didn’t do his business; he was engaging in self-indulgence.

Ugh!

Dirty.

Meng Yang cursed in his heart.

Ugh!

Filthy.

Bai Xiaolong condemned in his heart, what kind of a creature is this?

Everyone’s standing in line outside the toilet, and you’re indulging yourself.

Swish!

Three seconds later, Bai Xiaolong seized the opportunity and directly shot a poisoned needle.

No choice, this filthy idiot only lasted three seconds.

"He’s just trash."

The three-second man left, Meng Yang sneered.

"At this rate, you’re probably even worse than him."

Bai Xiaolong taunted.

"Bai Xiaolong, you’re dirty too."

Meng Yang didn’t want to discuss the matter.

...

96!

97!

98!

...

With only two poisoned needles left in the box, yet the Yangxiang Race members in line all walked away.

Exactly!

They might be preparing for the final pre-war assembly, all the martial artists from the Tuyue Garrison Camp have departed.

The toilets, once bustling, now grew quiet.

"It’s a pity, the last two poisoned needles feel wasted."

Meng Yang sighed.

His face seemed to have been smoked to a dark green.

"Wasted?

"Wasted how? The remaining two poisoned needles can still be used in the future. If someone offends me, I can make them wish they were dead.

"For instance, a dumb guy named Meng."

Bai Xiaolong smiled sinisterly.

Leaving two poisoned needles may not have much use, but it can at least intimidate Meng Yang.

An unexpected benefit.

Unfortunately, he received the poisoned needles too late; if it had been before gaining the Mandarin Duck Sword, how great would it have been? Meng Yang wouldn’t have dared to take the sword for himself.

"Bai Xiaolong, I advise you to be a bit kinder, or I won’t hesitate to announce our ’relationship’.

Meng Yang was quite terrified.

He quickly threatened Bai Xiaolong back; you’re just a mower, trying to scare a shepherd?

"Let’s go, we’ve agreed to meet at the city gate, I wonder if Su Yue and Yang Lezhi have succeeded!"

Bai Xiaolong was tired of talking to Meng Yang; he swallowed a disguise pill and jumped down in the state of Yangxiang Race.

The cart carrying sewage was still there; he and Meng Yang had to push it to leave the Tuyue Garrison Camp.

This was pure torment.

"What debt did I owe in my previous life, that I have to endure such a catastrophe!"

Meng Yang barely suppressed his urge to vomit, loading a cart full of sewage.

Thus, the two pushed the sewage cart, quietly leaving the Tuyue Garrison Camp.

Everything went smoothly.

There were hardly any martial artists left in the Tuyue Garrison Camp, and the sewage cart smelled too bad, no one would question their identity.

In fact, no martial artist even wanted to approach them.

After leaving the Garrison Camp, they found an empty space where Meng Yang immediately dumped the sewage on the street, showing no civility.

He fled, nearly mad.

Finally free from this nightmare.

"Meng Yang, something’s not right. The streets of Jing Niao City are empty; it seems like Cang Ji is planning a war!"

Bai Xiaolong ditched the sewage cart and fled.

They headed to the agreed meeting spot. On the way, Bai Xiaolong frowned.

The emptier Jing Niao City was, the more troops Cang Ji was gathering.

Looks like the Zhao Qi Corps is going to face an epic battle.

Not good news.

"Hmph, the more alien soldiers there are, the better. 98 poisoned Fifth-Grade soldiers, they’ll go mad and definitely severely damage the lower-grade Yangxiang Race troops.