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Chapter 839 - 840 Desperate Long Mie
Chapter 839: Chapter 840 Desperate Long Mie
"We’ve been chased by the Black Terror Nomad!" Ye Wudao’s expression was extremely grim.
"It’s over, there’s no way out now..." Long Mie’s lips turned pale.
The two of them—a Ninth Grade Battle Saint and a late-stage True Pill cultivator!
Faced with the Black Terror Elder Monster, who was at the peak of the initial stage of Spirit Transformation, they stood no chance. Certain death awaited them!
"I advise you two to stop trying to run. Someone specifically offered two hundred Spirit Crystals for your heads!" The Black Terror Nomad sneered.
Siss!
Two hundred Spirit Crystals!
Hearing this number, Ye Wudao and Long Mie’s hearts trembled!
"Two hundred Spirit Crystals for our lives? It seems this is a fight to the death!" Long Mie laughed bitterly.
"Split up and run—meet at Jiangbei!" Ye Wudao didn’t hesitate at all; he activated his power on his legs and escaped at maximum speed!
Yes!
Split up!
Long Mie nodded quickly. Neither he nor Ye Wudao could possibly contend with the Black Terror Nomad. Splitting up was their only shot at survival!
Whoosh!
Long Mie’s speed was astonishing, like a dragon diving into the sea, moving freely and swiftly. He vanished in no time!
"A mere True Pill ant dares to flee before a Spirit Transformation grand cultivator? Such ignorance, such folly!" The Black Terror Nomad chuckled coldly.
Scene shift!
Dozens of miles away.
On a tranquil expanse of the sea.
Long Mie was desperately running, kicking up spray as he went, occasionally glancing over his shoulder.
Whew!
Long Mie exhaled, relieved!
"Luckily, that Black Terror Elder Monster didn’t catch up. If he had, I’d be finished!" Long Mie thought.
Suddenly, a mocking voice rang out: "Kid, quite quick, aren’t you!"
Long Mie looked up and saw the Black Terror Nomad flying through the air, appearing above him!
The Black Terror Elder Monster!
Long Mie’s eyes darkened. Knowing that escape was futile, he gritted his teeth and shouted, "Black Terror Elder Monster, I’ll fight you to the death!"
"Haha, just you, a mere late-stage True Pill ant? In my lifetime, I’ve slain countless like you!" The Black Terror Nomad sneered with disdain.
"I am no mere human!" Long Mie roared. "True Dragon Transformation!"
In the next instant, an intense black light erupted from Long Mie’s body, enveloping him in a shroud of black clouds!
Roar!
A terrifying roar came from within the clouds!
"This man... is actually a beast?" The Black Terror Nomad’s eyes flashed with surprise.
Roar!
Roar!
The chilling dragon roars echoed as a massive black dragon, over a hundred meters long, emerged from the clouds, soaring into the sky. Its icy dragon eyes burned with rage!
Siss—it’s a top-tier beast, a dragon!" The Black Terror Nomad’s pupils contracted, and his face was overrun with excitement: "A single dragon holds untold value! Last time, at a Spirit Transformation-level auction, even a regular blue dragon fetched a staggering eight hundred Spirit Crystals. And this black dragon’s bloodline is far superior to any blue dragon’s! Haha, I’ve hit the jackpot!"
"Black dragon, I won’t kill you. I’ll auction you off!" The Black Terror Nomad spoke with exhilaration.
Auctioning off a black dragon!
Across the Spirit Transformation realm, few could ever boast of such a feat!
The Black Terror Nomad was poised to become famous!
"You!?" Long Mie’s eyes were filled with disgust.
What a joke!
His status was supremely noble!
How could he be auctioned off?
If news of this reached the dragon clan, it would be a humiliation of the highest order—a stain that would shame the clan, become a laughingstock, forever nailed to the pillar of disgrace!
"Obey me willingly, and you’ll suffer fewer injuries!" The Black Terror Nomad smirked.
