Chapter 79
The Secrets of Dragon Language!
Pfft—!
The sharp blade pierces the flesh, then is pulled out violently.
The sound of blood splattering on the rock wall was like a torrential downpour hitting banana leaves, crackling and piercing.
This is the last one.
Jiang Han casually flicked the blood beads off the Black Gold Ancient Blade. The string of red beads fell to the ground and were instantly absorbed by the dry rocks.
His breathing was steady.
He was so composed that he didn't seem like someone who had just slaughtered an entire elite mercenary squad; he looked more like an old man who had just finished his morning exercise.
"call……"
He exhaled a breath of stale air and glanced indifferently at the invisible drone hovering in mid-air.
"Was the fireworks beautiful?"
"Next, I'll show you something even more exciting."
The chat in the live stream was lagging.
It's not that no one is talking, it's that too many people are talking, and the server is sending out alarms like crazy.
Hundreds of millions of viewers watched the man standing amidst the pile of corpses, listening to the heavy breathing around them, and felt a chill run down their spines.
There was no explanation.
No nonsense.
This is Jiang Han's style.
The black water dragon beneath my feet shifted uneasily, its scales scraping against the rocks with a sickening crunch.
It is afraid.
It wasn't that they were afraid of Jiang Han, but rather afraid of something deep underground.
It brought its huge head closer and rubbed against Jiang Han's trouser leg in a fawning manner, making a whimpering sound like a wronged puppy.
"Waaah..."
"Alright, stop acting cute."
Jiang Han sheathed his sword with a crisp "click".
He crouched down, extended his hand covered in Qilin tattoos, and gently pressed it onto the hardest reverse scale of the Corpse Dragon.
The system stammered.
too slow.
What written record can compare to the directness of memory?
Since he has fused with the marrow of the Ancestral Dragon, he and this Corpse Dragon can be considered half-relatives.
"Spiritual communication".
Jiang Han's lips moved slightly, and he uttered two words.
Om-!
A visible crimson ripple traveled down his palm and instantly entered the corpse dragon's body.
In an instant.
Jiang Han's pupils suddenly contracted, turning into eerie vertical pupils!
Countless cacophony of sounds flooded his mind like a tidal wave.
Rumble!
That was thunder.
It was thunder from hundreds of years ago.
"cut!"
A loud shout, like a thunderclap.
Then came the mournful roar of a dragon, the tearing sound of chains piercing flesh, and the rushing sound of blood staining the underground river.
Jiang Han's body trembled violently, and he closed his eyes.
Suddenly, the live stream screen was filled with intense static and noise, accompanied by a piercing static sound from the microphone.
Sizzle sizzle sizzle—!
Faintly, all the audience members wearing headphones heard an old man's sigh.
"You wicked beast... the fate of the nation rests here; you cannot be allowed to transform into a dragon..."
Three seconds later.
The screen is restored.
Jiang Han suddenly opened his eyes, his golden pupils surging with killing intent.
He slowly stood up, looked at the deep underground cave, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
"So that's how it is."
"Experts say this is a failure of natural evolution? Or that it's a dragon being struck by lightning?"
"fart."
He spoke to the camera with a cold, piercing voice.
There was no natural disaster.
"This is a man-made disaster."
"Several hundred years ago, an old man wearing a Taoist robe broke its spine and chained it here with nine chains, making it unable to live or die."
"This is hardly a dragon-walking dance."
"This is... a human sacrifice."
The live stream chat exploded instantly.
"Holy crap! What is the streamer saying?"
"An old man in a Taoist robe? Who?! Really broke?"
"Live sacrifice? Dragon sacrifice?!"
"Don't scare me, Jiang Shen, are there really dragon veins in this world?"
Jiang Han ignored the uproar in the comments section.
He patted the Corpse Dragon's head.
"lead the way."
"Go to the places you dare not go."
"Go see the nail that pinned you here...
"roar……"
The Corpse Dragon growled in resistance, its body trembling.
But under Jiang Han's icy gaze, it still yielded.
The massive body swam slowly, carrying Jiang Han, and slid into the pitch-black underground river ahead.
wow-
The sound of it entering the water was deep and heavy.
This is a bend in the underground river. The water flow appears calm, but it exudes a deathly chill.
The surrounding rock walls were no longer ordinary stones.
The beam of the flashlight swept across.
Those upside-down stalactites were covered with layers of translucent film.
Take a closer look.
That's a cocoon.
Inside each cocoon, a dried-up corpse is curled up!
Hundreds and thousands of mummified corpses, like cured meat, hung all over the cave ceiling, swaying slightly with the airflow.
"Crunch... crunch..."
That was the sound of the wind blowing through the dried corpse.
It's like countless dead people grinding their teeth.
Jiang Han stood on the dragon's head, expressionless.
"Don't be afraid."
"These were all burial items from back then."
"It seems that old Taoist priest went to great lengths to suppress this place."
Sudden.
The corpse dragon suddenly stopped.
The immense inertia caused Jiang Han's body to sway slightly.
The water ahead grew even deeper, as black as a gaping maw.
The Corpse Dragon refused to swim any further. It lay on the surface of the water, buried its head between its claws, and trembled violently.
"Waaaaah..."
It is begging for mercy.
There is great terror ahead.
Jiang Han activated his Golden Eyes, his gaze piercing through the dark water surface and reaching the bottom.
In that bottomless darkness.
He vaguely saw a golden reflection.
There was also a huge, serpentine chain shadow that stretched to the horizon.
"It was hidden underwater."
Jiang Han stretched his neck, making a cracking sound.
He took off his tattered tactical vest, revealing his muscular upper body.
The Qilin tattoo emitted a faint red glow in the darkness.
Are you afraid?
Jiang Han patted the corpse dragon's trembling eyelids.
"fine."
"Wait here."
"I'll go and pull that nail out for you."