Chapter 447: Finally Seeking the Reverse Scale, Murderous Intent Revealed

The sky has collapsed! It has truly collapsed!

Aren't the people of the Demon Race all blocking the palace gates? Why are there still so many inside the palace?

Moreover, these people are clearly different from those at the palace gates; each one's Body Movement is extremely agile—rather than soldiers, they look more like assassins.

That so-called Wumin Jun, he put on the appearance of a hero in troubled times, yet he didn't even take anyone away!

In this short time, Long Qi has already shaken off seven or eight waves of encirclement.

Given the current situation, let alone saving Lingxiang, he fears he will be exhausted to death in this palace before even finding the way.

Thinking of this, Long Qi glanced discontentedly at Adao on his back—is this little brat actually reliable or not?

Originally, when Lingxiang led Adao and Zhanli to tour the Demon City, Adao didn't quite understand—with that time, why not think of some ways to escape?

Only now does Adao understand that Lingxiang had long been preparing for today.

Every time Lingxiang was summoned into the palace, she would either have Adao follow or bring Zhanli, under the fine-sounding excuse of: taking the children to broaden their horizons.

But once they arrived at the palace, she would send them off to play everywhere, finding an excuse that it wasn't easy to come to the Demon City and one shouldn't always keep the children confined.

The Demon City is gloomy to the extreme; where was it fun to play...

Yet Lingxiang said that children should see more of the world so they wouldn't be swindled in the future, and she would send her personal guards to lead them, urging them to ensure Adao had a good time.

How had those guards ever taken care of children? And how would they know how to coax a child?

But they could not disobey the Imperial Princess's words; seeing Adao's little face wrinkled like a dried orange peel, they could only bite the bullet and take him to some out-of-the-way places in the palace.

These places were rarely known to anyone; they were where the young guards often went when they were slacking off.

After all, their position as guards was also forced by the palace, truly not voluntary, and now they were just waiting to serve out their time so they could return home.

When Lingxiang was choosing guards, she basically selected those of this type.

At first, Adao even thought, how could such good-for-nothings protect Lingxiang safely?

But Lingxiang said again, even if she chose elites, could they really protect her well? Weren't they all eyes and ears for the Demon Lord? It was better to have these ones who just lived to eat and wait for death; they were easier to manipulate.

Moreover, the more people liked to slack off, the more they would look for shortcuts; with these people, one could learn many unknown things about the Demon City.

If not for this young guard, Adao would not have known so many ins and outs of the palace; now it seems, Master really has great foresight!

She is worthy of being the person Grandma took a fancy to!

Thinking of this, Adao admired Lingxiang even more.

Just as Adao was lost in thought, Long Qi pinched his face—the texture was really good; no wonder Lingxiang always loved to rub him.

"What time do you think it is? Our lives are almost lost, and you actually dare to let your mind wander."

Adao angrily pulled Long Qi's hand away, his face full of displeasure: "What are you panicking for? Can I still let you get caught?"

Though he said that, Adao had no confidence in his heart.

Master didn't tell him there would be so many people, did she? If he had known this, what would it have mattered if he had waited a while? It would have been better than now, single-handedly carrying a burden and fleeing for his life everywhere.

Thinking this way, Adao glared fiercely at Long Qi with even more disgust.

Just at this moment, a roar resounded, followed by tremors.

Adao instantly knew it was the Grand Marshal, yet Long Qi still foolishly poked his head out; he really didn't know what he was doing.

This old scoundrel, he was at odds with Master from the start, and now what kind of trouble is he stirring up? If he had known, he should have put laxatives in the tea he often drank.

But the Grand Marshal truly had no heart to continue playing with Chiyanzi and Lu Ying; he irritably created chaos, completely disregarding his own soldiers.

Fortunately, Chiyanzi struck in time, applying the Wood Formula, which prevented the situation from becoming more serious.

However, this was not a long-term solution; seeing vine after vine being snapped by the Grand Marshal, Chiyanzi had to maintain the technique and could not spare himself.

Fortunately, Lu Ying arrived in time, and after learning about the Reverse Scale, without a word, he flew toward the Grand Marshal's neck. However, just as Chiyanzi said, that old thing's neck was covered in Dragon Mane; it sounded simple, but finding it was not so easy.

Moreover, this old monster kept struggling incessantly; it was already very strenuous for Lu Ying just to steady himself, let alone find any Reverse Scale.

Fortunately, this old thing's Dragon Mane was very sturdy, and by pulling on it to climb, he could barely hold on. Moreover, the texture was as dense as silk; if the current situation hadn't forbidden it, Lu Ying would have wanted to praise it.

It was just that all the scales looked about the same, and where to start looking for that damn Reverse Scale remained unknown.

Lu Ying pulled on the Dragon Mane, swinging back and forth on the Grand Marshal's neck, his Long Mace blindly tapping and hitting, but he gained nothing.

He had never seen a dragon before, let alone a Reverse Scale; he had absolutely no clue.

Seeing that the Grand Marshal was about to break free from the vines, he struggled even more violently, shaking his body incessantly.

Lu Ying nearly slipped off; he hurriedly swung his body, leaped lightly, and grabbed tightly onto another tuft of Long Mane.

Just as Lu Ying sighed at his narrow escape, a crisp sound came from beside him.

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The sound of tapping the scales for a long while had sounded very dull, as if hitting armor, but the sound just now was like glass, or like a Silver Bell.

Lu Ying followed the sound to investigate and finally discovered an anomaly in a spot behind him.

The scales he had encountered before were all very smooth and flush, but the cluster of scales before him was slightly raised.

Lu Ying used the mace to touch it lightly again, and that cluster of scales actually stood up.

As if it felt the touch, the monster's body began to thrash violently; seen from afar, it looked like a lion trying to shake off the fleas on its body.

Lu Ying grabbed the Long Mane for dear life; even though his body was flung into the air, he did not loosen his grip by even a fraction.

Clearly, this spot was the Reverse Scale; having found it with such difficulty, if he were shaken off now, all his efforts would be wasted.

There were already few vines left, and after such wild thrashing by the Grand Marshal, Chiyanzi could hardly hold on.

Just as Chiyanzi was about to lose his grip on the hand seals, a crisp "clatter" was heard, like glass shattering, or like a crack in an ice surface.

The manic Grand Marshal suddenly stopped, and everything around seemed to go still.

It was Lu Ying who had seized the opportunity; using the momentum of his body swinging, he shattered that cluster of scales, and within the scales, there was actually one more scale, like a barb, deeply embedded within.

The Grand Marshal lowered his eyes to look, coldness filling his sockets, his murderous intent fully exposed.

"Brat..."

Although this voice was very calm, it was like the sound of a hellish demon, making everyone who heard it shudder with fear.

Wisps of cold air spilled from the Grand Marshal's mouth, flowing along the corners of his lips and surging toward his neck.

As the cold air spread, rows of ice spikes suddenly shot out, heading straight for Lu Ying.

Seeing that the ice spikes were about to pierce him, Lu Ying still did not let go, thinking only of shattering that Reverse Scale.

However, the previous chaos had exhausted his strength, and the Reverse Scale was too far away to reach for the moment.

With the ice spikes already right before his eyes, Lu Ying knew he had no chance left, so he shouted toward Chiyanzi: "Immortal Master! The Reverse Scale is here!"

Just as the cold air and ice spikes were about to strike, at the critical moment, a figure flashed past, swept Lu Ying up, and leaped away from the danger.

"Fellow Daoist, it has been a long time; I trust you have been Wuyang?"