Chapter 1516
Refusing to Save Someone in Dire Straits Leads to Ascension to Dragon God!
Chapter 1516 Refusing to Help Someone in Die Leads to Advancement—Dragon God!
What alarmed Si Hanfei even more was Yinglong's invincible aura. Faced with this aura, it seemed that any resistance was futile, and any struggle was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
Moreover, Si Hanfei and Tuolei were already outwardly friendly but inwardly at odds with Huyan Guduhou, and even had some conflicts. Now that he saw Huyan Guduhou in dire straits, he had no intention of helping him at all, but instead felt a desire to protect himself.
Given Yinglong's strength, if he were to step forward, he would likely suffer the same fate as Huyan Guduhou, or even die a more gruesome death.
"Lord Huyan Gudu, may you have good fortune!"
Si Hanfei silently recited the order in his mind, then without the slightest hesitation, he turned around abruptly and leaped towards the city wall, his speed astonishing. He disappeared into the corner of the alley in an instant, leaving only a series of hurried footsteps and a battlefield littered with debris.
When Huyan Guduhou saw Si Hanfei's figure, the glimmer of hope that had just ignited in his eyes was instantly extinguished, replaced by a deeper despair. He roared, wanting to curse Si Hanfei for his treachery, but could only utter hoarse sounds. He spat out another mouthful of blood, and his body swayed precariously.
Yinglong watched Si Hanfei flee but did not pursue him. In his eyes, Si Hanfei was not much different from the barbarian in front of him. If he wanted to kill him, it would be easy. However, at this moment, his attention was entirely focused on Huyan Guduhou in front of him.
The exotic dragon horse beneath him snorted, its hooves gently pawing the ground. Yinglong slowly raised the spear in his hand, golden-blue qi condensing at the tip, forming a dazzling light that illuminated the pale, desperate face of Huyan Guduhou.
"Though you are brave and fierce, you have aided and abetted the wicked, invaded the Central Plains, and harmed the people. Today is your death day."
His voice was calm, but to Huyan Guduhou it was like the arrival of heaven. Huyan Guduhou gave a bitter laugh, a laugh filled with sorrow.
"I have fought countless battles and killed countless people, and I have no regrets in dying! I just never expected to die at the hands of someone like you..."
He straightened his hunched back, and despite being covered in blood and in a sorry state, he still maintained a trace of a soldier's dignity.
"Do it! I will not beg for mercy!"
Yinglong's eyes remained unmoved. With a slight flick of his wrist, the spear shot out like a meteor, its golden-blue light instantly piercing through Huyan Guduhou's chest.
There was no earth-shattering noise, only a soft "plop" sound, as blood flowed down the gun's tip, staining the gun barrel red.
Huyan Guduhou's body stiffened, the light in his eyes gradually faded, he looked down at the spear tip in front of his chest, a last trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and murmured.
"So...powerful..."
After saying that, his body slowly fell down, crashing heavily onto the blood-stained bluestone slab, and he was silent forever.
This former Xiongnu general, who spent his life fighting on the grasslands, ultimately met his end in Fengzhou City, becoming a victim of Yinglong's spear.
"Ding! Detected that Yinglong has single-handedly killed the alien Celestial General - Bone God Huyan Bone Marquis, and seized his Celestial General position. Yinglong's current skill - Yinglong has been upgraded to a Celestial Skill - Dragon God!"
At this moment, Hu Yanping, standing behind Yinglong, was filled with shock as he watched the scene before him. He had just been struggling on the brink of death, being beaten helplessly by Huyan Guduhou, but Yinglong's arrival had killed Huyan Guduhou in just a few moves.
This absolute disparity in strength filled him with a deep sense of powerlessness. "Thank you for saving me, General!"
Hu Yanping strode up to Ying Long, knelt on one knee, and said respectfully, oblivious to the fact that his wounds were still bleeding.
Just as Yinglong helped Huyanping up, he felt the golden-blue aura within his body suddenly break free from all its shackles, like a giant dragon that had been sleeping for countless ages suddenly awakening. It surged and roared along his meridians, and wherever it passed, the slight fatigue left over from the journey and the killing of Huyan Guduhou instantly vanished without a trace.
The air around him suddenly became violent, yet it carried a strange sense of order. The golden-blue aura was no longer just a halo attached to his body, but transformed into countless fine streams of light, like a galaxy swirling around him. Behind him, a blurry dragon-shaped phantom faintly condensed, with its whiskers fluttering and scales and claws clearly visible, as if it were about to break through the wall and soar through the heavens at any moment.
This feeling was too wonderful, far surpassing any breakthrough he had ever made before. His ultimate cultivation of Qi was already the pinnacle of combat power in the world, but at this moment he felt as if he had touched another world. In the darkness, a vast and gentle power seemed to flow in from the void and merge with his own Qi. It was neither domineering nor abrupt, but more like a long-lost friend, naturally making up for the "deficiency" that he had never noticed before.
He now felt that his body was full of inexhaustible power. Every breath he took could draw upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Even the crisp sound of weapons clashing on the distant city wall became clearly audible, carrying a sense of rhythm.
He looked down at his palm, where golden-blue qi swirled, like liquid gemstones, crystal clear yet containing a world-destroying power.
In the past, when he activated his inner energy, although it was powerful, it always carried a trace of manipulation. But now, the inner energy seemed to have become a part of his body, or even an extension of his will. With a thought, he could unleash it at will.
This unprecedented peak state made him unable to help but tilt his head slightly. The exotic dragon horse seemed to sense the change in its master and let out a clear neigh, carrying a touch of dragon's roar of majesty.
"General, on the city wall..."
Hu Yanping clutched his bleeding left arm, his voice urgent.
He could feel the growing momentum emanating from Yinglong, like a mountain rising and a river surging, which stirred his mind, but he did not forget the precarious situation on the city wall.
Yinglong snapped out of his daze and his gaze instantly turned toward the city wall. The dark blue aura belonging to Typhon was like a rolling dark cloud, violent and turbulent, making it hard to breathe.
He could clearly sense that the auras of Old Ancestor Hongyun and Daoist Duobao had become disordered, and the originally intertwined inner force barrier had obvious cracks, clearly indicating that they had reached their limit.
Therefore, Yinglong had no time to savor the wonders of this peak state. He patted Huyanping's shoulder, and a wisp of gentle golden-blue energy overflowed from his palm, instantly sealing the bleeding point on his left arm.
"Hold the streets and alleys, reinforcements will arrive soon."
Before he finished speaking, he spurred his horse's flanks, and the exotic dragon-horse understood, its four hooves leaping into the air and galloping towards the city wall like an arrow released from a bow. Its hooves trampled over the corpses and bloodstains on the ground, yet when they landed, they were not stained with any dirt. A golden-blue aura formed an invisible barrier around it, blocking all the flying stones and arrows along the way.
By this time, the city wall was already a scene of devastation, with broken bricks, piles of corpses, and blood flowing down the cracks in the wall, freezing into dark red icicles at the base, like fangs protruding from hell.
The red robe of the Old Ancestor Hongyun had long been blackened by the smoke of gunpowder, and several tears were found at the edges, revealing the blood-stained lining underneath. The once freely flowing internal energy of the four seasons had become sluggish and difficult to control.
(End of this chapter)