[Hetu] [Heavenly Demon] [Episode 9] Chapter 1

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Chapter

One: The World of the Flaming Dragon

Almost as soon as he entered the room, Yang Cun, consumed by lust, sniffed Gao Lianxin's body. A

delicate fragrance mixed with flower petals was enough to burn away any man's reason.

"Lianxin, my darling, I've missed you so much. Come, let me kiss you properly." Yang Cun said, leaning down

and kissing Gao Lianxin.

"Master, why are you in such a hurry? You look so pale. Why don't you rest for a while? I'll get you a glass of water."

This wasn't the first time Gao Lianxin had encountered Yang Cun's passion. Compared to their previous tryst in the wild, this was relatively mild. However,

because of his abnormal complexion, she still felt uneasy.

That coy, alluring shyness was irresistible. Why bother getting water at a time like this? He was thirsty, indeed very

thirsty, but compared to bland water, Yang Cun wanted to drink Gao Lianxin's nectar.

"Baby, no water, just open your mouth and let me quench my thirst. By the way, I'm not just thirsty,

I'm also very hungry." Confident that this beauty wouldn't refuse him, Yang Cun chuckled wickedly, one hand kneading her incredibly

firm breasts, the other pressing against her shapely buttocks, pressing her body completely against his,

transferring his heat to her.

His penis was already erect, just waiting for a warm outlet. He deliberately thrust against Gao Lianxin's waist and abdomen,

and her face turned completely red.

Even though they had already been intimate, in that feudal atmosphere, such lewd actions still terrified

Gao Lianxin. She reached out to block Yang Cun's mischievous hand, her gaze turning towards the door,

a hint of anxiety in her expression.

"Don't be in such a hurry, sir, the door isn't closed yet."

For some inexplicable reason, Yang Cun clearly heard Gao Lianxin's words, but for a

moment he couldn't understand what they meant. His mind became strange, as if drawn by a bizarre force,

unable to control his surroundings. His body reacted purely on instinct.

"Hurry up, I'm dying to release this." A fire burned within him, his lower abdomen even more intensely. In a daze

, Yang Cun felt that if he didn't release it soon, he might be burned alive. This thought dominated

his body , and ignoring Gao Lianxin's struggles, Yang Cun ripped open her belt.

The action was somewhat rough, but more importantly, it was driven by impatience.

"Sir..." If it were just the two of them, he would do as he pleased. But now that her belt was undone, her outer garment

pulled open , and her blood-red undergarment was exposed, Yang Cun still showed no sign of stopping. Grandma Liu was next door.

Gao Lianxin didn't dare call out, but looking at the two wide-open doors, tears welled up in her eyes, and anger surged

within her tried with all her might to push Yang Cun away.

"Master, do you really intend to treat me like this?" Before she could finish speaking, tears streamed down her face. Gao Lianxin choked back sobs,

feeling wronged.

She had always thought he treated her differently, but it turned out that in his heart, she was no different from those frivolous, wanton women

, whom he could humiliate at will, completely disregarding her feelings. Filled with anger and resentment, Gao

Lianxin turned her face away

defiantly, refusing to reciprocate Yang Cun's kiss. In the past, even if she was just a little unhappy, let alone crying, Yang Cun would

try his to cheer her up. But today, even though she was angry, he remained unmoved.

This was more than just unusual. His hot breath sprayed onto her neck, followed by

a sharp pain. Master actually bit her? This wasn't a playful nip; it was a full-blown bite.

The difference in strength was too great; Gao Lianxin couldn't break free at all. The moment she managed to turn her head and see Yang Cun's face,

she was completely stunned.

"Ah..." A scream echoed throughout the courtyard. Overwhelmed by fear, Gao Lianxin disregarded everything

and pushed him away violently. Yang Cun actually fell straight backward.

With a loud "bang," the back of Yang Cun's head hit the ground hard. But he felt

no pain whatsoever, lying there stiffly, without even a twitch of his brow.

Staring at her hands in disbelief, Gao Lianxin simply couldn't believe that she

had actually pushed down such a powerful and strong man, whose strength was many times greater than hers. Biting her trembling lower lip, she cried out, "Someone..."

