allendalepharm Chapter 154 A Disheveled Battle Against Sect Leader Yan Luotian
Chapter 154 A Disheveled Battle Against Sect Leader Yan Luotian
Chapter 155 A Disheveled Battle Against Sect Leader Yan Luotian
Xiao Yan's lips twitched very slightly, the meaning of which was hard to decipher.
He just didn't expect that this girl would be even more willing to spend money than he had imagined.
The Falling Goose Empire, the Golden Goose Sect Master, Goose Falling Heaven.
A Dou Zong level expert, who could be considered a hegemon even in the entire Northwest Continent, was actually tricked by her into being seriously injured and fleeing, and was driven all the way to the depths of the Monster Mountain Range.
Is this... meant to be offered to my mouth?
Xiao Yan wasn't naive enough to think it was just a chance encounter.
He never underestimated the methods of the ancient tribes.
But he accepted the gift without any qualms.
Anyway, it's not the first time.
Xiao Yan shifted his gaze from the Amethyst Winged Lion King to the location of the aura at the edge of his domain perception. It was weak, disordered, and intermittent, yet it was still moving in that direction.
And it will arrive at the right time.
Xiao Yan's lips curled up slightly.
The authenticity of surrender cannot be proven by mere words or gestures, but this readily available verification tool can solve this problem.
If they truly submit, they will naturally follow him into battle and fight together against foreign enemies.
If one harbors ulterior motives—
A hint of meaning flashed in Xiao Yan's eyes: it's better to resolve this together.
No matter how you look at it, you're not losing out.
"The prey has arrived."
Xiao Yan casually tossed out a sentence and turned to walk out of the cave.
The Azure Bull Python and the Titan Giant Ape exchanged a glance. Without any hesitation, their massive bodies followed closely behind, protecting each other on the left and right, their auras released without any concealment.
The Amethyst Winged Lion King raised its head.
A flicker of hesitation crossed the beast's eyes.
Prey? Countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant: Was it a test? A trap? Or was he really being asked to make a move?
But only for a moment.
Its wings fluttered slightly, and it used its four legs to push off, following closely behind.
The three beasts and one person transformed into streaks of light and burst out of the cave!
It sped towards the outer edge of the Monster Mountain Range, bordering the Tagor Desert, but even with its full speed as a sixth-tier monster, it could barely keep up with the figure's swift spatial movement.
Sensing the direction of travel, the Amethyst Winged Lion King sped along while lost in thought.
The prey—could it be Queen Medusa? Or perhaps it was itself; its hesitation just now was precisely for this reason.
The Amethyst Winged Lion King trembled.
But then I thought about it again and felt something was wrong. It was completely different from the feeling of deliberately luring it to attack each time before.
It's not me, it's an outsider.
Does that mean there's a chance to rebuild trust?
The Amethyst Winged Lion King's eyes darkened, but it also spread its wings and followed the rapidly flashing figure.
Meanwhile, at the edge of the Monster Mountain Range.
A figure staggered through the woods.
The sect leader of the Golden Goose Sect, Yan Luotian.
He was in a sorry state, his clothes were tattered, and blood dripped from the torn corners of his robes, spreading a striking red stain among the withered leaves.
He coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, and just as he managed to stand up, his legs gave way and he fell to the ground again.
The internal injuries are more severe than the external ones.
My internal organs were in excruciating pain, and every breath felt like countless needles were churning inside my chest.
But the most fatal wound came from his back, a deep sword wound that ran from his shoulder blade to his waist, revealing the bone, inflicted by a mysterious person.
That eerie energy still clung to the wound, relentlessly eroding his meridians and flesh. He had tried countless methods to dispel it—battle qi, secret techniques, elixirs—
None of them worked.
His prized flying technique, the one that once made him stand out among his peers and allow him to contend with high-level Dou Zong using his speed, was almost completely destroyed. The meridians at the base of his wings were severed, and his bones were shattered.
Even if he recovers from his injuries in the future, it will be difficult for him to return to his peak condition.
Their methods were rendered ineffective, resulting in a severe blow.
Even the queen of the Snake People, someone he didn't even consider a threat during his prime, dared to attack him!
The wild geese landed on the tree trunk.
With difficulty, he raised his head and looked into the dense forest deep within the Monster Mountain Range, a deep-seated hatred flashing in his eyes.
But that hatred lasted only a moment, suppressed by a deeper fear—his pursuers—
Who is it?!
He didn't even get a clear look at the figure's face. If he hadn't unleashed his potential at the last second and fled at all costs, he would already be a corpse by now.
They just kept running, from the Luoyan Empire to the Jiama Empire, from the Tagor Desert to the edge of the Monster Mountain Range.
When will this end?!
A strange sense of frustration welled up from the bottom of his heart, almost threatening to devour him. He was the sect master of the Golden Goose Sect, a hegemon of the Falling Goose Empire, and a Dou Zong powerhouse!
He never imagined that he would one day be hunted down like a stray dog, fleeing from one empire to another, from the desert to the mountains, without even the right to stop and catch his breath.
This feeling was very wrong, but he couldn't stop.
He doesn't want to die!
Yan Luotian forced himself to sit up and scanned his surroundings.
Apart from the first-tier magical beast that he had casually killed with a single palm strike, this clearing in the forest was completely empty, with nothing there to help him recover from his injuries.
Apart from some — blue weeds?
Yan Luotian's eyes narrowed slightly.
Patches of weeds grow in the woods, their leaves shimmering with a faint blue light in the sunlight. They look no different from ordinary wild grasses, yet they exude a subtle, almost imperceptible, life force.
It's very faint, but it definitely exists!
Yan Luotian's eyes flickered slightly.
The next moment, without the slightest hesitation, he bent down, grabbed a handful of blue silver grass, and stuffed it into his mouth.
The grass leaves taste slightly astringent, with a hint of bitterness.
But what followed was an extremely subtle, warm energy that slid down his throat into his body, slowly coursing through his damaged meridians. Wherever it passed, the burning pain was slightly relieved.
The wild goose's pupils contracted slightly as it landed in the sky.
effective?
He closed his eyes and carefully sensed it.
His fighting spirit had recovered to a very slight degree.
The injury has healed a little bit.
Although extremely rare, it does exist.
Yan Luotian suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze falling on the sparse patches of blue grass around him.
Do not!
Looking around, this grass is so abundant in this forest clearing, and even in the distant mountains, that it is as common as wild grass, and it is not difficult to obtain.
Right now, this is the most convenient and safest recovery method!
Yan Luotian's eyes lit up completely. He no longer cared about the dignity of the sect leader or the face of the fighting sect. He bent down and plucked handfuls of Blue Silver Grass, stuffing them into his mouth frantically.
Chew, swallow, chew again, swallow again!
There was no poisoning, and no rejection.
There was no physical resistance whatsoever; it was as if this grass was born to be devoured, digested, and transformed into nutrients by him.
It can be restored indefinitely!
Yan Luotian sensed this and became even more ferocious.
A hint of greed even appeared in his eyes. As long as there were enough of them and enough time, he was confident that he could recover 30%, 40%, or even 50% of his strength!
At that time, the mere Gama Empire, the mere Medusa!
He won't let a single one of them escape!
"Whoosh—whoosh—"
Yan Luotian was panting, his mouth filled with the bitter and sweet taste of grass leaves, but at this moment, this taste was sweeter than any delicacy.
He bent down again and reached out his hand!