Chapter 1967

So he quietly changed the hand gesture he had placed on his knees, formed a seal, and immediately a centipede appeared on Tang Seng's collar.

The centipede crawled along Tang Seng's collar to his neck. Tang Seng felt the abnormality and frowned.

The itching sensation brought by the centipede crawling on his neck was not the most important thing, and Tang Seng clearly had already sensed this centipede.

"Heh heh! Tang Seng, I don't believe you won't fall down this time."

The Grand National Master curled his lips into a cold smile and thought to himself.

On the other side, the centipede crawled onto Tang Seng's neck, meandered for a few circles, then suddenly stopped, opened its mouthparts, and bit toward Tang Seng's neck.

Tang Seng frowned fiercely, and a sharp, numbing pain immediately came. This centipede not only bit extremely painfully, but the venom in its body quickly spread to every nerve in Tang Seng's body.

Tang Seng moved involuntarily, and his meditation posture began to sway, looking as if he could not sit still and was about to fall from the square platform.

"Tang Seng can't take it anymore! The Grand National Master is going to win!"

"Haha, it really is the orthodoxy of the Three Pure Ones. This Tang Seng finally knows how powerful they are."

"In that case, who is the demon and who has the immortal magic is clear at a glance."

Everyone who saw this scene began to discuss it one after another.

Everyone had waited for so long, accompanying the King of Chechi to watch the duel here, so for them, perhaps who eventually won was not the most important thing; rather, they were looking forward to seeing the result early so they wouldn't have to drag it out.

The King of Chechi was eating a slice of sliced muskmelon, squinting his eyes, looking at Tang Seng's position, his expression extremely serious.

At this time, Sun Wukong also looked at Tang Seng's square platform. He frowned and said, "What's wrong with Master? Before, even if he meditated for three days and three nights without eating or drinking, he wouldn't move at all. Why can't he sit still now?"

Fahai looked at Sun Wukong, a thought flashing in his eyes, and said, "I suspect there must be something strange about this. Should I go take a look?"

Sun Wukong nodded, and Fahai immediately had his Primordial Spirit leave his body and headed toward Tang Seng's position.

On the ground, Marshal Tianpeng, General Juan Lian, and the White Dragon Horse all narrowed their eyes, paying close attention to Tang Seng in the sky.

Fahai flew to Tang Seng's side and saw that Tang Seng had been frowning the whole time, his cheeks covered in cold sweat, his fingers beginning to tremble slightly, yet he was still maintaining his meditation posture.

Fahai saw at a glance that a red scar had appeared on Tang Seng's neck, and there was bruising around the scar, spreading outward. ===== CHAPTER 1969 =====