77: Chapter 77 Two Dragons Protect Their Master, Dare to Touch My People?

Lin Yuan was a bit anxious; he didn't want Big Dragon and Second Dragon to die for nothing, as the opponent was a Rank Five Martial Artist.

"They sensed your emotions and know you're facing a powerful enemy, so they're bound to come to your rescue," Chu Yunfeng remarked.

"Big Dragon, Second Dragon, retreat quickly!"

Lin Yuan issued the command to the two ferocious beasts in his mind, but they didn't stop at all. Instead, they extended their sharp dragon claws and transformed their bodies into two tornadoes, madly swirling toward Xiao Yanyao.

"Hmph! Two beasts dare to act so insolently!"

Xiao Yanyao sneered and threw a punch toward the sky.

Xiao Yanyao's fist suddenly emitted bursts of dark black light, radiating a powerful aura. Wrapped in extremely fierce spiritual power, it blasted toward Big Dragon and Second Dragon.

Bang!

The matchless power of the punch shook Big Dragon and Second Dragon in mid-air from a distance. With a bang, it directly shattered their charge.

The two giant dragons' claws were instantly covered in blood, and they spat blood from their mouths. Unable to maintain flight, they plummeted headfirst and smashed into the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust, their lives uncertain.

"Big Dragon! Second Dragon! You! --- Damn you!"

Seeing the two giant dragons fall, Lin Yuan was instantly filled with grief and indignation.

Although Big Dragon and Second Dragon were just ferocious beasts he had recently tamed, hitting his dragons right in front of him was the ultimate insult.

Moreover, the two giant dragons' loyal protection of their master moved him deeply. How could he not be enraged?

"Hahahaha—arrogant brat, I deserve to die? You certainly have a big mouth. I am a deacon of the Mercenary Guild, the Rank Five Martial Artist Xiao Yanyao. Remember that well, so you don't end up in the underworld not knowing who killed you—"

The corner of Xiao Yanyao's mouth curled into a cruel smile. He retracted his fist, slowly gathering spiritual power, and a thick dark light flickered on his fist once more.

Lin Yuan's words had provoked him; he intended to blow this young brat apart with a single punch—

Lin Yuan slowly drew the ancient-looking, dilapidated wooden sword from his back—one that looked like it might break at any moment—and gripped it in his hand. A surging aura instantly permeated the entire area.

A massive phantom of a greatsword appeared behind Lin Yuan, ancient and majestic, as if it were a judgment from an ancient deity, pressing down so hard that everyone struggled to breathe.

Xiao Yanyao's legs couldn't help but tremble now. His shocked eyes twitched incessantly, as if he were witnessing something extremely terrifying.

His lips quivered, "This—what is this? No—impossible, how can it be so terrifying—"

Under that immense pressure and psychological strain, Chen Xing and his two lackeys collapsed directly onto the ground.

As the number one genius in the Capital, Chen Xing was very proud. Even though Lin Yuan had defeated him before, he still had the confidence to surpass him.

But now, even in front of a Rank Five expert, Lin Yuan could still burst forth with such earth-shattering momentum. This kind of talent and strength was something he could never reach in his lifetime.

At this moment, his heart could no longer bear the blow dealt by such a vast gap, and his Dao heart was instantly shattered to pieces.

Even if Chen Xing didn't die today, his martial heart was broken, and he would never make another step forward on the path of martial arts.

...

At this time, Mu Qianqian, standing atop the silver pine tree above Lin Yuan's head, was already stunned. The aura Lin Yuan suddenly released was very powerful—so powerful that even her heart trembled slightly.

She even felt that she might not necessarily be able to withstand Lin Yuan's next strike.

"He—what kind of ability is this? It actually makes my heart tremble—could it be that wooden sword in his hand?"

Mu Qianqian's heart was shaken. She recalled that every time she saw Lin Yuan, he was carrying this wooden sword. She had always thought it was just a quirk of his, perhaps a fondness for imitating Li Xiaoyao—

But only now did she realize that this must be one of his powerful trump cards—

At this moment, Lin Yuan gripped the sword with both hands and slowly raised it above his head. "Old Chu, it's up to you. Wipe them all out!"

"Wiping them out is simple, but remember, during the three months I'll be asleep, develop yourself low-key and don't be reckless—"

With a word of caution, Chu Yunfeng prepared to strike.

