My wife who comes from a wealthy family
Chapter 693 - 694 Dragon

Chapter 693: Chapter 694 Dragon

Hearing Ye Wudao’s words, the horned man’s pupils constricted, and he couldn’t help but say, "You’re very clever!"

"Tell me, who exactly are you?" Ye Wudao asked coldly.

"I am the noblest dragon in the world, as the legends say!" the horned man declared arrogantly.

Hiss!

Dragon!

Hearing these two words, Ye Wudao’s body shuddered, and he involuntarily drew in a breath of cold air!

In this world, flood dragons were rare, let alone the legendary dragon!

That was an existence that towered above all mythical beasts!

Turning his hand into clouds and covering his hand with rain!

The tiger is the king of all beasts!

The flood dragon is the king of all worms!

The dragon is the king of all creatures!

"Now that you know my identity, won’t you respectfully release me and then obediently lie on the ground, slashing your neck, waiting to die?" sneered the horned man, full of arrogance!

"Dream on!" Ye Wudao refused mercilessly.

"Heh, lad, it doesn’t matter if you refuse because you’ll stay here with me forever, until we die of old age!"

Pausing for a moment, the horned man confidently said, "Because the rule of the ninth level of the Nine-Turn Golden Thunder Tower is to defeat me!"

"So you finally decided to tell the truth?" Ye Wudao’s gaze turned frosty.

"Hmph, brat, if you know what’s good for you, just release me, come on! Surrender early! Rather than having me kill you swiftly, why not reincarnate early? What’s the point of wasting your life here with me? Your lifespan is at most a hundred or two hundred years, while I, as a dragon, have a lifespan of at least a few thousand years. Your measly hundred or two hundred years are nothing more than the blink of an eye to me!" ridiculed the horned man.

"Sorry, I don’t have a habit of surrendering!" said Ye Wudao as he placed his five fingers on the hilt of his battle sabre, his power suddenly surging tremendously.

"Slaughter Battle Body!"

Boom!

Ye Wudao’s power surged tenfold.

"Dragon Prison Slaughter Slash!"

Ye Wudao swung his blade, a strike potent enough to severely injure a fifth-grade pseudo-saint.

Bang!

A slash wound appeared on the horned man’s body, which quickly healed as he ridiculed, "Kid, don’t waste your effort, even the speed of your strikes can’t keep up with my healing ability. And you still think you can kill me? Haha, that’s a fantastic flight of fancy!"

"Damn it, this guy’s healing ability is too freakish!" Ye Wudao inwardly gasped!

He had never encountered such a bizarre enemy before!

"Give up, once you enter the ninth floor of the Nine-Turn Golden Thunder Tower, it’s impossible to leave unless you have the power of a War Saint. Otherwise, you might as well release my seal early and let me slap you to death, sending you to heaven earlier!" sneered the horned man.

"Shut up!" Ye Wudao bellowed, as his Purple Extreme devil’s pupil suddenly activated.

Swoosh!

Ye Wudao’s eyes released a burst of purple, sinister light.

"That gaze, hiss, it’s the legendary Purple Extreme devil’s pupil!" the horned man’s pupils constricted, instinctively revealing fear on his face as he spoke about Ye Wudao’s eyes.

"Purple Extreme Sword Technique!"

Ye Wudao swung his blade, drawing on the power of the Purple Extreme devil’s pupil, and the blade was unexpectedly surrounded by purple flames.

Bang!

A crisp sound of steel clashing was heard, and blood spattered; a ten-centimeter-long slash appeared on the horned man’s body, bleeding profusely, healing more slowly.

"I didn’t expect the Purple Extreme devil’s pupil to slow his healing speed by ten times!" Ye Wudao exclaimed in surprise.

Ten seconds later, the wound on the horned man healed once again, and he laughed, "Brat, although you possess the Purple Extreme devil’s pupil, you must have just comprehended it; you still can’t kill me!"

"Slowing your healing speed by ten times is enough!" Ye Wudao sneered, furiously brandishing his blade.

"Thunder Annihilation Three Thousand Shatter!"

In an instant, Ye Wudao struck the horned man with one slash, turning it into three thousand slashes.

Spurt!

Puff, puff!

Instantly, three thousand wounds appeared on the horned man’s body, all of them gushing blood.

"Although these wounds are many, I am a dragon who reigns supreme over the heavens and the earth, and it’s impossible for me to die!" said the horned man, but the next second, his pupils contracted.

