"The dragon has come."

Chapter 57

Zhao She: "......"

????

He blinked slowly, horrified, and looked toward the teenager beside him who had unconsciously uttered a horrible statement.

Shi An's eyes narrowed and she raised a harmless smile, "Just kidding."

The corner of Zhao She's mouth twitched, ".................."

No, it doesn't sound like a joke in any way.

Shi An: "Speaking of which, you and Wei Bocheng can go now."

Zhao She was shocked, "Then you-"

Shi An cut him off, "Hey, didn't you hear what those guys just said?"

Zhao She was stunned and fell into silence.

"This group of people is preparing to turn all the participating students in this canyon into living sacrifices," the young man's voice was light, but the content of his words was extremely cruel: "It's not too late to evacuate the crowd before they finish the spell."

Zhao She and Wei Bocheng clenched their teeth hard.

Hate to admit it, but Shi An is right.

In the face of the looming crisis before them, they had to make a decision.

Finally, they took a deep breath, as if they had made up their minds.

"We'll be back with reinforcements, you've got to hang in there!" He said solemnly.

"...... wait for us!" Wei Bocheng with tears in his eyes.

Shi An smiled and waved at them, "Don't worry, I'll be fine here on my own."

The mercenaries gathered around, a pair of wolf-like eyes staring at the teenager in front of them who had been left alone in the enemy formation, a fierce smile on their faces.

"How touching."

The leader of the mercenaries applauded, a hypocritical smile on his face, "To actually let the other students escape the fate of being sacrificed alive and stay behind to stall us all by yourself, what a noble character, I can't help but burst into tears."

The mercenaries laughed.

The smile on the leader's lips deepened, "But ...... little friend, you are still a little too naive, letting your companions leave first to inform the others? Bringing reinforcements? Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Do you know why I didn't stop which two of your companions from escaping? Because it's useless, you guys are just dying."

"You think we only have so few people in the cave? No, there are twenty times as many of us out there as there are in here."

"The mountain is sealed, no reinforcements will come for you."

"Not only can't you protect those students out there, but you can't even protect yourself--"

"...... That group of students? Protection?"

The teenager spoke abruptly, interrupting the other.

The clear tail end of his voice rose slightly, as if he really felt very puzzled in general.

"Why?"

Shi An cocked her head and tugged at her pink scarf with a furry bunny-gloved hand:

"I don't care about them."

His cheeks and the tip of his nose were red from the cold, and his dark eyes were clear and bright, with a kind of naive ignorance of the world: "Isn't it a natural right for the weak to be killed?"

Jefe: "......!"

He was slightly startled, obviously not expecting the other party to say something like that.

Shi An wrinkled her nose, "And it's in the way, I can't let go at all when they're around yet."

He grumbled in a petulant tone while slowly and methodically removing his gloves, revealing his slender white fingers.

A strange sense of danger rose in the mercenary leader's heart.

He narrowed his eyes fiercely and subconsciously tensed his spine as he slowly asked, "...... Who are you?"

Students? Such a breath ...... is impossible.

The teenager raised his eyes and smiled slightly.

The long and dense black eyelashes blinked slowly, a blazing golden red color surged up in the depths of the eyes, as if a fire had burned out the night, and the round pupils became thin and narrow and narrow, as if they were cold-blooded animals that were as treacherous and strange as they were.

"Didn't you guys want to summon dragons?"

"The dragon is already here."

*

Mu Hang stares at the few people in front of him with a calm demeanor as he puts his gloves back on and takes a step forward:

"I guess you don't know that your brother and I used to talk about it."

Chen Yankang forcibly resisted the urge to back away and responded with a bit of a stutter:

"I... I would know, but ......"

"Then it seems I don't need to repeat my position."

Mu Hang dropped his silver-white eyelashes silently:

"That dragon, whether alive or dead, is mine."

"But--"

Before Chen Yankang could finish his sentence, he felt a coldness on his left arm, he froze for two seconds and subconsciously turned his head to look over.

The sight was crimson.

The intense pain came only seconds later when it finally hit.

The man casually kicked his left arm, which had fallen to the ground, away from him, and flung the tip of his sword, the remnants of blood splattering and tracing a scarlet arc on the ground.

"It's not a good habit to covet someone else's prey."

Mu Hang condescendingly looked at him, the tip of his sword slowly moving forward.

The cold, sharp edge of the blade flashed with a bit of snowy cold light, reflecting in the depths of the other party's clenched and trembling pupils.

"Skinning? Bleeding?"

Mu Hang asked carelessly in return, the tip of the sword sliding down a little, the sharp front edge only a few short millimeters from the skin, moving down the opponent's face to the front of his throat.

"I told you, this time, things won't end easily."

Chen Yankang was already unable to speak, he was standing on two legs, his face was pale, and he was sweating coldly.

The knot in his throat quivered and a thin glint of blood showed on his skin.

"Now make your men stop." Mu Hang said coldly, "Otherwise, you'll lose more than just an arm."

At that moment, something in Chen Yankang's lapel began to drip and rattle.

"Ha, ha ha ...... ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!" Chen Yankang's face was contorted with fear, but slowly, lowly, he laughed out, his laughter growing louder and wilder, almost seeming somewhat hideous:

"...... It's late, it's already late."

"Did you hear the alarm, it means that the detectors we placed in the cave detected the dragon's magic ......"

His expression was ugly, his eyes warring with a few epileptic moments, "The spell has been completed, hahahahahahahahaha, the living sacrifice has been completed, the dragon has been summoned ......"

