Chapter 36: Jiang Yan: Use Your Life to Please Me (Seeking Monthly Votes)

"Don't believe its nonsense!"

A middle-aged man roared: "It's just fooling us into staging a scene of mutual slaughter."

"Believe it or not, that's up to you."

The Fly Child's calm voice came through.

"Of course, you could also choose to challenge me while I'm injured; you might just make it out alive."

Although they knew the Fly Child was likely lying to them,

many began to hesitate, struggling in their hearts.

What if...

they could survive?

People always hope for a stroke of luck.

Human nature can never withstand a test.

"Fun! So much fun!"

The Fly Child watched this scene, its mouth stretching into a terrifying width.

Pure despair would only unite everyone, but give them a little hope, and they would scatter like sand again.

Humans, as a species, are truly the most interesting toys.

'The outside world is indeed dangerous; I'd better run away with Brother Tough Guy.'

The fatty felt the increasingly dangerous atmosphere around him and shivered.

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

Brother Tough Guy was gone.

This panicked the fatty; he had a tool that could help him escape, but it required another person to be within one meter of him, and it was limited to only one person.

Where on earth did he go?

Could it be... he was still in the carriage?

The fatty moved his feet quietly, preparing to go over and take a look; he had to leave in a few minutes at most.

He could only pray that Brother Tough Guy wouldn't run around.

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

"Well? Have you decided?"

"I... I..."

The one speaking was a young man, his voice very soft. The Fly Child revealed a child-like, innocent smile and leaned its head in to listen, only to hear that stuttering voice suddenly change:

"Screw your mother!"

'Arrow of the Vast Waves!'

Water gathered in the air, turning into an arrow that struck the Fly Child's head.

"It worked!"

The young man looked pleasantly surprised, and the others also launched their attacks, giving it their all, slamming a large number of skills and trump cards onto the Fly Child.

In an instant, dust and smoke swirled.

Rather than slaughtering each other, it was better to fight to the death!

However, when the dust settled, the Fly Child's clothes were tattered, but its skin was as white and new as ever.

It was actually... completely unharmed!

Everyone's pupils dilated in shock.

Humans could never defeat this kind of monster!

The Fly Child said softly: "This is the last time you will resist me. The chance has been given. A friendly reminder: there is another guy in the carriage, don't miss him.

Hiding is useless, too!

Now, entertain me with your slaughter..."

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

Darkness like a tidal wave surged out, transforming into a terrifying hooked scythe that swept over and arrived before it in an instant.

Boom!

The shadow power on the hooked scythe swept out, directly corroding the flies protecting the Fly Child, turning them into debris filling the sky.

"So fast!"

The Fly Child was shocked, having never expected this sudden attack. It wanted to react, but...

It was already too late!

Crack!

The blade of the pitch-black hooked scythe pierced directly through the Fly Child's chest. A massive force lifted its body, and like an arrow released from a bow, it instantly snapped over a dozen large trees, kicking up a sky full of dust and sand.

It finally stopped only after being pinned to a century-old ancient tree that required ten people to encircle.

Feeling the intense pain coming from its body, its originally innocent child-like face twisted, and it growled:

"Damn you, I'm going to kill you, Fly Whip..."

As it spoke, it raised its right hand, preparing to manipulate the swarm of flies to sever the hooked scythe, but the next second, a whistling sound arrived again, and a new hooked scythe pierced through its right hand, pinning it to the tree.

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

The Fly Child's wails echoed through the forest.

Buzz, buzz, buzz.

A large number of flies saw this scene and wanted to save their master, but they didn't notice that on the ground, water made of shadows, darker than ink, had begun to ripple.

Swish, swish, swish!

The shadows turned into countless spikes, erupting instantly, piercing the spirit flies, while simultaneously melting rapidly and spreading out threads that wove together to form a large ball, wrapping up half the swarm and compressing it into a sphere.

Then...

it plummeted straight into the shadow mire below.

Crack! Crack!

Faintly, one could hear a terrifying chewing sound, as if some horrific monster was feeding.

"What!?"

The Fly Child saw this, its expression shocked, its demonic power surging as it tried to break free from the hooked scythe, but the next second, it saw the "rope" connecting the hooked scythe suddenly pull taut.

"Oh no!"

The Fly Child was shocked, unable to react at all, and could only watch helplessly as its hooked body was lifted up, and then...

slammed violently against the tree trunk!

Bang!

A large amount of wood chips flew, smashing out a crater about the size of the child.

"Damn you, ahhhhh..."

The Fly Child's head buzzed incessantly, ink-green blood spilling from the corners of its mouth. It gritted its teeth and roared:

"Who... are you?"

It hadn't even realized that such a big player was hidden among the crowd.

However, no one responded to it; the hooked scythe just treated it like a rag doll, slamming it against the large tree repeatedly.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

One blow after another, like the striking log of a temple bell.

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

Rumble!

In an instant, after dozens of impacts, only a thin layer of the century-old tree trunk remained. Finally, the plant fibers snapped, unable to bear the weight, and it tilted backward, kicking up a sky full of dust.

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

Without the giant tree blocking the view, the entire forest's field of vision suddenly opened up.

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

"Brother... Tough Guy?"

The fatty followed the source of the hooked scythe and looked toward the location of the carriage.

The carriage structure had completely disintegrated by now, yet Jiang Yan sat quietly in his seat, closing his eyes to rest.

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

The pitch-black shadow hooked scythe was spreading out from within it.

No, that's not right.

That is not a weapon!

Under everyone's gaze, a terrifying giant snake slowly rose from the shadows, wearing an ancient, mysterious pale mask, with crimson patterns faintly visible on its pitch-black scales.

It had two tails; the so-called hooked scythes were actually the barbs on its tails.

Everyone even discovered that it actually had two snake bodies, though one of the heads was shattered for some reason.

Only the pitch-black snake body remained, still coiled around Jiang Yan, like the Shesha Dragon King guarding the Buddha in mythology; even though its body was shattered, it still loyally guarded its master.

The other intact Shadow-Eating Giant Snake body, with scarlet snake eyes, looked at the swarm of flies trying to approach and let out a long hiss toward the sky:

"Hiss—"

The gale howled, and the sound of snake hissing echoed throughout the entire forest.

Swish!

The flies trembled, their compound eyes filled with terror, falling to the ground like rain; they were either stiffened or died instantly, suppressed to the very core of their bloodlines.

Even the animals dozens of miles away seemed to sense something, prostrating themselves on the ground and shivering, awakening a fear from the depths of their bloodlines.

No matter how faint, that was the power of the ancient fierce god Xiangliu!

This scene,

was like the ancient double-headed snake demon from old legends, reviving from the darkness.

Amidst this snake hissing, Jiang Yan slowly opened his eyes, looked at the Fly Child pinned to the ground by the snake tail, and said indifferently:

"I clearly just wanted to go home quietly, yet I ran into a fly like you buzzing in my ear the whole time."

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

"Use your life to please me!"

Two chapters of five thousand words each, requesting monthly tickets, recommendation tickets, and follow-up reads.

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