Ye Wudao had actually approached him, took out an empty wine jar, and placed it under the horned man, specifically waiting for the noble golden Dragon Blood flowing from his body.

Ye Wudao drank a mouthful of Dragon Blood, and a hint of red glow immediately appeared on his face.

"Huh, so this is the taste of Dragon Blood, indeed it’s very pure, my cultivation has increased considerably!"

Seeing this, the horned man’s face immediately showed a color of utter fury as he roared, "Ah, ah, ah, you vicious little beast, how dare you drink my Dragon Blood? I will kill you!"

However, no matter how much the horned man struggled, being doubly suppressed by the Dragon Binding Chains and the Dragon Trapping Talisman, he was utterly unable to inflict the slightest harm on Ye Wudao.

"No, this rate of drawing Dragon Blood is too slow!" Ye Wudao frowned, and simply picked up a battle saber, stabbing it directly into the horned man’s abdomen.

"Crack!" A crisp sound followed, and golden Dragon Blood immediately flowed from the horned man’s abdomen.

Ye Wudao quickly picked up the wine jar to catch it.

"Ah, ah, you plague-stricken little beast, you damn little devil, stop it right now!" The horned man was furious to the extreme. He was supposed to be a noble being, a dragon that dominated the world, yet there he was, having someone holding a knife and drawing Dragon Blood from him.

Though he could heal, this was too humiliating!

It was an indignity of the deepest order!

Before long, a jar was filled with Dragon Blood!

"Hey, little beast, even peak pseudo-saints would envy me for a jar of my Dragon Blood, you should be satisfied by now," the horned man said angrily.

"Not enough!" Ye Wudao shook his head, waved his hand, and suddenly, hundreds of wine jars appeared on the ground.

"Once these hundreds of jars of Dragon Blood wine are filled, I’ll drink a jar every day, slowly keeping you monstrous dragon company until the end of time. Hehe, even if I die, dying drunk wouldn’t be too bad!" Ye Wudao said with a laugh.

You!

You you!

The horned man’s pupils contracted and his anger reached its very peak, his mood completely collapsing!

It wasn’t long before Ye Wudao had filled dozens of jars with Dragon Blood!

"Enough, enough!" The horned man was completely frantic now, his complexion also turning deadly pale from excessive blood loss.

Ye Wudao, with a sharp gaze, laughed and said, "Your wounds can heal, but your own Dragon Blood can’t replenish itself, right?"

The horned man gave a bitter smile.

Yes!

Though he was a dragon, possessing terrifying defensive and healing capabilities!

But how could Dragon Blood, so esteemed, heal as easily as wounds on his body!

"Perhaps I won’t have to wait until the end of time before your body’s Dragon Blood is fully drained. By then, you’ll be a dead dragon at my mercy!" Ye Wudao drank another mouthful of Dragon Blood wine, his face full of pleasure as he said, "Tsk tsk, truly a delicacy of the mortal realm!"

The horned man completely gave in, saying, "Kid, oh no, young master, let’s make a deal? Let me go and I won’t kill you, and I’ll even bestow upon you a great fortune, how does that sound?"

Seeing Ye Wudao’s skeptical look, the horned man said, "I swear, on my dragon’s honor! If I break it, may I be struck down by heaven and earth!"

Ye Wudao, sipping the Dragon Blood wine, shook his head laughing and said, "No way, you don’t have enough sincerity!"

"What, and this is not enough sincerity?" the horned man gritted his teeth and said, "I have a treasure cave under the sea, filled with countless heavenly materials and treasures, envied even by Battling Saints! Just let me go, and I’ll give you one-tenth, no, one-fifth, what do you say?"

"Not enough, still lacking sincerity!" Ye Wudao continued to shake his head.

The horned man took a deep breath and said, "How about this then, if you have any enemies, anyone you want dead, I’ll go and kill them for free! One person, no, ten people, how about that?"

"Haha, not enough!"

What?

Still not enough!

Though the horned man believed his offer to be exceedingly generous, with his fate in someone else’s hands, he could only suppress his frustration and said bitterly, "Kid, you tell me, what do you want?"

"I told you, don’t get mad, okay!" Ye Wudao said with a laugh.

"Joke, what kind of high being am I, to be angered by a mere human ant!" the horned man said lightly.

Ye Wudao leisurely savored another mouthful of Dragon Blood, lazily laughing as he said, "Hehe, I want you to acknowledge me as your master!"