Chapter 60: The True Master Has Descended

With a "whoosh," the half-man-long fire bolt was fired toward the South City! He fired it randomly, but he had chosen the angle well. The bolt pierced the roof of the first house, broke through the wall into the room, and then nailed itself into the pillar of the second house.

Aided by the fuel on the arrowheads, with a few roaring sounds, the houses that were hit began to catch fire.

The buildings in the South City were dense and packed together. Logically, there should have been firewalls between the houses, but building illegal extensions to steal land had always been human nature. As they kept building, the houses all connected into one. Encountering an arsonist like Nian Songyu, smoke and fire erupted everywhere at once.

The most ruthless thing was the new nail-bombs he had found; one shot would explode into hundreds of nail shards, sending sparks flying in all directions.

The South City was large and manpower was insufficient, so Sun Fu had no choice but to step in and help.

Rolling stones, coated in tar and flames, battered the houses of the South City until they were riddled with holes.

They landed in the official residence district, and two of the large stones pierced through the Zhong family's house. The tree in the courtyard and the beams on the house began to burn simultaneously.

The fire was not alarming at first, but once the flames from all over connected into one, it became a blaze that incinerated the city!

Sun Fu felt it was burning too slowly, so he pinched his fingers to cast a wind-summoning spell. This was not the Great Thousand World, so the power of the divine ability was greatly reduced; the howling gale was downgraded to a gentle breeze brushing against the face.

But it was enough to fan the flames.

The fire borrowed the wind's momentum, and thick smoke shot into the sky.

He Lingchuan and Mao Tao were standing by the small lake in the South City at this moment, deliberately keeping their distance from that official residence district.

Finally, the wooden beam of the Zhong residence was burned into two pieces, falling down to smash onto the bed and the dressing table. The wooden comb bounced twice and helplessly fell into the fire.

The flames licked the wooden comb, quickly burning its lower half black.

As if triggering some mechanism, the flames across the entire city "whooshed" and pushed out in all directions, unstoppable and moving at an incredible speed.

Standing by the lake, the two felt the heat wave rushing toward them, their hair about to be scorched, so they had no choice but to dive into the lake to cool down with the water.

Even through a layer of lake water, He Lingchuan could still see the red light flashing above.

The entire city was ablaze, with fire everywhere.

Standing on the city wall, Nian and Sun also felt it was a shocking sight.

The fact that the flames spread so quickly was clearly abnormal. Sun Fu exhaled: "Tao Bo guessed right."

Only by destroying the peaceful and tranquil illusion would Panlong City reveal its true face.

Suddenly, heavy rain fell from the sky.

The arrogant flames actually couldn't struggle for long; in the blink of an eye, they were extinguished by the rain.

Sun Fu stared at a small pit on the battlement; the rain had only been falling for a few breaths, and a small puddle had already accumulated there.

"The rainwater is red," he said slowly, "consistent with the color of the ponds and wells."

And the city ahead had already turned into a ruin, with charred smoke curling upward.

The water level in the lake dropped rapidly, and He Lingchuan and Mao Tao found themselves sitting in a mud pit, soaked to the bone.

"Ptooey!" Mao Tao was busy spitting out the water in his mouth, "Is this blood?"

"The illusion has faded." He Lingchuan had also accidentally swallowed two mouthfuls just now, and now his mouth was full of a fishy, metallic taste.

He couldn't care about that much and pointed forward: "Look, the ruins have changed."

Although it was all charred and smoky, the entire city had changed; many building ruins appeared out of thin air, which did not exist in the original illusion.

Even the lake where the two were hiding had turned into a small pond about three to five zhang in circumference. The two climbed up to look, and the original lake surface had been filled in; the houses built over it looked like a stable?

A Panlong City like this was more like a desert wasteland city in reality.

Afterward, everyone heard a loud and angry long howl!

This howl made the pebbles on the ground jump wildly, made the listeners' eardrums ache and their hearts beat like drums, and it also directly toppled a crumbling, dilapidated house in the South City! Although he heard it for the first time, He Lingchuan could distinguish endless sorrow, resentment, and unwillingness from this sound.

Mao Tao pointed at the South City Gate, his finger trembling uncontrollably: "It, it came out, it came out!"

That huge black flood dragon relief had actually moved.

It first shook its head, and then with a sudden struggle, it broke out from the South City wall!

This one movement alone brought out thousands of catties of earth and stone, smashing the ground into a mess.

Shedding the outermost stone shell, the black flood dragon's body was dark and shiny amidst the flying dust, and any single scale was larger than the turtle shield in Nian Songyu's hand.

Looking closely now, the black flood dragon's crown horn was very straight, with a sharp front like a knife, unlike a dragon's which was branched.

Clearly, it understood very well where the enemies were; after breaking the wall, it looked back once, turned around, and swam back to the top of the city wall.

Although it had no legs, its way of moving was like a snake; it could go anywhere that ordinary four-legged animals could not.

It saw the two people standing on the city wall clearly, and then flicked its tail. The long tail, thicker than a towering giant tree, smashed heavily onto the top of the city gate.

Just this one blow made He Lingchuan and the other feel the ground tremble even from so far away, as if it could not withstand its fury.

Then, the dragon tail swept horizontally, almost smashing the battlements to pieces.

Nian Songyu and Sun Fu naturally could not stay there any longer and leaped back to the foot of the city wall.

The barbican wall was fifteen zhang (over forty-five meters) high; Nian Songyu stuck his hands into the wall gaps and unloaded his force twice on the wall before landing on the ground; while Sun Fu walked down, much more gracefully than Nian Songyu, as if the air had buoyancy, slowly placing him on the ground.

The black flood dragon crouched on the city wall, looking down at them from above.

"Such a beautiful place, why must you always try every possible way to destroy it?" A grand voice sounded in everyone's heart, "You are seeking your own deaths!"

Sun Fu took a step forward and said with gathered qi: "I am the Grand Coordinator of the Dayuan Kingdom, here by the order of the Emperor to seek the Great Square Pot, to set things right and uphold righteousness!"

The black flood dragon lowered its head to look at him twice: "A pack of lies!"

Nian Songyu said loudly: "We have no malice; breaking the illusion was also a last resort. As long as we get the Great Square Pot, we will turn and leave, and will no longer disturb you."

"The Great Square Pot?" The black flood dragon sneered, "I am the Great Square Pot! Come, let me see how much weight you have, and whether you can even fill the gaps between my teeth!"

As the boss guarding the pass, it clearly knew its duty well and did not waste words with these two.

The dragon tail whipped the city gate, making the entire south wall shake: "Little ones, it's time to eat!"

Just as the words fell, Nian Songyu caught a glimpse of something white moving by his feet out of the corner of his eye. He dodged without thinking, only to find it was a thin snake that looked like a rope, just retracting its neck.

If he hadn't dodged quickly, this thing would have bitten him on the calf.

However, just as he withdrew his gaze, something flew over with a roaring wind, smashing directly into his face.

It was shockingly a broken bed.

This bed had already been burned to a charred black, but the ebony base was of good quality, and it weighed three or four hundred catties; it was heavy and powerful, and it was about to hit his face the moment he turned his head.

It was too late to dodge, so Nian Songyu let out a roar and hoisted his turtle shield to swing upward.

(End of chapter)