Chapter 94

It was De Yuan, who had almost been burned to death by Wu Mian, who was speaking. At that time, his entire body had been burned beyond recognition. However, now there was no sign of the burns. After seeing De Yuan come to his aid, the fake Qiongrong finally breathed a sigh of relief. He took a few steps back, stood beside De Yuan, sneered at Wu Mian, and said to De Yuan, "You said bringing this person back to see the Master is much better than any sword like the Duanzheng, isn't it?"

"Before we take him back, we have some old scores to settle," De Yuan sneered and continued to Wu Mian, "Last time, I was too careless and fell for your trick. But you only get one chance like that. Don't expect to get such a bargain again."

The fake Qiongrong frowned, glanced at Wu Mian, who was still sneering, and said to De Yuan, "Don't be careless. He's the one who sent Baekje to reincarnation. Moreover, he's the one the Master specifically requested. If anything happens to him, the Master will hold us accountable."

"Don't worry, I won't let him die so easily," De Yuan glanced at the fake Qiongrong and continued, "As long as he can still speak when we deliver him to the Master, he won't die. But he won't live comfortably either."

While they were talking, Wu Mian just kept sneering. After they finished, he provocatively beckoned to them with his fingers and said, "I'm different from you. This time, I'll send you both to reincarnation. Remember Baekje? He's waiting for you down there. When you see him, remember to pass on a message for me. In your next life, when you see me, run away. I'm afraid I might get used to killing and send you back to reincarnation again."

As he finished speaking, Wu Mian's hands flipped, and two lightning dragons as thick as bowls shot out from his palms. The last time Wu Mian used this ultimate move, De Yuan had already been burned unconscious. However, after recovering, he had heard about it from his fellow disciples. Now, he was extremely cautious, wary of Wu Mian using such a technique again.

The two lightning dragons instantly reached De Yuan. De Yuan had already concentrated all his magic in his hands. As the two lightning dragons attacked him, he swiftly reached out and grabbed their necks. This move was learned from the method used by Huoshan. De Yuan had carefully inquired about what happened after he fainted and had specifically practiced to counter Wu Mian's technique.

Seeing the two lightning dragons struggling in his hands, De Yuan let out a sigh of relief. Although he didn't have Huoshan's ability to tear the lightning dragons apart, such a condensed form of magic would dissipate on its own in a short time.

Holding the two lightning dragons, De Yuan said to Wu Mian, "Is that all you've got? You've already used up most of your magic, haven't you? Last time, you burned me with fire. Now you can't even use fire control, can you?"

Wu Mian sneered at De Yuan and then, in his characteristic sharp tone, slowly said, "Do you like being burned so much? Then I'll grant your wish."

As he finished speaking, the two lightning dragons in De Yuan's hands suddenly opened their mouths. "Hiss! Hiss!" Two fireballs, each as big as a person's head, spewed out from the lightning dragons' mouths. The position was too close, and De Yuan's hands were tightly gripping the necks of the lightning dragons. With no way to avoid it, the two fireballs hit his head almost simultaneously.

Unlike the last time he was burned by fireballs, this time De Yuan didn't even groan before he fell to the ground. As he fell, the fire quickly spread over his entire body. In a few breaths, De Yuan's body was completely burned away, leaving only a black mark where he had fallen.

After the two lightning dragons were freed, they didn't immediately attack the fake Qiongrong. They just flew around in the air, waiting for Wu Mian's command. As soon as Wu Mian had the intention to attack, the two dragons would pounce on the fake Qiongrong.

"Do you just watch your fellow disciple burn to death?" Wu Mian coldly stared at the fake Qiongrong, paused, and continued, "Just watching, if you had acted in time, he might have survived. Now I don't even know whose hands he died in."

"You saw it. I tried to persuade him. It was De Yuan who wanted to die. What could I do?" The fake Qiongrong smiled slightly and took a few steps toward Wu Mian. As he approached, the two lightning dragons became increasingly agitated, growling at the fake Qiongrong and raising their scales, looking terrifying.

As the fake Qiongrong got closer, Wu Mian could already feel a different aura emanating from him, distinct from De Yuan. This aura was not something De Yuan or Baekje could match; it was astonishingly similar to Huoshan. Wu Mian sneered and slowly said to the fake Qiongrong, "It seems both De Yuan and I underestimated you."

After Wu Mian spoke, the fake Qiongrong stopped just before the two lightning dragons. He seemed to ignore them and directly said to Wu Mian, "I can't stay here for too long. If you come back with me, it would be best. That way, you won't get hurt, and I won't have to worry."

"You should worry," Wu Mian said. Suddenly, the two lightning dragons growled simultaneously, opened their mouths, and spewed two large fireballs at the fake Qiongrong, just as they had done to De Yuan. The distance between the lightning dragons and the fake Qiongrong was not much different from before. It seemed the fake Qiongrong had no way to avoid the fireballs, and they would hit him just like they had hit De Yuan.

At that moment, the fake Qiongrong suddenly took a step forward, and something incredible happened. The two fireballs passed through his body and hit the trees behind him. "Hiss!" A tree that would take several people to encircle was instantly burned to ashes. The fake Qiongrong stood there, a faint smile on his face, looking at Wu Mian, who was now somewhat cold. He made a small gesture and said, "Just a little bit more."

"I'll make up for that little bit!" As he spoke, two more lightning dragons, wrapped in flames, appeared in Wu Mian's palms. The previous two lightning dragons also had red flames, and the four lightning dragons roared as they pounced on the fake Qiongrong.

At that moment, the fake Qiongrong's right palm opened, and a bronze sword shot out. He grabbed the hilt and swung the sword at the head of the lightning dragon that had rushed to him. Amidst the sound of lightning and thunder, the dragon's head was cut off. Before it hit the ground, the head had already turned into countless sparks and disappeared into the air.

As the first dragon's head was cut off, the fake Qiongrong's sword did not lose its momentum and swung at the second lightning dragon. Just like before, another dragon's head was cut off. As the second head hit the ground, the other two lightning dragons had already arrived.

Having learned from the previous experience, the leading lightning dragon did not spew a fireball. Instead, it opened its mouth and bit down on the fake Qiongrong's head.

At that moment, the fake Qiongrong discarded the bronze sword. Just as the lightning dragon was about to reach him, he suddenly raised his hand and inserted his entire arm into the dragon's mouth. The lightning dragon trembled violently, and its large mouth could not close. Under Wu Mian's surprised gaze, the fake Qiongrong pulled his arm out, and hanging from it was the entire heart and liver of the lightning dragon.

As the heart and liver were pulled out, the lightning dragon's body turned into a mix of small fireballs and lightning, transforming into countless sparks and disappearing into the air. At that moment, the last lightning dragon also rushed over.