Chapter 150: Devouring the World

In the ruins of the subdragon village.

The young dragon touched the remains of the Xiste tree again; its consciousness slipped into a hallucination, no longer appearing as a dragon, but as a faint glowing human shape.

This meant the dragon’s inner core was a soul like a human’s.

“A dragon-blooded?”

The Xiste Divine Tree whispered.

“A human dragon-blooded? Who took the body of a great dragon?”

“Whose prank is this?”

And then there were the wolves on the grasslands—their noses were sharp, and wolf cavalry could easily track them down; after all, when they arrived, the orcs had already had the wolves sniff their scent.

Upon Hu Yue’s order, the soldiers of the Wei army immediately moved into action.

“If you dare, I’ll kill you, then kill myself!” Mu Ke gripped her head with one hand and shoved Liu Ming with the other.

Far off, a squad of soldiers galloped toward the city gate, hooves clattering, crimson armor blazing under the sun. North of the imperial capital lay nothing but the Nameless Academy and this hayfield—and their direction was unmistakably toward this place.

“Yes, if you starve the lady, I won’t have the strength to do anything!” Liao Sha sauntered over, swaying her willowy waist, and sat beside the table.

Wu sought to turn everyone into slaves of the Imatas; driven by this ambition, no one from Wu could be considered good.

The group disembarked and began climbing the mountain; directly behind Daqi Ridge rose the peak known as Yangtian Peak, behind which lay Dujuan Valley, named for its year-round blooming azaleas.

Though the avengers’ hideout was heavily guarded and filled with the world’s most elite masters, their opponent possessed teleportation—any slip, and they’d vanish without a trace.

With every word spoken by Qin Shou’s true body, the Sword Immortal Qin Shou clutched his chest and cried out in pain, as if Qin Shou’s true body were spitting blades, not words.

Years of suppressed anguish erupted suddenly, sending Qin Lie into emotional chaos—he wept, he laughed, wild-eyed and mad.

“If you want to take me back to the capital, aren’t you afraid I’ll kill myself? If you spare these tribes and treat the grassland people with mercy, I’ll agree to go with you!” Gu Shihatu declared firmly.

Xie Zeming stared wide-eyed, but Huo Xincheng sensed Xie Zeming had quietly exhaled—and immediately formed a grim suspicion.

As the group debated heatedly, Bai Hong in the corner suddenly slammed his chopsticks onto the table, his face icy.

Xiangyu heard this and found Cui Mo deeply suspicious—had something happened while she was away?

“I understand!” Yang Lele stared blankly out the window, her gaze unfocused.

When they looked at Zhang Xingxing again, their admiration deepened even further—not only was his own power immense, but his ability to teach disciples was equally formidable.

After hearing the great katana’s fantastical explanation, I didn’t know whether to believe it or not.

“Heh, you forgot my identity—I’m their good friend now, so at least in the outer zones I shouldn’t run into trouble. As for what happens inside? Hmm, we’ll see as we go. I’ll slowly infiltrate, slowly search—I refuse to believe I won’t find it.” I spoke with full confidence.

Yet this Wei Li, when her whole family died, never showed such grief—now she’s heartbroken over losing a turtle?

Instantly, under the assault of True Dragon Qi, Long Teng felt his meridians ripped apart in an instant—no mercy, no restraint—the uncontrolled True Dragon Qi shattered his meridians, plunging him fully into critical injury.

Luo Nan turned to look at her, not sensing her thoughts—just from her eyes, he could make many judgments.