Because she was too horrified, she couldn't even hear herself.

"Oh no..." Long Chi cried out as he ran over. Seeing Nang Xin's disheveled clothes, his face darkened, and he bowed his head repeatedly.

Gao Lianxin quickly turned around to straighten her clothes. This delay brought Grandma Liu from next door. "What's wrong?" Noticing

the strange expression, Grandma Liu asked, her voice filled with confusion.

"Master... Master, something terrible has happened! Yanlong is gone!" Long Chi naturally held Grandma Liu in the highest

esteem . However, at this moment, despite his many trials and tribulations, he seemed somewhat unsettled. The reason wasn't just

the Yanlong's potent poison, but also its strange appearance.

"What? Weren't you keeping a close eye on it?" As someone who also practiced the Wood and Stone Arts, Grandma Liu naturally understood the Yanlong's toxicity

. If it went out and harmed someone, it would be truly disastrous.

"How should I know? I checked it before it came out, and it was perfectly fine. But when I went back, it was gone!"

With a mournful face, Long Chi shook the animal skin bag in his hand, his eyes filled with heartache...

He wasn't a kind-hearted person to begin with; what did the Yanlong harming anyone have to do with him? It wasn't his orders. But losing such a precious

treasure like that was heartbreaking.

Concentrating only on his lost treasure, Long Chi couldn't care less about anything else. Fortunately, Grandma Liu noticed Gao Lianxin's

unusual behavior and Yang Cun lying on the ground. She went over and asked Gao Lianxin, "Lianxin, what's wrong?"

"Grandma...Grandpa, Grandpa...Grandpa..." Pointing to Yang Cun lying on the ground, unwilling to get up, Gao Lianxin's

voice trembled, unable to finish her sentence.

Grandma Liu was surprised. Thanks to her careful upbringing, Gao Lianxin wasn't a child easily frightened.

Besides, she was naturally calm. But now...what had happened to the Duke? Looking over in confusion, the enigmatic

Grandma Liu gasped, taking several steps back in shock. If Long Chi hadn't caught up and supported her, she

would have fallen.

"What happened, Master? Why do you all look like that?" Long Chi was also bewildered. It was somewhat understandable that Gao

Lianxin was frightened, but if even her master was like this... Following their gaze, I saw the dragon.

Chi was also terrified, his eyes wide open like copper bells, his expression of shock almost

no better .

"This...this...Master, what is this?" Faced with Yang Cun's state, Long Chi couldn't explain, and could only turn

his gaze to his revered master, Granny Liu. At the same time, Gao Lianxin also looked over, her eyes full of pleading.

"It's hard to say." Granny Liu slowly shook her head, her face showing a solemnity she had never seen before.

Yang Cun, who had caused the panic among them, knew nothing, just lying there, eyes wide open, seemingly oblivious. On his

face, his eye sockets contained eerie eyeballs.

The entire eye socket was golden, as if inlaid with a golden eyeball, while the other was a strange blood red,

incomparably bewitching.

In Yang Cun's vision, he could see nothing, hear nothing. The entire space was a blood-red

color, constantly surging back and forth.

Red trees, and a terrifyingly red.

What the hell was going on? One second he was clearly holding the beautiful Lianxin tenderly, how did he end up in

this hellish place the next second?

"Holy crap, where am I? Which idle bastard teleported me here? If I find

him , I'll cut off his manhood and make him taste this kind of unfulfilled desire!"

His pent-up lust hadn't subsided yet.

And why is it so hot here? He was drenched in sweat. Yang Cun watched as a drop of sweat slid down his cheek,

then before it even touched the ground, it hissed and vanished in a puff of white smoke.

Was it evaporated? Damn, this place is insane! That temperature must have cooked his feet

! Looking down in shock, Yang Cun realized he was actually floating in the air, a foot above the ground.

He didn't think he was as light as a feather, so there was only one possibility—he was currently a soul.

One after another, his soul had left his body; if the King of Hell found out he disrespected life, it wouldn't be a good thing. He

wondered what the side effects would be, and whose handiwork it was this time? Yang Cun drifted aimlessly

, like a wandering soul, unsure of where he had come from or how to get out.

