Chapter 239: Fool, there is no such person as Ye Mushuang

One second, Wu Feiwen was fawning over the woman like a sycophant; the next, he could push her into the Dragon Pool without a change in expression.

Able to bend and stretch, this guy is definitely a ruthless person capable of achieving great things.

If you cut the grass without removing the roots, the wind will make it grow again.

He killed four of his brothers and even snatched his divine artifact; it would be strange if he didn't hold a grudge. What if this guy had another fortuitous encounter and became stronger in the future?

Therefore, Ye Lin never intended to let him live from the very beginning. Acting for so long was merely to prevent Wu Feiwen from throwing the divine artifact back into the Dragon Pool.

Wu Feiwen's eyes were filled with venom. He had not expected Ye Lin to be so ruthless, nor had he expected Ye Lin to be able to erupt with such terrifying power after consuming the Zombie Spirit Poison Pill.

If he had known this earlier, he would rather have perished together with the divine artifact than choose to hand it over.

"If you won't let me live, then don't think about having an easy time either!"

Wu Feiwen looked like a fierce ghost. He took out his longbow, drew it, and notched an arrow; three arrows shot toward the Dragon Pool simultaneously!

Ye Lin wanted to stop them, but these three arrows were shot by Wu Feiwen with his dying breath. He only had time to intercept two, and one arrow still broke through his blockade.

Whoosh!

The black arrow instantly plunged into the Dragon Pool, sending ripples across the calm surface.

The next second, the entire Dragon Pool instantly began to boil. The pool water bubbled and churned, forming a massive whirlpool.

Subsequently, a giant head poked out from the deep pool. Its eyes, flickering with a ghostly blue luster, were terrifying, and its sharp fangs were enough to disembowel a person.

An invisible pressure spread out, causing all the poisonous creatures within the Dragon Pool Secret Realm to tremble.

Within the Dragon Pool Secret Realm, this Poison Flood Dragon is the only king!

Its level, as high as 80, is enough to allow it to sweep through every living thing in the Dragon Pool Secret Realm.

"Hahahaha! All of you, die with me!"

Wu Feiwen laughed maniacally, his eyes full of madness.

"Rest assured, you will be the only one dying."

Ye Lin gripped the Imperial Gold Spear and flicked it, sending Wu Feiwen flying toward the Poison Flood Dragon.

The Poison Flood Dragon clearly did not turn away any visitors; it opened its blood-red maw wide. Wu Feiwen could even smell a disgusting, fishy stench from a distance.

"I'll be waiting for you in the Nine Nether Hell!"

Wu Feiwen let out a roar of unwillingness. The next second, the Poison Flood Dragon bit down, and with a movement of its throat, Wu Feiwen was swallowed into its belly.

After swallowing Wu Feiwen, the Poison Flood Dragon's ferocity grew even more intense. It stared covetously at the three of them, its giant, ghostly blue vertical pupils devoid of any emotion, containing only the instincts of a predator.

Ye Lin quickly arrived beside Xie Xiaoxiao and Duan Ling.

"How are you two? Are you alright?"

He could expel the toxins of the Zombie Spirit Poison Pill by replacing all the parts of his body, but Xie Xiaoxiao and Duan Ling did not have that ability.

"Barely able to move, just a bit weak," Xie Xiaoxiao replied.

"I'm fine. Give me another half hour, and I'll be able to expel all the toxins of the Zombie Spirit Poison Pill from my body."

Duan Ling's situation was clearly much better than Xie Xiaoxiao's; after all, a Poison Warlock is already full of poison, so their poison resistance is naturally not low.

"Alright! Then let's go!"

Ye Lin flicked his spear, took the divine artifact Netherworld Yellow Springs into his hand, and prepared to retreat.

Although he could deal with this Poison Flood Dragon, that would require going all out. The Dragon Pool Secret Realm is a mixed bag, and he didn't know if anyone else was lurking in the shadows; Ye Lin didn't want to take the risk.

However, the Poison Flood Dragon clearly did not want to let them leave. It opened its big mouth, and a clear column of water sprayed out, heading straight for the three of them.

"Husband, dodge! That's water from the Dragon Pool!" Duan Ling shouted anxiously.

