Chapter 398: Volume 1 Chapter 398 Evil Dragon x Slave x Witch (18)

Freedom?

These two words are so distant for a slave; as the monk who is the Second Elder, hearing her words, he was momentarily stunned.

Outside Zhucheng, countless demonic beasts swirled; aside from spell‑casting envoys, residents and nobles could only stay within the city.

In the world there is no absolute freedom; maintaining order benefits Zhucheng, allowing everyone to live in peace.

"You can't defeat us."

So all she did was pointless.

Jiang Zhi stretched lazily, "Just give it a try and you'll see if it works."

The young witch seemed born optimistic; the relentless rain on her face could not extinguish the blazing flame within her.

The Second Elder had never seen someone like her; any obstacle seemed nonexistent in her eyes, and she radiated a conviction that she would surely succeed.

He involuntarily grew serious, his staff swaying in the rain as he chanted the spell.

The lightning flashing through the dark clouds resembled a ferocious dragon's body, connecting to the tip of his staff.

Jiang Zhi saw this, wiped the smile from her lips, and five talismans scattered before her floated in midair; white light flared, the talismans resonated, forming a transparent shield.

As the lightning struck, the shield absorbed the split‑second flash of electricity, then returned all the attack to the Second Elder.

The Second Elder dodged, continuously chanting incantations from his mouth.

After a hundred rounds, the Second Elder's face turned slightly pale, his eyes filled with respect for Jiang Zhi.

Not a trace of the initial contempt remained.

In this world, the strong survive, the weak perish.

By now, in his exchanges with her, the Second Elder clearly recognized the gap between them.

At the moment he wanted to withdraw, the young witch before him suddenly swayed twice and fell back onto one knee.

She clutched her chest and spat out a mouthful of blood, her gaze falling on a spot not far from them.

Seeing this, the Second Elder turned and looked.

It was the Eighth Elder guarding the western gate; he had hidden there unknown when, waiting for an opportunity, and ambushed Jiang Zhi.

"Hahaha!" the Eighth Elder laughed wildly and sinisterly, proudly saying, "Second Brother, I've done you a big favor—hurry and finish her off."

The Second Elder acts upright and aboveboard, never engaging in scheming.

He well knows that doing so to a battlefield opponent would be extremely unfair.

Originally this match could have ended in a truce for him, but now he has lost.

Jiang Zhi drew a deep breath.

Just moments ago she could have won, but her excessive focus led to being ambushed by that person.

She immediately sealed the meridians that were nearly shattered, then slowly rose to her feet.

Xiaohei, who had dealt with the Fourth Elder the puppet master, immediately sensed her abnormality and rushed over.

"Master!"

Jiang Zhi wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, shook her head to indicate she was fine, glanced at the fallen Fourth Elder, and smiled, saying, "Xiaohei, you're amazing."

Xiaohei's eyes full of worry, "Heal… heal the wound."

Jiang Zhi caught a glimpse of killing intent in her peripheral vision, grabbed Xiaohei beside her, and dodged the attack from the person below.

The Eighth Elder's expression was regretful: "Still quite sharp."

Having said that, he turned to the Second Elder and said, "Second Brother, quickly finish her off—she's had her meridians damaged by me and can't cast spells."

The Second Elder's face fell: "I lost this battle."

The Eighth Elder unwillingly said, "Second Brother, what did you lose? Clearly you won; she can't beat you now."

Just as he finished speaking, he sensed the ruthless killing intent projected from the youth standing atop the palace hall; a chill ran from the crown of his head to his soles, making one shudder despite the cold.

The Eighth Elder furrowed his brows, angry and embarrassed, jeering: "Monster, what are you looking at? She's your master? A lowly woman isn't fit to be your master; how about this—you become my slave, and I'll give you far more benefits than she does."

Half‑beasts have always been seen as the embodiment of monsters.

Half human, half beast, neither one nor the other.

Jiang Zhi heard his words and did not get angry.

The Eighth Elder who ambushed her is far weaker than the Second Elder; dealing with him is merely a flick of the finger……

She hadn't even come to her senses when the half‑beast beside her sprouted golden demonic markings beside his right eye, and in an instant he appeared before the Eighth Elder.

Before the Eighth Elder could react, the youth tore him to pieces.

Not a drop of blood stained him; the half‑beast with black hair had dark‑gold pupils that gleamed with a cold‑blooded chill, transparent rainwater sliding down his perfectly contoured jaw, heavy shadows pooling beneath his deep brow.

In the hazy rain mist, the youth spread two massive bat‑like wings behind him; their icy‑cold scales showed a lacquer hue, metal‑hard, covering his neck and extending to the corners of his eyes.

The Second Elder's pupils constricted in shock as he stared at the scene; instantly his mind recalled the ancient texts recording the Evil Dragon.

That terrifying, awe‑inspiring majesty—aside from the Evil Dragon sealed in Chendi, no one in this world could match it.

But the Evil Dragon shouldn't be in its sealed place, should it?

Just as he fell into thought, the youth suddenly flew before him, his icy dark‑gold eyes narrowed, his mouth splitting into a deep smile that didn't reach his eyes, filled with sinister malice.

"You lowly humans don't deserve to live in this world."

A smile steeped in killing intent made one's blood run cold.

The Second Elder, overcome by fear, stiffened all over and could hardly move.

Before such absolute power, he dared not even resist.

This time the Evil Dragon did not wish to rend human bodies; he wanted to behead him and make him watch his own death.

As he raised his hand to carry it out, a roar from Jiang Zhi in the rain sounded behind him.

"Xiao Bai! Stop!!"

Evil Dragon heard the words, stopped moving, turned its head to look at the girl who had shouted at it, and said in a neutral tone: "They want to kill you."

Jiang Zhi had expended too much energy shouting, her vision went dark, she collapsed onto the ground, breathing rapidly.

Seeing this, the Evil Dragon narrowed its eyes, its sharp teeth grinding together as it struggled to suppress its killing intent.

In the end, it gave up killing the monk before it, flapped its dragon wings, and came to her side.

It raised a finger to press against her brow; black mist seeped in, and the girl's complexion gradually returned to normal.

"I'm not saving you; if you die, that stupid half-beast will die too. I only saved you because I still need a vessel."

As if fearing she might misunderstand, the Evil Dragon explained awkwardly and arrogantly, its tone full of resentment.

Jiang Zhi, weak and breathless: "Oh."

Evil Dragon didn't hear clearly: "What?"

Jiang Zhi raised her voice: "I said I heard it!"

Evil Dragon's expression was cold: "What's your attitude?"

Jiang Zhi, questioned by him, froze for a moment, lifted her gaze to him; rain blurred her eyes, like black pearls soaked in spring water, reflecting the Evil Dragon's face.

Seeing her silent, the Evil Dragon's voice turned fierce: "If it weren't for this forbidden technique, the first person I would kill would be..."

Before the word "you" could leave his mouth, the girl leaned in, her pale lips brushing his cheek lightly, bringing a faint fragrance.