The surrounding scenery was actually quite normal. After witnessing the world of the Vajra Seal, Yang Cun felt his

worldview had subtly shifted; he was no longer easily surprised.

Trees, rocks, mountains, and earth were all there, and sometimes unknown

animals would suddenly dart out from some corner. The only difference was that all of these things were red. Their

movement stirred up the air, making it crystal clear.

This godforsaken place, the ground as hot as a fiery mountain—how did those animals survive? Wait,

a fiery mountain? A thought flashed through his mind.

He seemed to have had a similar experience in the alley before coming here, though the feeling then

was much more real. Was it because he was now a soul?

"Damn, no way?" Yang Cun muttered to himself, his eyes wide with shock. If he wasn't mistaken, he should,

perhaps, maybe, knew where he was. To verify his theory, he deliberately approached

an unknown plant, stretched out his hand, and indeed felt a distinct burning sensation.

Undeterred, Yang Cun concentrated his inner energy in his palm and struck out, causing a small, running animal to roll

its eyes. Having experienced the Vajra Seal world, even in his soul form, Yang Cun could

attack at will. What seemed fatal then was now actually helpful.

Shortly after the animal fell, Yang Cun saw the corpse slowly begin to burn, or rather

, it transformed into flames, seeping into the ground and merging with it. Not long after,

a small mound slowly rose from that spot, then broke open, and the animal Yang Cun had killed earlier sprang out

, lively and energetic.

A surge of excitement coursed through Yang Cun's veins. His eyes gleamed with a strange light as he looked up at the blood-

red ... no, the fiery sky. He slowly grinned, unleashing a maniacal laugh that shook the world:

"Hahahahahaha?...:" The power of the Five Elements, Earth Slave is Earth, Vajra Seal, Metal Master Kill. So this space, existing

in a similar way to the Vajra Seal world , must be... Fire generates Yin and Yang, the world of fire. 　　Hahahahaha, who in this world is luckier than me? The world of Vajra Seal, the world , who else is as fortunate as me to have been to both? Even if my arrival was inexplicable, I somehow stumbled upon it, and I've been here, haven't I? 　　In the world of the Fire Spirit, everything revolves around fire. After the laughter and the joy subsided, Yang Cun began to worry. 　　Damn it, I came inexplicably, but I can't leave inexplicably either, can I? How am I supposed to get back? If I'm forced to stay here forever, I might as well have never come at all. He wasn't the kind of cultivation fanatic who would go to extremes for some mysterious power. He really couldn't bear to leave the outside world, especially those beautiful women. 　　He was just an ordinary person, there was nothing he could do about it. 　　If it was the same, then there should be a place here similar to the Vajra Seal Hall, the very place where the Vajra Seal itself resided, right? Once he found that place, he should be able to leave. Thinking of this faint hope, Yang Cun began to look around, trying to determine what was suspicious. 　　In the Vajra Seal, there were forest rangers, so they could look out for each other no matter what happened. But in this world, he was all alone, practically isolated. 　　The other three directions were almost identical, only the last one seemed to be a bit . Hmm, a hall-like building must be located where the terrain changes direction; this direction shouldn't be wrong, right? Having made up his mind, but before he could take the first step, Yang Cun sensed a threat from his side. 　　He quickly turned around; only after determining the source of the danger could he resolve it. Nothing in front, nothing behind, nothing to the left , nothing to the right… empty, nothing there either. 　　Impossible. That increasingly intense sense of oppression was unmistakable. Even if he wasn't extremely strong, he still had some skill ; otherwise, there wouldn't be anyone in this world who always liked to call himself "Yang." After a series of setbacks, Yang Cun finally had no choice but to raise his head. 　　Then, Yang Cun's expression completely changed.

"Damn, that's for the best..."

Ever seen a meteor shower? Ever seen a meteorite fall? If you haven't, then this spectacular scene is

unfolding .

The meteorites, still burning with flames, are falling like a meteor shower, creating a beautiful scene between heaven and earth.

Yang Cun dares to swear that among all the people he knows, in both his past and present lives, absolutely no one has ever seen such a phenomenon.

