Chapter 36: Jiang Yan: Use Your Life to Entertain Me (Request for Monthly Votes)

"Do not believe its lies!"

A middle-aged man roared, "It is merely fooling us into playing out a script of mutual slaughter."

"Believe it or not, that is up to you."

The Fly Boy's calm voice came through,

"Of course, you may also choose to challenge me while I am injured; perhaps you can still survive and get out."

Although they knew the Fly Boy was most likely lying to them,

many began to hesitate, struggling in their hearts.

What if...

they could survive?

People always cling to the hope of luck.

Human nature has never withstood the test.

"Fun! So fun!"

The Fly Boy watched this scene, his mouth splitting open to a terrifying degree.

Pure despair would only twist everyone into a single knot, but give them a sliver of hope, and they would turn back into scattered sand.

Humans, this species, are indeed the most interesting toys.

'The outside world is indeed dangerous; I should run away with Brother Mengren.'

Fatty felt the atmosphere around him growing more and more dangerous, trembling with fear.

However, when he turned his head, he discovered...

Brother Mengren was gone.

This made Fatty extremely anxious; he had an item to escape, but it required someone to be within one meter of him, and it was limited to just one person.

Where on earth did he go?

Could it be... still inside the carriage?

Fatty quietly shifted his steps, preparing to go over and check; he could only stay for a few more minutes before he had to leave.

He could only pray that Brother Mengren wouldn't run around aimlessly.

The Fly Boy watched the conflicted crowd, jumped down from the mountain of corpses, walked toward the nearest young man, and slowly said:

"How about it? Have you decided?"

"I... I..."

The speaker was a young man with a very small voice; the Fly Boy showed a childlike, innocent smile, leaned his head close to listen, but heard that stuttering voice suddenly change:

"Go to hell!"

'Canglang Arrow!'

Water gathered in the air, forming an arrow that struck the Fly Boy's head.

"It worked!"

The young man's expression was filled with surprise; the others also moved to attack, going all out, hurling a massive number of skills and trump cards at the Fly Boy.

In an instant, dust and smoke flew everywhere.

Rather than killing each other, let us make a desperate gamble!

However, when the dust cleared, the Fly Boy's clothes were tattered and ragged, but his skin was as white and new as before.

He was... completely unharmed!

Everyone's pupils shook with shock.

Humans simply cannot defeat such a monster!

The Fly Boy spoke softly, "This is your last chance to resist me; the opportunity has been given. Friendly reminder, there is still another fellow inside the carriage, do not miss him.

Hiding is useless too!

Next, use your slaughter to entertain me..."

Before he could finish speaking, the carriage shattered with a boom.

Darkness surged out like a tide, transforming into a terrifying hooked scythe that swept forward, killing to the front in an instant.

Boom!

The shadow power on the hooked scythe swept through, directly corroding the flies protecting the Fly Boy, turning them into a sky full of debris.

"So fast!"

The Fly Boy was greatly alarmed in his heart, completely unprepared for this sudden attack; he wanted to react, but...

it was already too late!

Crack!

The sharp edge of the black hooked scythe directly pierced through the Fly Boy's chest; the immense force lifted his body, and like an arrow leaving the string, he instantly smashed through more than a dozen large trees, raising a sky full of dust and sand.

Finally, he stopped when he was pinned to a hundred-year-old ancient tree that ten people could embrace with their arms.

Feeling the intense pain radiating from his body, his originally innocent childlike face twisted, and he growled lowly:

"Damn it, I will kill you, Fly Whip..."

While speaking, he raised his right hand, preparing to manipulate the fly swarm to sever the hooked scythe, but the next second, a whistling sound came again; a new hooked scythe pierced through his right hand, pinning him to the tree.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

The Fly Boy's wails echoed through the forest.

