Chapter 500: Chapter 499: Black Dragon Appears
Seeing the cold gleam leaving just a trace of blood on the dwarf’s head, Beiming Xue and the others couldn’t help but feel despair.
This slight injury not only failed to hurt the dwarf, but would completely anger him. At this point, it’s feared the dwarf would no longer agree to take Wang Yan as a disciple.
In other words, Wang Yan has cornered himself into a dead end.
Yet, Wang Yan stood there, leaning on the Soul-Breaking Spear, with a smile on his face, because only he knew how powerful his cold gleam would be.
At that moment, rocks flew wildly, and the ragged dwarf emerged from the rubble, furiously charging at Wang Yan: “You bastard, I’ll kill you.”
It makes sense that as a mighty Demon Emperor, he had suffered disgrace in front of a Demon King and was lightly injured, losing face.
As the dwarf charged, Wang Yan showed no sign of worry, smiling slightly as he said, “Fall!”
With Wang Yan’s words, the dwarf suddenly dropped from mid-air, hit the ground, and clutched his head, screaming, “My head, it hurts so much!”
Screaming, the dwarf rolled around on the ground.
Wang Yan took a deep breath, gradually straightened up, and raised the Soul-Breaking Spear.
Holding the Soul-Breaking Spear, Wang Yan walked toward the dwarf step by step, saying, “Injured by my Soul-Breaking Spear, your soul was shaken. The angrier you are, the more your soul will suffer. Unless you stay still and don’t move for a month, your soul might recover.”
Upon finishing his words, Wang Yan reached the dwarf, the Soul-Breaking Spear aiming at him.
Seeing Wang Yan approach, the dwarf jumped up, shouting, “Don’t scare me, I’ll kill you.”
But as soon as he jumped, he screamed again, clutching his head: “My head is splitting, help!”
The dwarf was in such extreme pain that he ignored the Soul-Breaking Spear pointed at him.
Wang Yan took a deep breath and slowly thrust the Soul-Breaking Spear toward the dwarf.
As the Soul-Breaking Spear descended, Wang Yan coughed up blood, his face turning paler, but the spear continued to draw closer to the dwarf.
The dwarf could only roll on the ground, defenseless.
Xiahou Que and the others were terrified; Wang Yan could hurt and even kill a being like the Demon Emperor, which was astonishing, even if somewhat opportunistic.
Witnessing this, Xiahou Que and the others were so scared that they dared not utter a word.
The tip of the Soul-Breaking Spear loomed closer to the dwarf, leaving everyone trembling with fear.
As the Soul-Breaking Spear was about to pierce the dwarf, a sudden black wind arose in the valley, appearing abruptly, and almost instantly flew towards Wang Yan, colliding with him.
Wang Yan, already heavily injured, was swept by the black wind, immediately knocked to the ground, coughing up blood uncontrollably.
Already severely injured, Wang Yan couldn’t even stand after the black wind hit.
Seeing this, Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting rushed down from the mountain top to Wang Yan’s side.
Seeing Wang Yan pale and bleeding profusely, Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting nearly broke into tears. Crying, Beiming Xue placed her palms on Wang Yan’s back, channeling the Power of Demon Patterns into his body.
This was Beiming Xue using her Recovery Soul Skill, Ice Ripple, to heal Wang Yan’s wounds.
However, Wang Yan’s injuries were too severe; even during Beiming Xue’s healing, he continued to bleed.
In urgency, Beiming Xue increased the Power of Demon Patterns.
But Beiming Xue’s abilities were too weak; facing Wang Yan’s injuries, her Demon Master-level healing was futile.
Even if Beiming Xue poured all her powers into Wang Yan for healing, it was but a drop in the bucket.
Watching Wang Yan bleed profusely, Beiming Xue was anxious yet helpless, tears streaming down her face.
Ouyang Feiting wanted to help Beiming Xue but was powerless, standing by in anxiousness.
Upon seeing the black wind that injured Wang Yan, Ouyang Feiting angrily shouted, “Who is sneaking from behind? Come out; if not, I’ll start cursing.”
Saying that, Ouyang Feiting’s eyes fell on Xiahou Que and others on the hill.
Xiahou Que had already witnessed Ouyang Feiting’s Cloud-Piercing Rocket power, and dared not meet her gaze. Everywhere she looked, people lowered their heads.
Raising her hand, Ouyang Feiting produced a red Fire Bow, angrily shouting, “If you don’t come out, trying to act like a turtle, I’ll kill the dwarf turtle here first; if you don’t come out, I’ll kill all the little turtles on the hill and wipe out your turtle family.”
At this moment, a cold voice came: “Ill-mannered child, if no one teaches you, then I will.”
As the voice came, it seemed distant, as if miles away, but drew closer while simultaneously appearing before everyone.
Accompanying the voice was a stern-looking man.
The man wore a black robe, had a square face exuding authority, and his aura seemed stronger than the dwarf’s.
Seeing the man, Xiahou Que and the others knelt respectfully, declaring, “Subordinates greet Lord Black Dragon.”
Upon hearing Xiahou Que address this man as Black Dragon, everyone was taken aback.
They had heard of Black Dragon, the real ruler of Wanghai City, and never expected him to appear here.
Indeed, the person coming was Black Dragon himself.
Black Dragon took a few steps, reached the dwarf, and gently patted his back. Instantly, the dwarf stopped screaming in pain, his eyes regaining clarity.
The dwarf, seeing Black Dragon clearly, stood up gratefully, saying, “Thank you, Lord Black Dragon, for saving me.”
Black Dragon waved him off, and the dwarf retreated a few steps, standing behind him.
Black Dragon raised his head, looking coldly at Wang Yan and the others, saying, “My Wanghai City has been disrupted by you children. Such rudeness; if no one teaches you, then I will.”
Saying this, Black Dragon raised his hand, spreading his palm, aiming to grab Wang Yan and the others.