If he were in a good mood, he really wouldn't mind being a witness to this earth-shattering legend, but why are

those meteorites targeting him? Each one seems to have eyes, no less than a homing missile,

hurtling towards him at an extremely fast speed.

Now, all Yang Cun can do is run, run for his life.

The whistling sound comes in succession, and with a twitch of his ears, he dodges to the right. On his left, a meteorite almost the size of

a car crashes directly to the ground, splashing flames as it slowly dissipates, merging with the earth.

"That was close." Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Yang Cun doesn't even have time to feel relieved before a sharp pain shoots through his left arm. Looking

down , a tiny spark, the size of a thumb, landed on his clothes, quickly tearing a hole before

melting away along with the flesh. In moments, only bare bone was visible.

The finger-thick wound looked like it had been gnawed by insects; the spark only

extinguished reluctantly after reaching the bone.

"My God..." Terrified, Yang Cun was speechless, sweat pouring down his face. Such a small spark had such

power; if a larger piece had hit him, wouldn't he have been reduced to ashes? And more importantly, even as a soul, he

couldn't escape its attack. Just how terrifying was this thing?

What was he waiting for? Run! Fortunately, he only needed to use the wind to move; otherwise, he would have been dead

long ago . Despite his reluctance to admit it, Yang Cun's legs were weak.

If the opponent were a human or animal with attack power, perhaps he could fight back. Unfortunately, he was facing

something uncontrollable. Throughout history, who had ever single-handedly contended with nature? "Isn't that

just courting death?"

Yang Cun dodged left and right with lightning speed. Fortunately, after years of cultivation, all his senses were quite sharp. Even without

looking back, he could clearly perceive the location of danger and quickly avoid it. In the human world, a level three or four Dan

cultivator was considered outstanding. Even if they weren't as monstrous as Yang Shu's level six Dan, few would dare to underestimate them. But in

this world, the only option was to run away.

Sweating profusely, his fine brocade robes were tattered by the occasional falling sparks. Yang

Cun was so disheveled that even he felt ashamed.

Simply running away wasn't a solution. Panting as he fled, Yang Cun finally grasped a pattern to the attacks

. Anger welled up inside him. This wasn't some damn natural phenomenon; someone was orchestrating it.

Fleeting, falling, evolving—a never-ending cycle.

Within this cycle, an abnormal energy was continuously being transmitted into the sky.

Ambush? "You little bastard, don't let me catch you. If I can't deal with you, I'll change my surname to yours."

If he wasn't mistaken, the person who ambushed him was hiding in an invisible barrier. If it weren't for the danger

whistling towards him and the possibility of losing his life at any moment, he might have been interested in playing hide-and-seek with him.

But now, he was on the verge of life and death, and the other party seemed to have taken advantage of this, launching a sneak attack while he was

caught off guard and overwhelmed.

"Fine, very well, you think I'm helpless, huh?" Yang Cun's anger surged, and he decided

to go all out . He suddenly stopped and turned around, activating his inner core to raise a layer of protection.

"Even a rabbit will bite when pushed to the limit. Do you think I'm a vegetarian? Today, I'll show you

what I'm capable of." Sweat poured down his forehead like rain, some of it successfully running through his eyebrows and into his eyes,

burning painfully . But Yang Cun didn't bother to wipe it away. "My life's almost over, what's a little pain? At most

, my vision'll be a bit blurry."

This was utterly reckless. The meteor attack was so brutal; if it failed, the consequences

were unimaginable. He could just ask the King of Hell for another chance, to travel through time again for a bit of

fun.

Next time, he could just be an ordinary rich kid. Not everyone can afford to live like this.

Of course, for someone like Yang Cun, who was far from being a hero, talking about being fearless was

laughable . So, after raising the protective layer, he instantly moved to a spot a dozen meters away to watch.

Risking his life? Sorry, I don't have that kind of habit.

The fiery meteor rushed towards them at top speed, getting closer and closer to the "faint golden protective layer"

until they collided completely.

"Bang..."

With a deafening roar, the scene was filled with an incredibly dazzling light. If Yang Cun hadn't reacted quickly and

turned around to close his eyes, those eyes that had seen so much beauty would probably have been destroyed in that brilliance. If

a comparison had to be made, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe it as an atomic bomb explosion.