"Alright!"

Lin Yuan's face was somewhat pale. Although Chu Yunfeng was the one initiating this strike, Chu Yunfeng was consuming mental energy, while Lin Yuan himself had to consume a massive amount of spiritual power.

Just as Lin Yuan was about to swing the wooden sword, a beautiful figure descended from the sky and landed in the center of the battlefield.

Mu Qianqian appeared, dressed in white robes, moving as gracefully as a startled swan, like a celestial fairy descending to the mortal realm, breathtakingly beautiful.

Seeing Mu Qianqian appear, Lin Yuan's movements immediately halted. "So beautiful—"

Despite having seen Mu Qianqian many times, he couldn't help but be stunned by her every time. At first, Lin Yuan had been a bit embarrassed to look at her.

But now, Lin Yuan stared directly at her peerless face, unable to look away...

Seeing Lin Yuan's burning gaze, Mu Qianqian's pretty face turned slightly red.

"Brat, you've got quite the nerve! Have you seen enough?" Mu Qianqian chided in a low, playful voice.

"Not yet—"

Lin Yuan blurted out, "Uh... no, I mean... why did you come out? I can handle this myself."

"Hmm? It seems you knew I was here." Mu Qianqian was startled, then she arched an eyebrow. "You little brat, do you have a hero complex?"

"No, it's just that relying on a woman isn't my style..." Lin Yuan said indifferently as he sheathed the heavenly slaughter sword back onto his back.

"Quite proud, aren't we? But even if you could solve it, you'd probably have to pay a significant price, right? Better let me handle it."

Mu Qianqian turned around and looked at Xiao Yanyao and Chen Xing.

"Dean Mu, you've come at just the right time. This Lin Yuan wants to kill me, stop him quickly!"

Seeing that the newcomer was Mu Qianqian, Chen Xing immediately called for help. He knew Xiao Yanyao couldn't block Lin Yuan, and Lin Yuan had already developed a killing intent toward him.

Xiao Yanyao also quickly cupped his fists. "Dean Mu, I am Xiao Yanyao, a deacon of the Mercenary Guild. This boy killed a mercenary squad of ours. Please apprehend him and hand him over to our Mercenary Guild for processing."

"Hehe... are you stupid? Can't you tell that he and I are on the same side?"

With a wicked smile on her lips, Mu Qianqian pointed at Lin Yuan.

"You! ... Then what do you want?" Xiao Yanyao's heart sank as he asked through gritted teeth.

"Hmph! Since you dared to touch my person, I'm going to kill you, of course!"

Mu Qianqian's eyes narrowed, and her killing intent was released without any concealment.

"Kid Lin, your goddess said you are her person," Chu Yunfeng's teasing voice suddenly echoed in Lin Yuan's mind.

"Ahem... who said she's my goddess?" Lin Yuan said stubbornly.

"Keep pretending, just keep on pretending..."

"You can't kill me. I am from the Mercenary Guild. Aren't you afraid our Chairman Chen will settle the score with you? And this is the young master of the Chen family!" Xiao Yanyao threatened while slowly backing away.

"Dean Mu, I am still a student of Qing University after all, and my father is the Chairman of the Mercenary Guild, the Ninth-Rank Expert Chen Haobei! You can't kill my Uncle Xiao!"

Chen Xing also voiced his threats from the side, even bringing up his father to try and make Mu Qianqian wary.

"Hmph! Using your father to pressure me? Let me tell you, even if your father were here, he wouldn't dare stop me from killing him. Since you dared to move against someone I value, no one can save him!"

Crack, crack!

As her voice fell, Mu Qianqian's pressure suddenly swept toward Xiao Yanyao. Xiao Yanyao uncontrollably slammed his knees onto the ground. His kneecaps shattered instantly, his skin split open, and blood sprayed out, staining the ground red.

Before Xiao Yanyao could even howl, Mu Qianqian casually waved her jade hand in the air, and a bolt of energy shot out.

Bang!

The energy slammed directly into Xiao Yanyao's body. In an instant, his body was blown apart, turning into a bloody mist that scattered in the air.

A dignified Rank Five expert was, in Mu Qianqian's hands, merely dregs that could be slapped into a bloody mist at will—

This was the power of a Ninth-Rank Martial Artist—strolling leisurely yet terrifyingly powerful—