Chapter 189
Ren Junshuang was so frightened that she collapsed to the ground. She had seen dead people before, but she had never seen anything so terrifying. Lu Yifa was also so horrified that he couldn't speak.
Murong Zhe didn't give any more instructions. With a light tap of his toes, he soared into the air like an eagle, his speed even three times faster than before. He charged straight at Kang Gold Dragon, who was not far away. Blood dripped down his feet, drawing a mottled blood trail on the ground.
"Court death!"
Kang Gold Dragon was both surprised and delighted. His opponent was in mid-air and could not easily move or change position, making him an excellent target. He immediately swung his thick, bridge-like dragon tail and swept it across the opponent's face.
A strong wind blew in his face, and shadows loomed like a curtain, but Murong Zhe's face remained unmoved. His emotions were calmer than ever before, and his thoughts were clearer than ever before. All the changes in the world were reflected in the mirror of his mind, as if he were looking at the lines on his palm.
Just as the dragon's tail was about to reach him, Murong Zhe shuddered, his True Qi shooting down from the soles of his feet through his Yongquan acupoints, tearing through his shoes. The burst of air propelled him upwards, barely avoiding the dragon's tail.
He touched the dragon scale with his foot, borrowed new strength, and slowed down to his limit again. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of the golden dragon. He used the "Rites Imperial Seal" to strike down on the dragon's head. It was like the sky collapsing and the air was compressed into solid, as if the legendary Law Artifact "Heaven-Overturning Seal" had fallen.
"Ah--"
Kang Gold Dragon howled in agony, his voice filled with boundless pain. He hadn't been this miserable even when Si Ming punched his chin open, because one of his eyeballs had been blasted out, and blood gushed out like a fountain. His body thrashed wildly, throwing Murong Zhe away.
Murong Zhe was in mid-air, adjusting his posture to land, when the ground below suddenly cracked open, and a large number of trees emerged from it, entangled with him, and tried to forcibly trap and kill him.
"Found you!"
Murong Zhe, who was aware of every subtle change in his surroundings, had long anticipated this. By sensing the fluctuations of Yao Qi, he located the caster's position. Immediately, he swung his arms, like a roc spreading its wings, and his body soared into the air, avoiding the strangling trees.
Then, he stretched out his leg and stepped on the wildly growing tree trunk, using the momentum to move forward and rush towards his locked target with lightning speed.
"He spotted me! That shouldn't be possible, how did he spot me?"
Jiao Wood Jiao realized that the other party was running straight towards him, and he knew that his position had been discovered. The aura emanating from the other party, which was so powerful that it could repel Gods and Devils, made him tremble with fear.
"With such severe injuries, it wouldn't be surprising if he died on the spot. Why is he still able to move?"
Jiao Wood Jiao dared not let his opponent get close. Unlike Kang Gold Dragon, who was good at hand-to-hand combat, he was good at using his innate supernatural Divine Ability to cast Law Technique. Close combat was his weakness. Moreover, Murong Zhe was in a terrifying state of calmness with murderous intent. It would not be surprising if he were to perish together with his opponent.
He dared not engage in direct combat, and frantically activated his supernatural Divine Ability, summoning waves of trees to obstruct his movements, while simultaneously fleeing in a panic.
However, Murong Zhe had already locked onto his aura, allowing the other party to Tibet without being deceived. At the same time, he used his keen senses to predict the location and time of the trees' appearance. While dodging, he used the trees as stepping stones to accelerate forward, leaving afterimages in the dense thicket.
"Don't come any closer!"
Jiao Wood Jiao had no confidence in competing with human martial artists. Seeing that the opponent was about to arrive, it hurriedly transformed into its demonic form, intending to take advantage of its massive size to buy time.
His demonic body was much thinner and smaller than Kang Gold Dragon's, and it was entirely green. It had no horns on its head and did not have the muscular physique that Kang Gold Dragon had, which made him look like he was good at hand-to-hand combat. Its dragon scales were sparse, giving it the texture of leather armor rather than iron armor.