Then, waves of maddening heat spread out.

Being a soul, even though it still retained sensations like pain, it was less sensitive than a real body and could withstand

much greater intensity. Looking at the fiery red stones and burning trees destroyed in the heatwave, Yang Cun spat out a mouthful

of saliva .

"Goodness, if I had entered with a physical body, there probably wouldn't even be a bone fragment left by now!" After

all, those things were originally of the same texture as this land. "But, when did my power become

so strong?" Yang Cun muttered to himself, flipping his palm to reveal his eager and excited inner core.

Nothing else was particularly noteworthy, except for the forest stamen, which trembled as if it had taken a stimulant, seemingly poised to break free of its restraints

.

After a long while, everything finally returned to calm. Just calm; the surrounding landscape was vastly different from its original state.

All the obstacles had vanished, replaced by an endless wasteland,

and nothing that should have sprouted from the earth showed any sign of revival. It was precisely because of this lack of obstruction that a spot different from the rest

caught Yang Cun's attention.

Actually, the difference wasn't visually apparent; at least, they looked the same. But for some

reason , whenever he saw that spot, his inner core became even more frenzied.

Something's not right, very not right. His past life as a thug told him that if something was abnormal, uncovering

it would reveal something shady.

The wind whistled in his ears.

Wait, wind? Where did the wind come from in this sweltering place? A sense of foreboding washed over him, and then he looked down,

stunned.

Meteorites continued their radiant, beautiful fall.

"Damn it, again?"

He continued his frantic run. This time, however, he had a purpose and a target, heading towards that unusual place

.

Less than a few meters away, a burst of light flashed in his hand, and without thinking, Yang Cun smashed it. Another

loud crash, and a large crater appeared in the seemingly ordinary spot. It was indeed a protective layer;

the interior gradually became transparent, revealing a blood-red platform that constantly changed shape. On it, a familiar face gave

Yang Cun a sinister smile.

Actually, he wasn't that familiar, having only met it once, but upon seeing that smile,

Yang Cun immediately sensed something was wrong.

A three-meter square meteorite was already overhead, poised to strike in a second! Dodge

was impossible.

Damn it, I'm unlucky. If I survive, I'll catch every single red snake, skin them, sew their

skins into shoes, and boil their flesh and bones into soup to feed the dogs.

That's right, what was inside the protective layer wasn't a person, but a small, bright red snake with an

eerie .

Flame Dragon.

As he closed his eyes and awaited death, Yang Cun suddenly realized that his earlier feeling hadn't been wrong; the snake

had indeed bitten him. As for why there was no wound…

Time passed silently. Yang Cun stared at Flame Dragon expressionlessly, his heart burning with hatred for it, yet

his face remained impassive.

This guy seemed to have mind-reading abilities; he dared not show any ease, fearing that if it saw him, he would never have

a chance to turn the tables.

The more he acted this way, the more Flame Dragon's expression became, a mixture of mockery and contempt.

How could a mere snake have such a rich array of expressions? This was utterly illogical, yet

Yang Cun had witnessed it all.

"Hmph, don't think you can use yourself as bait just because you neutralized my attack. Don't forget, I'm your nemesis."

An extremely young male voice carried a deep, penetrating allure, a charm that made Yang Cun want to vomit, even though Yanlong's words

weren't directed at him.

Above Yang Cun's head hung the Vajra Seal, radiating light that seemed to dazzle his eyes; just minutes before,

it had saved his life.

The meteorite was only inches away; a counterattack or dodge was impossible.

In the smug smile

of a crimson beast in the form of a snake, even death wouldn't be surprising. At that moment, besides anger and utter despair, Yang Cun thought of those beautiful women.

If he had been content with his lot, traveling and enjoying life with those beauties, regardless

of the Crown Prince or the poisoned corpse, how could things have turned out this way? Overwhelmed with sorrow, Yang Cun suddenly

felt something burst forth from his body.

A dazzling golden light shone forth;

nothing . A sudden glimmer of hope appeared.

Unaware of how the Vajra Seal itself launched its counterattack, Yang Cun, who was completely immobilized, only felt a

powerful energy. Strangely, this power, strong enough to destroy everything, somehow managed

to shield him. The deep, bone-revealing wounds on his body, corroded by the meteorite's sparks

, were healing at a visible speed. Later, a faint golden light enveloped him.