"I’ll kill you!" Long Mie reverted to his dragon form, his combat strength soaring directly to the peak of the True Pill stage!
Roar!
Long Mie spit out a powerful burst of crimson dragon flames from his mouth. Its immense force could deter even ordinary Spirit Transformation-level cultivators, making them hesitate!
The Black Terror Nomad waved his palm casually!
Bang!
A dull sound resonated as the Black Terror Nomad shattered the dragon flames with one blow!
"Damn it, this elder monster’s strength is unbelievably overwhelming..." Long Mie’s eyes tightened, fully aware that even in his dragon form, he was no match for the Black Terror Nomad!
If he couldn’t fight, he’d flee!
Long Mie fled swiftly!
"You think you can escape!?" The Black Terror Nomad’s eyes turned vicious—he wouldn’t let this prey slip through his fingers!
He crafted a hand seal with one hand, and suddenly, a mist of black fog spread across his body!
In an instant!
Roar!
A piercing cry of a fierce bird split the air!
A gigantic black buzzard emerged from the black fog—it was none other than the Black Terror Nomad in his transformed state!
This was the fundamental difference between Spirit Transformation and True Pill!
Spirit Transformation-level cultivators could shapeshift into birds and beasts!
Long Mie was still sprinting at full speed when he felt a wave of killing intent from behind. Alarmed, he turned to look.
A black buzzard struck like lightning!
No!
Long Mie’s pupils shrank!
Bang!
A dull sound followed as the black buzzard’s claws locked tightly onto Long Mie’s body. The sharp talons pierced directly into his abdomen.
"Argh!" Long Mie let out a cry of pain, blood spilling from his mouth!
"Little black dragon, don’t even think about resisting! Before absolute power, your fate is sealed!" The black buzzard sneered.
Long Mie struggled constantly, but the strength of the Black Terror Nomad, transformed into the black buzzard, was overwhelming, suppressing him entirely.
"Old Ye, I’m sorry... Run as far as you can and don’t look back!" Long Mie laughed bitterly.
Meanwhile.
In the sky.
A magnificent Qing He soared high, its enormous body spreading wings that could shadow half the sky. A single flap of its wings stirred violent whirlwinds, uprooting trees in its path!
On the noble, graceful Qing He stood two figures!
An elderly man in a cyan robe, carrying an ancient cyan sword on his back. His hair was white like a crane’s feathers, his face youthful, exuding an aura of immortality!
Beside the elder stood a young girl in a purple gown, also carrying a sword. Her demeanor was charming and innocent.
"Hmm, Fourth Uncle, there seems to be a beast battle up ahead!" The girl pointed ahead.
"Beast battles are nothing special!" The elder shook his head with a smile.
Right as they spoke, a dragon’s roar echoed through the air!
Roar!
"Fourth Uncle, this... this roar sounds so peculiar! I’ve never heard it before!" The young girl asked curiously.
The elder’s expression shifted instantly. He calculated with a single finger and then smiled: "My dear disciple, fortune is on our side—we’ve encountered a dragon!"
What?
A dragon!
The young girl’s face lit up with joy, "Fourth Uncle, is it really a dragon?"
"Ordinary dragons are not remarkable. But if it’s an intermediate dragon, or even an advanced one, then that would be truly exciting!" The elder smiled.
At that moment, a brutal battle unfolded over the sea ahead!
A black buzzard was frenziedly attacking a black dragon. The dragon was battered and wounded, its scales stained with blood!
"Fourth Uncle, what level is this dragon?" The young girl asked in surprise.
"It’s a black dragon!" The elder’s eyes narrowed, showing a hint of shock.
"Fourth Uncle, is a black dragon very prestigious?" The young girl asked, puzzled.
"Of course!" The elder nodded, slowly explaining: "As the rulers among beasts, the dragon clan holds unparalleled strength, with strict hierarchical rankings, forming a pyramid structure!"
"The dragon clan consists of seven levels in total!" The elder smiled and added, "Take a guess—where does this black dragon rank?"
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