Chapter 502: Chapter 501: I’m Late
Although the voice from behind the mountain was lazy, it carried a domineering aura.
Even though there was only a voice and no figure in sight, the Black Dragon, who had remained calm, suddenly changed its expression. Its eyes snapped open, shining brightly as it looked towards where the voice came from.
However, one could clearly see that within those eyes was a trace of fear.
Just then, an old man emerged from behind the mountain, walking step by step to the top of the peak.
On the mountain top, Lin Hai, the yaks, and others felt an instinctive sense of awe upon seeing this elder, and they quickly stepped aside, making way.
The old man swaggered through the middle of everyone, standing proudly at the mountain’s peak, looking down at the Black Dragon below, coldly saying, “Are you the one trying to bully my brother?”
The moment the old man’s eyes locked onto it, the Black Dragon shivered involuntarily, trembling all over, and then swallowed hard, finally managing to stammer a few words: “Heng… Heng…”
That’s all it could manage before turning around and fleeing for its life.
The moment the Black Dragon fled, the Dwarf, without even thinking, turned to escape as well. In an instant, the two of them soared into the sky, vanishing like the wind.
Standing on the opposite peak, Xiahou Que had originally wanted to jeer at the peculiar old man who suddenly appeared, but upon seeing the Black Dragon and the Dwarf flee without a word, he thought better of it.
No matter how slow Xiahou Que was, he should realize by now that this seemingly ordinary old man was in fact a terrifying existence.
Scared, Xiahou Que turned and fled, feeling he was too slow as he recalled how Toyota Shouzou had escaped. Xiahou Que hurriedly curled his body forward, rolling down the mountain.
The old man standing on the mountain peak, who frightened everyone without even making a move, was none other than Beiming Heng.
The Black Dragon was at the Demon Emperor Great Perfection level, just one step away from Breaking Emperor to Saint, hence it did not fear Wang Tongrui and Ouyang Qiu, who were also at the Demon Emperor level. But it was truly afraid of Beiming Heng.
Because Beiming Heng was a genuine Demon Saint.
Seeing Beiming Heng scare away the incredibly powerful Black Dragon without even using his hands left everyone present astonished. Even Ouyang Feiting, who was quite familiar with Beiming Heng, couldn’t help but widen her eyes, staring dumbfounded at him.
As Beiming Heng stood on the mountaintop, the sunlight shone directly down, bathing him in a golden halo, making him appear even more majestic, akin to a Celestial Being.
Seeing this, everyone at the foot of the mountain looked at Beiming Heng with eyes filled with admiration.
Then, Wang Tongrui suddenly shouted, “What are you doing standing there? Get over here and die quickly!”
Beiming Heng, who had appeared divine, hurriedly bent over, bowing and scraping, saying, “Understood, my dear wife, I’ll be right there.”
Seeing Beiming Heng’s instant transformation, everyone was once again stunned.
Almost everyone thought of the same thing: It turns out that fearing the wife transcends cultivation and status; every man fears his wife.
At this moment, Beiming Heng took a step forward, floating down to the bottom of the mountain, standing in front of Wang Tongrui, flattering with a smile, “What instructions do you have, my dear wife?”
Wang Tongrui angrily retorted, “Are you blind? Go check on your brother Wang Yan.”
Beiming Heng quickly nodded, saying, “Going right now, going right now.”
With that, Beiming Heng approached Wang Yan, gestured for Beiming Xue, who had been healing Wang Yan, to step aside, and then placed his hand on Wang Yan’s chest, gently closing his eyes.
Then, both Beiming Heng and Wang Yan seemed to enter a meditation-like state, motionless.
Standing to the side, Beiming Xue was extremely anxious. Only she knew how severe Wang Yan’s injuries were—not only had he broken more than a dozen ribs, but the Power of Demon Patterns within him was rampaging chaotically, out of control.
Therefore, seeing no response from Beiming Heng for so long, Beiming Xue frowned tightly, growing more anxious.
Seeing Beiming Xue’s anxiety, Wang Tongrui urged repeatedly, “Dead old man, what’s going on?”
“Hurry up, why are you so slow!”
“What’s the situation, just say something!”
Seeing Wang Tongrui’s urgency, Ouyang Qiu coldly interrupted, “Elder Heng is working hard to heal Wang Yan. How come you have no patience? Pushing and rushing like this will only ruin everything.”
Wang Tongrui glared and said, “He’s my man; I can rush him however I want. What’s it got to do with you?”
Ouyang Qiu sneered, “With me around, in a few days, it won’t necessarily be your man anymore.”
Wang Tongrui angrily said, “What did you say? Are you trying to steal my dead old man?”
Ouyang Qiu said, “You think he’s an old man, but in my eyes, he’s a one-in-a-million handsome guy!”
Both Wang Tongrui and Ouyang Qiu were dressed as young ladies, yet both were stunningly beautiful. Aside from being slightly older than Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting, their beauty was by no means inferior.
Seeing the two gorgeous ladies openly fighting over an old man—although this old man looked somewhat immortal—the age gap was truly significant, leaving Lin Hai and others gaping in disbelief.
However, they had no idea that although Wang Tongrui and Ouyang Qiu appeared young, they were actually nearly the same age as Beiming Heng.
Looking young was merely due to preserving their appearance through the Power of Demon Patterns.
Both Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting were long used to this; during their apprenticeship on the mountain, they had frequently seen Wang Tongrui and Ouyang Qiu arguing like this.
However, with Wang Yan in critical condition, Ouyang Feiting was already frantic, tears streaming down her face as she cried out, “Stop arguing, how is Brother Wang Yan?”
Seeing Ouyang Feiting cry, Beiming Xue also began to cry, “Brother Wang Yan—”
At the sight of Ouyang Feiting and Beiming Xue both crying, Ouyang Qiu and Wang Tongrui immediately fell silent, both glaring at Beiming Heng, shouting in unison, “Hurry and save him—”
Their voices were deafening, finally forcing Beiming Heng to open his eyes, then slowly stand up.
Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting hurriedly rushed over, anxiously asking, “Elder Heng, how is it?”
“How is Brother Wang Yan?”
Beiming Heng shook his head, sighed, and said, “Alas, I’m too late.”