Yang Cun knew he wasn't the master of the Vajra Seal. The Vajra Seal was inherently powerful;

without sufficient strength, he couldn't control it. They were currently mutually dependent. The Vajra

Seal needed to lie dormant within him, while he needed the Vajra Seal's power. They didn't interfere with each other, like…

well, the most unfamiliar… friends.

After Yanlong's disdainful words, Yang Cun sensed the Vajra Seal's anger; its fury

raged within him. Fire outside, fire inside—this feeling was unbearable for Yang Cun . He gleaned some information

from Yanlong's words : 　　the power of the five elements, their mutual generation and restraint. Fire restrains metal—did this mean the little snake, which should be a fire spirit, was the m-star of the Vajra Seal? Was that why the Vajra Seal was so angry? 　　The moment this thought crossed his mind, Yang Cun plummeted from the sky. It didn't hurt, but the posture was quite unsightly—head down, feet in the air. His image… 　　but that wasn't the problem. The problem was that the Vajra Seal had returned to his body to sleep and showed no sign of emerging . 　　Was it because he had the thought that "Yanlong is its nemesis"? A thought struck Yang Cun. Did this mean he was now telepathically connected to the Vajra Seal? There was no time to try communicating; dealing with this obviously hostile creature was more important. 　　Since it could speak, communication wouldn't be a problem. 　　"Why? Why are you picking on me? What did I do to offend you?" He asked , this was what puzzled Yang Cun the most. 　　"No, quite the opposite, it's because I've taken a liking to you." The Flame Dragon wagged its tail, speaking with an air of seriousness, but its words made Yang Cun want to vomit blood. 　　"Damn it, you think you can kill me just because you've taken a liking to me? Does that make any sense? Does that mean people you hate will treat you with respect ?" A beast is indeed a beast; even its methods are so unconventional. 　　"Who are you calling a beast?" The Flame Dragon, which had been speaking politely, suddenly became enraged. Its crimson body was so alluring that it was impossible to look directly at it, and flames leaped three zhang high, causing Yang Cun to stumble back several steps. 　　"I didn't..." Before he could finish his excuse, in the sweltering heat, Yang Cun actually shivered . The word "beast" truly remained unspoken, but how could it know? That crimson inner core... could it be...? Sweat poured down even more; Yang Cun didn't think this was a good thing.

"Hmm, you're right." The smug look on the little snake's face successfully brought Yang Cun to tears. It said, "My

senses are inside your body, so I know what you're thinking."

A sense of crisis washed over him. What could be more terrifying than having your every thought completely known to your opponent

? His face froze, as if carved by a knife. Yang Cun asked stiffly, word by word, "What...

what exactly happened?"

His first encounter with the Flame Dragon was only a few hours ago. At that time, he only felt that this thing was strange,

nothing more, until later when he was inexplicably bitten by it.

Could it be because of the bite? "No." The little snake denied it decisively, smiled mysteriously, and said,

"Think further ahead."

It really could read his mind, but why hadn't this happened before? It seemed that

everything had changed since the Vajra Seal broke through his body.

To avoid remaining passive, he had to clear all his thoughts and let his brain enter a meditative state.

This was not an easy thing; often, the brain was not under his control. However, having

cultivated , although he couldn't last long, he could still manage seven or eight minutes.

Calming his mind, Yang Cun cleared his mind of all distractions and began to focus on dealing with the Flame Dragon. It wasn't a genuine recollection;

who knew if it had set a trap? Yang Cun gradually calmed down, his gaze on the Flame Dragon icy cold. Yang

Cun coldly said, "State your purpose. What exactly do you want?"

The snake had no eyebrows, so its furrowed brows looked ridiculous. After a brief moment, its

gaze towards Yang Cun held confusion. Yang Cun naturally understood the reason; it was probably surprised because it couldn't fathom his

intentions .

However, Yanlong didn't dwell on it for long. He quickly returned to his strange state, staring at Yang Cun and saying in a domineering and

matter-of-fact tone, "My purpose is very simple: I've taken a liking to you."

