As they say, once a stranger, twice a friend, he was starting to get used to this kind of scene now.

He even secretly anticipated the appearance of new characters.

'So strange, but... I'll take another look.'

Under Zhang Ze's gaze, the southern giant beast's dragon body was enveloped in swirling golden light. Pieces of diamond-shaped magical artifacts revolved with his divine thought, forming a shield to withstand the gushing torrent.

The Tyrannosaurus, realizing that its mouth cannon didn't work, didn't attempt another shot. Instead, it used its two short claws to form a spell.

The sound of his heartbeat resonated like war drums, shaking the earth. Its skin ruptured instantly, and the feather robe it wore was stained a blood-red color.

Then it landed heavily, causing the ground to tremble.

Blood-red mist surged around it, and two massive blood-red arms sprouted from its back.

Faintly visible, a humanoid shadow appeared and disappeared within the blood mist, like a deity.

Zhang Ze looked down at the statue in his hand and found that the gesture of the two hands behind the Tyrannosaurus was somewhat similar to that of this statue, and the shadow behind it was almost identical to the statue.

As the Tyrannosaurus from the Horror Family transformed, the southern giant beast dragon wasn't idle. Its hexagonal magical artifact disassembled again and, moments later, transformed from a shield into an axe.

Golden thunder roared over the giant axe, absorbing more than half of the power from the previous mouth cannon.

The so-called "non-aggression" means, if you don't attack me, I won't act; if you hit me, I'll bounce back and chop you down.

No problem with that.

"Giant of the Mo Family, why do you destroy my Horror Temple?" The Tyrannosaurus warily eyed the giant axe and questioned.

"Heh, Horror Saint still so irritable, I sensed an unknown force using outer space methods again, so I came here, not knowing what you're talking about.

If you don't believe me, then let's fight!"

"Fine! Then let's fight!"

...

Hiding within the Cyan Lotus, Zhang Ze had already started munching on sunflower seeds, eyes wide open, watching the two giant beasts brawl.

Two memory stones beside him shimmered softly, recording this wonderful moment.

Zhang Ze was getting quite absorbed.

Once he accepted these bizarre settings, Zhang Ze found the scene increasingly exciting.

Horror Son is still a son; the southern giant is still a giant.

In the Legalist School of the Zhu Family, "Zhu" of Zhu Dynasty refers to Jurassic's "Zhu."

Tyrannosaurus fighting the southern giant, Horror Family fighting Mo Family, no problem there.

The Horror Saint did not use any mystical spells, relying solely on physical strength, occasionally releasing another mouth cannon, more purely a body cultivator than Zhang Ze had ever seen.

The Mo Family Giant's combat technique, however, was different. The magical artifacts transformed, shifting between a sword and shield, absorbing the ferocity of the Horror Saint and returning it all back.

The force of ten thousand pounds flowed and transformed in constant flux.

The scene before him fulfilled the ultimate fantasy of a beast-fighting enthusiast. It was a feast for thrill seekers, a gospel for rowdy watchers, the final haven for bloodthirsty audiences.

Half of Zhang Ze's remaining rationality reminded him that the Mo Family Giant's words contained clues about Li and Brother Feng.

Since it could recognize the outer space method, it must have seen it before, possibly having seen Brother Feng and Li.

Judging from its tone and demeanor, it seemed more approachable than the other Horror Saint.

The most rational approach at this moment would be to show up and explain the situation, join forces with the Mo Family Giant to defeat the Horror Saint, then learn about the situation from the Giant, but…

The essence of curiosity still urged Zhang Ze to keep watching.

Where is Laozi in this? Where is the School of Military? Where is the Legalist School?

The immortal version of the Jurassic Hundred Schools of Thought, missing this would be a shame.

Although he didn't know where this bizarre inheritance came from or if it was related to him, Zhang Ze felt that since there was a Horror Temple, a Giant, there was no reason the other schools wouldn't be around...

Reality didn't disappoint Zhang Ze. Soon, Laozi arrived.

Not only did he arrive, but Laozi could also fly.

A wind god pterosaur emerged from the mountains, soaring through the heavens and seas, its massive crest reflecting an unknown light, eyes calm, as still as a deep well.

He did not intervene in the two's dispute, merely glanced down from the sky before retracing his route.

He flew away.

Leaving a final remark before departing.

"Another Horror Saint, so dull."

Yet, the Horror Saint cared little for that. Upon seeing the large pterosaur, he became excited, as if seeing a long-lost spouse.

Pushing back the Mo Family Giant, his two huge hands behind him shook the ground, suddenly accelerating to almost impossible speeds, as his form appeared in the air, the earth's tremors lagging behind.

"Hey, Xiao Yaozi, with friends coming from afar, shouldn't you spare a life!"

The Horror Saint's eyes were blood-red, the two colossal arms behind him swelled again, and as they reached their limit, with flesh nearly torn apart, they reached for the pterosaur's wings, seemingly intending to tear it apart. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

But just as they were about to make contact, with a light flap of the winged dragon's wings, the distance between the two giant beasts suddenly became nearly infinite, like heavens apart.

Yet, there was nothing muscles couldn't achieve. The Horror Saint's two giant hands turned into afterimages, punching continuously, and the spatial spell Xiao Yaozi cast was shattered in an instant.

Hiding within the tiniest Cyan Lotus, Zhang Ze almost wanted to add sound effects for the Horror Saint, like "Ora Ora Ora," but decided against it.

A cunning person shouldn't make rash noises.

"Sigh~" The winged dragon known as Xiao Yaozi sighed as it looked at the Horror Saint's fist. Then it vanished into an illusory dream under the punching barrage, as if it never existed.

It slipped away, not stooping to the level of a fool.

The Horror Saint, finding his punches landing on nothing, was naturally displeased. With a thundering fall, he turned to look back, intending to find another one to enjoy, "Mo Family Giant! Come…"