The Jiao Wood Jiao bared its teeth and roared repeatedly, trying to intimidate its opponent with its imposing presence and prove that it also had the power to resist and was not someone to be easily manipulated.
Before Murong Zhe could even get close, he swung his arm through the air, smearing a pool of blood directly onto its eyes, robbing it of its sight and plunging it into a state of panic and darkness, completely destroying its "outwardly strong" aura.
Immediately afterward, a sharp pain shot through his face as Jiao Wood Jiao received a heavy elbow strike to his nose, as if he had been hit by a demolition ball designed to destroy houses. Blood mixed with an unknown viscous fluid spurted out.
"Big brother, save me!"
Completely panicked Jiao Wood Jiao couldn't help but cry out for help, but Kang Gold Dragon, who had lost one eye, was also in excruciating pain and had lost his sense of balance. He could barely maintain flight, let alone save others.
Murong Zhe placed his feet on the Jiao Wood Jiao's face, slid down, and hung on the scales of its lower jaw. He reached out, grabbed a white scale, and pulled it off with a mighty tug.
Dragons have reverse scales, and so do jiao (a type of Chinese dragon), and the location of the reverse scales represents the main blood vessel connected to the heart.
After removing the reverse scale, Murong Zhe drew his sword and thrust One Sword fiercely.
Puff--
Blood gushed out like a burst faucet. The Jiao Wood Jiao was terrified and flailed wildly, crashing into buildings to try and shake off Murong Zhe. But Murong Zhe was stuck to him like glue, impossible to shake off. Even when he was smashed into buildings and bleeding profusely, he still wouldn't let go.
With a flash of sword light, the wound was torn open further, and the spurting blood drenched Murong Zhe completely, turning him into a blood-soaked figure.
Human blood and dragon blood mingled together, indistinguishable from each other, making his face appear even more ferocious, like a demon god emerging from hell.
Beneath that calm and composed face lies a burning heart, beating faster and faster, more and more intensely, as if it's about to burst out of its chest.
"Get down here! Get out of my way! I'm going to kill you!"
The Jiao Wood Jiao struggled and rolled around desperately, but the more it struggled, the faster its blood flowed, almost staining the nearby houses and buildings a bright red.
Murong Zhe, however, disregarded everything and kept widening the wound, with more than half of his body burrowing into the other's body, wreaking havoc.
"How are you still able to move? You're so badly injured, you should be dead already! Are you trying to drag me down to hell with you?"
Gradually, as he lost too much blood, Jiao Wood Jiao's movements became sluggish, and his breath grew weaker. His courage to fight to the death also melted away like snow under the scorching sun.
"Please, please let me go. I'll never do anything bad again. Don't you humans always say you should give people a chance to reform? I'm willing to change. I promise I'll never kill anyone again. I'll stay in the Yao Withering Realm for the rest of my life and never set foot in the human world again..."
Jiao Wood Jiao begged for mercy in a low voice, but received no pity in return.
By the time Kang Gold Dragon, enduring his own pain, arrived at the scene, Jiao Wood Jiao was already barely breathing, his life hanging by a thread, like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment. Meanwhile, Murong Zhe had just managed to pull half of his body out of the other man's neck.
"How dare you blind me and kill my brother! I will tear you to pieces!"
Before he could finish his harsh words, Murong Zhe looked up and cast a cold glance at him.
That gaze could freeze a volcano about to erupt into a snow-capped ice peak.
Kang Gold Dragon froze instantly, feeling as if his soul had been seen through. His throat gurgled involuntarily, and he swallowed back the words he was about to say.
After a moment of silence, Murong Zhe collapsed face down, sprawling on the ground stained red with demon blood.
Kang Gold Dragon let out a dry laugh, "Ha, ha, ha, so you're already dead. Yes! With such severe injuries, it wouldn't be surprising if you died on the spot. To be able to regain your strength for so long is beyond the limits of ordinary people. There's no way you could..."
He suddenly looked as if his throat was being choked, unable to speak, because Murong Zhe got up from the ground again, and after standing up straight, took a step forward and then looked up at the sky.