Chapter 483: Bao Yan Turns the Halberd Toward Lingxiang

The flames were like dragons and snakes, the sound of the fire like a hiss, as they coiled toward Bao Yan.

He had not expected that even after kicking the boy away, the Witchcraft would not cease. Bao Yan knitted his brows and, without a moment's hesitation, flung the Long Halberd aside.

The Long Halberd, wrapped in flames, crashed into the ground like a falling star, carving out a large pit; within the pit, the flames on the shaft of the halberd flickered several times before finally leaving behind only wisps of sparks and straight trails of smoke.

Such great strength! Such powerful Qi!

Bao Yan landed lightly and reached out to pull the Long Halberd out, but at this moment, Long Qi, who had been kicked to the ground, grinned and braced himself up, wiping a smear of blood from the corner of his mouth.

This was Dragon Qi unleashed by combining his own Fire Method with the power of the sword itself; how could it be extinguished so easily?

Just as Bao Yan was about to touch the shaft, the sparks on it suddenly burst into a flare, and then two fire dragons roared out, hissing as they lunged at him.

Caught off guard, Bao Yan hurriedly retreated, but because it happened so suddenly, his forearm was still singed by the flames.

The flames were like a hungry beast, rapidly devouring Bao Yan's armor, traveling along his arm and up his shoulder; in no time at all, they had covered Bao Yan's entire suit of armor.

Bao Yan's entire body was swallowed by the flames, turning him into a man of fire, yet he stood there motionless, as if the person being burned was not him, and he were merely a bystander.

A cold snort came from within the ball of fire: "Is that all?"

No sooner had the words fallen than Bao Yan let out a roar; the armor covering his body, wrapped in the ball of fire, scattered and burst outward, and the flames on his body were extinguished in an instant, not even a single spark remaining.

The clothes on his body were burned to rags, yet the exposed skin remained completely unharmed; even though Bao Yan was in tatters, the killing intent radiating from him had not diminished in the slightest.

Bao Yan, whose flesh and bones had been tempered by the blood of ten thousand members of the Demon Race, was indestructible; how could the mere fire of a mortal harm him?

And Bao Yan's Long Halberd was forged from the spines of those martyred members of the Demon Race, tempered a thousand times and gathering resentment, making it invincible.

These were all part of the Former Demon Venerable's schemes; as long as he could regain control of the human world, he would not hesitate even to sacrifice his own son.

It was within that twisted agony that Bao Yan's twisted soul was forged, and now, this twistedness erupted at this very moment.

Bao Yan's figure flashed, and in an instant, he arrived before Long Qi, using both fists and feet, every strike landing on flesh; under the rain-like barrage, Long Qi had no power to parry, and even with the Mysterious Armor protecting him, he was still beaten until blood foamed incessantly from his mouth.

This one-sided beating made Adao, watching from afar, anxious to the point of burning, but there was nothing he could do; if he were to force his way out, he would only be a burden.

After half a cup of tea, Bao Yan finally stopped; Long Qi slumped dejectedly on the ground, having lost all strength to support himself, not even having the energy to fall over.

Long Qi hung his head low, his mouth and neck dripping with blood, which soaked through the clothes on his chest.

He felt as if every bone in his body were shattered; every rise and fall of his chest was accompanied by intense pain, forcing him to remain conscious despite his dimming vision, even allowing him to clearly hear the Demon Lord's breathing.

I fear my time has come...

Bao Yan, standing to the side, peered down at Long Qi as if looking at an ant, showing not a hint of emotion, then looked toward Lingxiang in the distance, a playful smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"It is all because of you that I lost Tumi; you, too, should taste this feeling of losing a loved one." As Bao Yan spoke, he stepped onto Long Qi's shoulder: "Tell me, should I choose you, or that girl?"

Long Qi winced in pain, but upon hearing Bao Yan's words, his consciousness, which had been somewhat scattered, became clear in an instant.

Could it be that he intended to make a move against Lingxiang?

The Demon Lord seemed unable to decide, or perhaps he was merely feigning difficulty, stroking his chin and pondering for a long time, the smile at the corner of his mouth never fading in the slightest.

"How about I choose you then," Bao Yan said, leaning down to whisper sinisterly into Long Qi's ear.

Long Qi let out a long sigh of relief: it was better for him to die than for Lingxiang to die, as long as Lingxiang could live on well...

As long as Lingxiang could live on well...

Long Qi relaxed his entire body, waiting quietly for death to arrive, but he did not expect that after the Demon Lord lifted his foot, he would actually turn and walk away from him.