Ye Lin's expression changed. He grabbed Duan Ling and Xie Xiaoxiao, one in each hand, lifting them up like little chicks, and then dodged the pool water spat out by the Poison Flood Dragon in a flash.

Having failed to land a hit, the Poison Flood Dragon was relentless. Half its body had already emerged from the Dragon Pool, and its massive tail swept down toward them like a city wall.

Ye Lin held Xie Xiaoxiao in his mouth, freed his right hand, gripped the Imperial Gold Spear, and thrust it out!

The sharp Imperial Gold Spear pierced through the Poison Flood Dragon's tail, but the dragon's powerful, heavy blow also sent Ye Lin flying. The immense force made Ye Lin's right hand tremble uncontrollably, and blood dripped from the web between his thumb and index finger.

"Put me down! I can help you!" Xie Xiaoxiao couldn't help but say.

"No! The toxins in your body haven't been cleared yet. If I put you down now, you'll be a living target!" Ye Lin refused flatly.

"You underestimate me, Ye Lin."

As soon as Xie Xiaoxiao finished speaking, transparent threads wrapped around her limbs, lifting her up like a marionette.

It was just that the puppeteer was Xie Xiaoxiao, and the puppet was also Xie Xiaoxiao.

The injury clearly completely incited the Poison Flood Dragon's ferocity. It roared and spat out another water column, attacking them.

Accompanied by her slender, delicate fingers dancing lightly, Xie Xiaoxiao dodged the attack at high speed.

"You can play like that too?"

Ye Lin widened his eyes; the Star Puppet Threads were clearly being used with great flair in Xie Xiaoxiao's hands.

Countless transparent threads wound toward the Poison Flood Dragon's mouth. Then, Xie Xiaoxiao pulled hard, and the threads tightened instantly, forcibly closing the dragon's mouth.

Immediately after, more threads spread out like vines, directly binding the Poison Flood Dragon.

"Hurry! My level is too far from its; I can't trap it for long!"

Xie Xiaoxiao's face turned pale; it was clear that activating so many Star Puppet Threads was a huge drain on her.

"Understood! Let's scram!"

Ye Lin ran while carrying Duan Ling, but after running for a distance, he realized that Xie Xiaoxiao hadn't followed at all!

He turned his head abruptly and discovered that Xie Xiaoxiao was still in the same spot, continuously attempting to trap the Poison Flood Dragon with her Star Puppet Threads.

"Are you crazy? Hurry up and go!" Ye Lin's expression changed.

"You guys go! I'll block this beast for you!"

Xie Xiaoxiao didn't move, continuing to bind the Poison Flood Dragon with the Star Puppet Threads.

However, the level gap between her and the Poison Flood Dragon was simply too great. Even with the blessing of the divine artifact, Xie Xiaoxiao began to feel overwhelmed.

If this continued, Ye Lin and Duan Ling could escape successfully, but Xie Xiaoxiao's fate would definitely not be good.

Sure enough, as the Poison Flood Dragon let out a roar, the Star Puppet Threads bound to its body began to snap one by one. The Poison Flood Dragon broke free, let out an angry roar, and then opened its mouth to bite at Xie Xiaoxiao.

Xie Xiaoxiao stood dazed in place, as if completely frightened out of her wits, just watching the Poison Flood Dragon attack her.

In an instant.

Blood splattered; scarlet blood stained the Poison Flood Dragon's sharp fangs and sprinkled across Xie Xiaoxiao's fair face.

Ye Lin held the Imperial Gold Spear, pierced straight through the Poison Flood Dragon's upper jaw, and blocked in front of Xie Xiaoxiao with his own body.

Xie Xiaoxiao's tears fell like a broken dam.

"You still say you aren't Ye Mushuang! Ye Lin and Ye Mushuang are clearly the same person! Only he would disregard his own safety to save me! He said it himself, I am the first person who would be sad for him!"

Ye Lin sighed softly, then took out the Illusion Mask and put it on his face. Ye Lin's features gradually changed, becoming the appearance Xie Xiaoxiao was most familiar with.

"Fool, there is no such person as Ye Mushuang."

"I have always been your father, Xie Hong!"