Buzz, buzz, buzz,

A massive swarm of flies saw this scene and wanted to save their master, but they did not notice that shadowy water blacker than ink was flowing on the ground, beginning to ripple.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The shadow transformed into countless spikes, exploding instantly to pierce the spirit flies; simultaneously, it melted rapidly, spreading threads that wove together to form a large sphere, wrapping half the fly swarm and compressing them into a ball.

Then...

It plummeted straight down into the shadowy mire below.

Crack! Crack!

Faintly, terrifying chewing sounds could be heard, as if some dreadful demon beast were feeding.

"What!?"

Seeing this, the Fly Child's expression was shocked; demonic energy surged within his body as he tried to break free from the hook-sickle, but the next second, he saw the "rope" connecting to the hook-sickle suddenly tighten.

"Damn it!"

The Fly Child was greatly alarmed in his heart, unable to react at all; he could only watch helplessly as his hooked body was lifted, and then...

It was violently slammed against the tree trunk!

Boom!

A massive amount of wood chips flew, smashing out a pit roughly the height of the child.

"Damn it, ahhh..."

Buzzing incessantly in the Fly Child's mind, dark green fresh blood oozed from the corner of his mouth; he ground his teeth and shouted angrily:

"Who exactly are... you?"

He had not even discovered that such a huge figure was hidden within the crowd.

Yet no one responded; the hook-sickle merely treated him like a rag sack, repeatedly slamming him against the great tree.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Again and again, like the striking pillar in a Buddhist temple.

But what rang out was not the sound of a bell, but the wailing of his flesh and blood!

Boom-boom-boom!

In an instant, dozens of impacts left only a thin layer of the century-old tree's trunk; finally, the plant fibers of its body snapped, unable to bear the weight, and it toppled backward, raising dust and sand into the sky.

The Fly Child was even more pinned to the ground, his body suspended in mid-air, limbs dangling, face twisted.

With no giant tree blocking the view, the entire forest's vista suddenly opened up.

Everyone looked at the brutal scene before them, their expressions shocked.

"A fierce man... brother?"

Following the source of the hook-sickle, Fatty looked toward the location of the carriage.

The carriage structure had completely disintegrated at this moment, yet Jiang Yan sat quietly in his seat, eyes closed in meditation.

Beneath his feet, endless shadows covered the ground, flowing slowly as if forming a shadowy gateway.

The pitch-black shadow hook-sickle was precisely spreading forth from within it.

No, that was incorrect.

That was not a weapon!

Under everyone's gaze, a terrifying great snake slowly rose from the shadows, wearing an ancient, mysterious pale mask; crimson patterns flickered faintly upon its pitch-black scales.

It possessed two tails; the so-called hook-sickle was actually the barbs on its tail.

The crowd even discovered that it actually had two snake bodies, except that one of the heads, for some reason, had already been shattered.

Only the pitch-black snake body remained, still coiling around Jiang Yan like the serpent king Shesha guarding the Buddha in mythology; even with its body utterly shattered, it faithfully guarded its master.

The other complete Shadow-Eating Great Snake body, with scarlet snake eyes, looked at the fly swarm attempting to approach and let out a long roar to the sky:

"Sss—"

Wild winds howled, the snake's chant echoing throughout the entire forest.

Rustle-rustle-rustle!

The insects trembled, terror filling their compound eyes; they fell to the ground like rain, either stiffening their bodies or dying instantly, utterly suppressed at the bloodline level.

Even animals dozens of li away seemed to sense something, crouching on the ground and shivering, awakening a fear from the depths of their bloodline.

However faint it was, it was the power of the ancient evil god Xiangliu!

This scene,

was like the ancient two-headed snake demon from old legends, resurrecting from the darkness.

Amidst the snake's chant, Jiang Yan slowly opened his eyes, looking at the Fly Child pinned to the ground by the snake's tail, and said calmly:

"I merely wanted to return home quietly, yet I ran into a fly like you buzzing constantly in my ear.

Since you love hunting so much, then from now on..."

"Use your life to amuse me!"

Two chapters of five thousand words each; requesting monthly votes, recommendation votes, and continued reading.

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