"Uncle Master..."
Upon seeing this, Yang Jingyi and Wu Weizi, along with Chang Wude, were in a panic and rushed to help the Ghost Lord, who had fallen to the ground. Wan Yunting stood rigidly nearby, his face frozen, eyes wide open as he stared at the Ghost Lord in Wu Weizi's arms, spewing fresh blood from his mouth...
For a moment, Wan Yunting's mind went blank, and the ringing in his ears drowned out all external sounds...
"Yan Donghai, I will kill you...!"
Chang Wude, severely wounded, his face contorted, lost his reason and charged at Yan Donghai...
Following him, Xu Lingwei and Qi Wu also drew their swords and pounced without hesitation...
"Brother Guan Zhu, Brother Guan Zhu..."
Li Zihang approached, grabbed Wan Yunting's arm, and shook him, his anxious voice calling in his ear, "Wake up..."
The next second, Wan Yunting's heart jolted violently. He finally came back to his senses. But when he looked carefully, he saw that Chang Wude, Wu Weizi, Xu Lingwei, and Qi Wu had all been injured by Yan Donghai and were lying on the ground.
"Young man, I'll give you one last chance..."
Yan Donghai walked over, stepped on Chang Wude's chest, and with a benevolent smile, said to Wan Yunting, "Hand over the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles, and I will spare all your lives. Otherwise, I will kill them right now!"
"Cough..."
Chang Wude, pressed to the ground, coughed. But his old face was contorted with rage, and he cursed, "Yan Donghai, kill me if you have the guts. Chang Wude will never forgive you even as a ghost."
Yan Donghai lowered his head, his old eyes looking down contemptuously at Chang Wude beneath his foot. He was not provoked by his words at all, but he exerted pressure with his foot, causing Chang Wude to cry out in pain, and smiled, "Do you really want to die?"
"Come on, kill me..."
Chang Wude spat blood, his old eyes wide, and he roared at Yan Donghai through gritted teeth.
"Heh heh, you have backbone. Then I will fulfill your wish."
Yan Donghai's lips curled into a sinister smile, and a fierce glint appeared in his eyes. He prepared to increase the pressure with his left foot, crushing Chang Wude's chest into pieces...
"Stop..."
Wan Yunting, having regained his senses, quickly shouted to stop him. With panic in his eyes, he looked at Chang Wude, who was pinned to the ground, and said to Yan Donghai, "If you dare to kill him, you will never get the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles!"
Yan Donghai looked up at Wan Yunting and smiled, "Young man, are you trying to threaten me with your death?"
Wan Yunting was agitated. Because he didn't want to see what happened to Lu Xiaodie and Zheng Rong happen again, he gritted his teeth and said coldly, "If you dare to kill even one person, I will die right now!"
This made Yan Donghai narrow his old eyes. From the fierce look in Wan Yunting's eyes, he could tell that this brat was not joking. Immediately, Yan Donghai lifted his foot and smiled, "How about this? You come with me, and I'll spare their lives."
Wan Yunting knew he wanted to capture him to hand over to the main god of the Heavenly Eye God Cult.
For the safety of Chang Wude and Wu Weizi, he nodded without hesitation: "Alright, I'll go with you."
Yan Donghai smiled, "Don't try any tricks. In front of me, all tricks are just fleeting clouds."
Wan Yunting nodded and said, "Don't worry, I'll go with you honestly."
"Let's go," Yan Donghai said with a smile.
In fact, he didn't want to kill anyone. After all, it wasn't decades ago when one could kill as one pleased.
"Yunting..."
Duan Yingying, Yang Jingyi, and the others looked at Wan Yunting with worry in their eyes. He shook his head at Chang Wude, Wu Weizi, and the others, saying, "It's fine. At worst, I'll just hand over the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles to them."
Yan Donghai chuckled, "Don't worry, I'm old now and want to accumulate some virtue. As long as he obediently hands over the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles, I won't kill him."
Thus, under the anxious and worried gazes of Chang Wude, Wu Weizi, Yang Jingyi, and Duan Yingying, Wan Yunting honestly descended the mountain, with Yan Donghai following closely behind to prevent him from trying any escape tricks. However, with Yan Donghai's realm, Wan Yunting was just an ant in his eyes. All tricks were fleeting clouds in the face of power...
Rustle...
Suddenly, a loud commotion came from the dark forest grass, as if something was crawling. Wan Yunting, who was descending the steps, was startled. Yan Donghai, following behind him, raised his old eyebrows and also turned his head to look into the dark mountain forest in the ten o'clock direction. He seemed to have sensed something, which immediately put Yan Donghai on alert.
"What is it?"
Above, Yang Jingyi and Duan Yingying, along with the injured Wu Weizi and Chang Wude, Xue Xinghe and Qi Wu were taking care of the Ghost Lord, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground cultivating. But seeing the huge commotion from the dark mountain forest, an invisible, terrifying aura made everyone present feel inexplicably panicked...
"Zhi She!"
This familiar aura made Wan Yunting's expression change drastically. He stared with wide eyes at the dark forest, where a colossal serpent covered in black scales, with a huge head raised, its pair of green, luminous, lantern-sized eyes, and its closed mouth occasionally flicking a crimson tongue...
As this giant serpent slowly revealed its head and massive body, it was observed that two white horns, resembling dragon horns, grew on its head!