"Even that little friend of yours, hahahahahahahahahaha, is dead, dead! --"

Mu Hang's pupils suddenly tightened.

Taking advantage of the second that his opponent was distracted, Chen Yankang stormed up, turned around and ran outside.

The body's instinct to fight is faster than the mind.

The tip of Mu Hang's sword had already penetrated deeply into Chen Yankang's back heart, however, there was no blood seeping out of his opponent's clothes.

Chen Yankang twisted his head, the corners of his mouth pulling up into an extraordinarily ugly smile.

He reached into his own pocket and pulled out a palm-sized sapphire staff, the gem shattering open with an extremely deep mark and clattering to the ground.

"This thing seems to have been blessed with something that counters the fatal wounds received by its owner back - I have to say, that dragon's got a lot of good stuff ......"

Scarlet blood blotted the silver-haired man's chest.

Mu Hang's expression did not change, but instead he smiled gently.

The sharp silver-white blade swept by, emitting a sharp sound that broke through the air, as if it were a silent soughing breeze, and as if it were a lightning bolt that swiftly swept through the night.

Chen Yankang's hideous expression froze on his face.

A thin trail of blood slowly appeared on his neck.

The next second--

"Pfft."

A heavy head rolled to the ground, and the corpse that had lost it convulsed and planted itself on the ground, a torrent of blood spewing out of the flat broken wounds, coloring the entire ground into a scarlet and messy curtain.

The others had been stunned, their hands trembling with their weapons, clearly wounded by the man in front of them, but they dared not launch any attack anyway, and could only watch as he stepped forward and bent down to retrieve the communicator from the body that had lost its head.

"Canyon."

Mu Hang narrowed his eyes as he watched the positioning displayed above.

Carrying his blood-stained longsword, he took a smooth stride outside.

Space compressed under his feet, and his figure disappeared in a flash in front of the dumbfounded, fighting spirit lost crowd.

*

Inside the cave.

Blazing dragon flames burned everywhere, the temperature had steamed to a terrifying point, the surrounding ice and snow all melted, and pitch-black muddy water mixed with blood flowed uncontrollably across the ground.

Charred corpses lay all over the place.

Their faces had long since been burned beyond recognition, and their expressions were hideous and horrible, as if they were uttering silent screams, frozen by death in a moment of the greatest horror and agony.

Chen Yanming's entire body fell to the ground, dragging his weakened body backward in shock.

It was as if the hellish scene from earlier was still lingering in the bottom of his eyes.

That ...... overwhelming power is almost beyond the scope of human imagination, not a battle, not a duel, but a one sided slaughter.

Horror ......

So scary.

Is this, is this the strength of a fantasy species?

Is this the dragon?

Chen Yanming shivered, cold sweat soaked through his lapel, his mind was blank, feeling that he had never regretted so much - if, if time could be turned back, he would prefer not to get his hands on that huge amount of treasure, nor would he be driven by greed to want to have both the dragon and the wealth.

But now ...... it's too late for everything.

Not far away, the teenager stood quietly in the blazing fire, his expression calm, as if he had long been accustomed to the scene in front of him.

The texture of silvery-white dragon scales faintly emerged from his cheekbones, his white face was plated with a jumpy light red, and a pair of golden-red vertical pupils drooped, mercilessly locking onto the only living person in the cave.

Shi An turned around and walked towards Chen Yanming's direction with smooth steps.

He hooked a kind and gentle smile, "Hi."

"......"

Chen Yanming did not reply.

Shivering as if sifting through chaff, a piece of the □□□ slowly got wet, and a fishy smell filled the air.

Shi An frowned and took a step back in some disgust:

"Ah! So dirty!"

He blinked, a boyish puzzlement on his face, "Didn't you want to see me so badly? Why do you look like you're not too happy after seeing me?"

Chen Yanming only woke up this time.

He plopped down on his knees in his own excrement, snot and tears on his face, "Please, please, please, let, let me go-"

To Chen Yanming's surprise, the teenager in front of him thought about it and said without hesitation:

"Could be."

Chen Yanming froze, looked at the other party incredulously, and let out a monotone sound in disbelief, "...... eh?"

Shi An lowered her eyes, her color darkening within the fiery pupils of her eyes.

"All you have to do is tell me where you've hidden my things and I'll agree oh." He said softly.

Chen Yanming was overjoyed.

Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately told Shi An all his plans - from the location of the treasure, who was involved in the division of the treasure, to the Administration's plan, to the setup of the auction house, he told Shi An cleanly without hiding anything at all.

Shi An : "So, my stuff is now in the auction house's warehouse?"

"Yes, yes!" Chen Yanming nodded his head busily, as if he was afraid that the other party would think he was lying, "You believe me, I'm not hiding anything!"

Shi An looked at him with a thoughtful expression, "Well, indeed, you don't look like you should be lying to me ......"

"Dang, sure! And I wouldn't dare lie to you--"

Chen Yanming's face showed a look of delight.

However, before he could finish, he only saw a cluster of bright red flames leaping up from the other party's palm.

"Thank you." The teenager pursed his lips coyly.

"Bye."

Chen Yanming, his eyes wide with anger, his expression gray and frantic, shook his head violently, "No, no, no, you, you just said ......"

Blazing flames that seemed to be able to set the air on fire rose up, and the horrendous heat was almost able to melt rocks, and almost instantly, the skin and bones of the human in front of him were separated, and he barely had time to let out a scream before he had already turned into pitch-black charcoal.

"I'm a dragon, you can't trust what I say."

Shi An lowered her eyes and gazed at the body in front of her, her tone gentle.