"Hmm?" Yang Cun frowned, puzzled, and asked, "And then?"

"And then?" After tilting his head and thinking for a while, Yanlong said, "And then, that scum already has inside your body

, so I'm unhappy, very unhappy."

Scum... scum... The anger in his heart suddenly resurfaced, and it came from Vajra Seal. Yang Cun really couldn't

understand whether Vajra Seal was afraid of Yanlong or what, that it could be so tolerant?

"That's right," Yanlong nodded, his tone quite serious, and began to explain to Yang Cun with great interest, "

Ordinary people don't catch my eye. It's your luck that I've taken a liking to you! But your body has already been

occupied by something else."

It's either scum or something, Yanlong really knows how to treat Vajra Seal.

"And then?" Why did he smell something different from usual?

"And then? What then?" Startled, Yanlong reacted, saying, "This was my mistake.

To avoid leaving evidence of my poor judgment, I had no choice but to kill you."

To be able to justify murder so confidently and grandly was truly...

However, Yang Cun didn't reply, only watching it with unprecedented coldness. Even

without the Vajra Seal, did it think Yang Cun was so easy to kill?

"But it seems it really won't be easy." Yanlong's expression was more like talking to itself as it continued, "

Since protecting you, killing you won't be easy; it will become much more troublesome. But..." Glancing over

, Yanlong's smile was eerie and alluring, making one very uneasy.

"Haha, I'm still the smartest; I've already thought of a solution." Do snakes have hands? No, if anyone

insists on adding them, it's a foolish act of gilding the lily. However, the actual situation was not the most bizarre, but only more

abnormal . Yang Cun watched as the little snake conjured a pair of tiny hands,

smugly , its eyes gleaming with cunning, before vanishing in a flash.

"That's it, winning by force. I'll have a fight with it, and whoever wins gets your body.

Of course, this isn't because your body is exceptionally good, it's just a matter of face."

Face… even a snake has face… what kind of world is this?

Yang Cun stared at the smug little snake and slowly asked, "If that happens, what will I do?" It wasn't just overthinking;

the snake's eyes clearly indicated that this suggestion wouldn't be as good as it made it out to be. "Hmm… you

?" Blinking its small eyes, the Flame Dragon scrutinized Yang Cun with an unusual expression, then chuckled, "It won't be too serious,

just a broken arm or a missing leg, at most you'll become mentally impaired. Don't worry, even if I don't protect you, that guy will protect your

life. Of course, this doesn't include mistakes."

Good, very good.

Yang Cun's face paled completely. He glared at Yan Long and lunged forward, shouting, "Damn it, even if I die, I'll make you

pay !" At the same time, light flashed in his hand as he attacked Yan Long.

He had planned to strike at the heart of the matter.

Unfortunately, his attack was deflected before it could reach Yan Long. Yan Long laughed with extreme contempt.

"You really are a fool. Your inner core contains the power of the Vajra Seal. Fire overcomes metal, so how could you possibly hurt me?"

After saying this, Yan Long's eyes changed. The mockery vanished, replaced by a chilling light. Cold,

cruel , bloodthirsty, and ruthless, the eerie green light possessed by a highly venomous snake.

With a swift movement, flames several feet long shot out. Yang Cun, prepared, retreated while building a

protective . He could still smell the distinct burning odor from his hair, and the intense heat almost drove him mad.

The feeling of being engulfed by flames could only be described as pain.

Pain—his skin felt like it was about to crack open; the burning agony quickly spread throughout his body. In the firelight, Yang Cun saw the Flame Dragon's laughter

outside and heard it smugly say, "What I hate most are those who overestimate themselves. I'll teach you a

lesson. Don't worry, I won't let you die, because I haven't had enough fun yet."

If it's an insult, what could be more humiliating? Is there only humiliation in the face of overwhelming power

? Sorry, that rule doesn't apply to Yang. Overestimating yourself, huh? Then I'll show you

what true power is.

His eyes blazing with heat, Yang Cun roared, forcing out the last breath from his chest, "Ah..."

In the Flame Dragon's contemptuous pupils, he saw a ball of flame, not particularly intense, flying towards him.

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