For a moment, Yan Donghai's old eyes widened, and he looked at the giant serpent with white dragon horns on its head in disbelief. He was so shocked that he couldn't help but exclaim, "Could this... could this be the Zhi She that has cultivated into a flood dragon?"
Chang Wude, Wu Weizi, Yang Jingyi, and Duan Yingying from above also clearly saw this giant snake with strange dragon horns on its head. Even the Ghost Lord, who was recuperating, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the giant snake with dragon horns in disbelief.
This giant serpent raised its head. It ignored Yan Donghai. Its pair of green, luminous, lantern-sized eyes, which had appeared from the darkness, had been locked onto Wan Yunting all along, and it slowly approached him...
Yan Donghai's old face changed slightly. Looking at Wan Yunting before him, he clearly saw that this flood dragon, which only appeared in legends, was coming for him. This made him and Chang Wude and Yang Jingyi above feel alarmed, not knowing how Wan Yunting was connected to a mysterious flood dragon.
"It really is you!"
Facing this giant serpent with dragon horns on its head, both in size and appearance, it had changed greatly from the large serpent he had encountered in the Ling Mountain cave. However, the aura of this giant serpent remained unchanged.
In fact, it was not so much an aura, but rather the blood essence within Wan Yunting that was the same as this giant serpent's. Therefore, he immediately recognized that this giant serpent with dragon horns on its head was the large serpent encountered in the Ling Mountain cave.
However, what shocked Wan Yunting and made him find it incredible was the enormous change in this large serpent. Not only had its size reached that of Red Tira, but it seemed to be much larger than the Red Tira serpent. What was even more astonishing was the two white dragon horns on its head.
The Zhi She with dragon horns on its head extended its head towards Wan Yunting, its closed mouth flicking its tongue. Its lantern-sized, green, luminous eyes were filled with a confused gaze as it observed Wan Yunting, seemingly wondering how this human, who had drunk its blood before, had not only survived but also refined its snake blood and gained some of its abilities.
The reason this Zhi She appeared was naturally because it was attracted by the aura emanating from Wan Yunting. Seeing this human who had almost killed it before, this Zhi She, which had become sentient and possessed spiritual awareness, suddenly opened its massive mouth and let out a roar at Wan Yunting. The sound was no longer a hissing sound like that of a snake, but rather like the roar of a dragon that had transformed into a flood dragon.
The terrifying sonic wave made Wan Yunting dizzy and unsteady, feeling as if his internal organs were about to be shattered by the Zhi She's sound waves. Even Yan Donghai, standing behind him, had a drastic change in his expression. He quickly circulated his energy to seal his senses and used his qi to resist the terrifying sound waves emitted by the Zhi She. However, his steps faltered, and he was pushed back two steps by the sound waves. His blood churned, and he barely managed to regain his footing...
But Chang Wude, Wu Weizi, Yang Jingyi, and Duan Yingying behind him were not so lucky. The Zhi She's terrifying sonic attack caused Qi Wu and Xu Lingwei to bleed from their ears, and they collapsed to the ground, screaming...
Wan Yunting covered his ears with both hands, his face contorted in pain. Finally, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and he fell onto the steps. The qi and blood within his body churned chaotically, and his face instantly turned pale and bloodless. His internal organs suffered severe damage...
Then, the Zhi She stopped roaring, but in the next second, it suddenly bit Wan Yunting and carried him away. However, it did not swallow him. Instead, it turned its head and headed into the dark mountain forest, intending to leave...
"This is bad, Yunting is in danger..."
Chang Wude, Wu Weizi, and the others above watched as Wan Yunting was carried away by this strange giant snake. They were all greatly alarmed and wanted to stop it...
Yan Donghai, who had also regained his senses, widened his old eyes and shouted at the departing Zhi She, "You beast, I know you have spiritual awareness and can understand human speech. Let go of that boy, or I will cut you down and sever your chance of becoming a flood dragon!"
These words made the Zhi She, which was about to leave, stop. It slowly turned its head back, still holding the injured and defenseless Wan Yunting in its mouth. Its pair of lantern-sized, green, luminous eyes gazed at Yan Donghai. The Zhi She, which had long since become sentient, naturally understood human speech.
The Zhi She loosened its mouth, and Wan Yunting immediately fell into the grass beside the steps and rolled down. But he reacted in time, quickly grabbing onto a tree trunk to stop himself...
Bang!
In the next second, a thick, massive black shadow was hurled towards Yan Donghai. However, he reacted quickly and leaped away. Then, the spot where he had been standing was smashed into pieces by the Zhi She's thick tail, trees collapsed, and a large pit was formed in the ground...
Yan Donghai landed with ease, standing on the crown of a tree. Looking at this flood dragon with dragon horns on its head casually smashing the ground with its tail, causing such destruction, Yan Donghai's old face became solemn, and his heart grew cautious.
Although he didn't know what connection Wan Yunting had with this flood dragon, this boy possessed the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles, so he absolutely could not let this flood dragon take him away. If this flood dragon were to kill Wan Yunting, then the thirteen masters of the Ghost Gate would disappear with him forever.
"Beast, don't be arrogant. Take this sword first..."
Yan Donghai, standing on the tree crown, widened his old eyes. He raised his right hand into a sword finger, drawing all the qi from his dantian and channeling it to his right hand. His sword finger released an invisible sword qi, and with a fierce roar, he shouted, "Thirteen Swords of the Divine Gate, Slayer of Gods, Breaker of Heavens!"