153: Red Dragon Half Saint

Even the Red Dragon at the bottom of the lake was dumbfounded, greatly admiring the young man's actions.

Of all people to insult, he chose to insult the Big Yellow Dog, who was suspected of having stepped into the Saint Realm. If he didn't seek death, he wouldn't die!

After a moment of dazed, the Big Yellow Dog reacted, a hint of killing intent flashing in his eyes.

Damn it, it's really true that a kind person gets bullied, and a kind dog gets ridden. He's always the one getting hurt.

Being a human is hard, but being a dog is even harder!

He stood upright and cursed, "You little brat, what are you barking about?"

Saliva splattered as he continued to curse a string of insults.

The frivolous young man's expression also turned grim. As a junior of a Celestial Venerable and the young master of his family, when had he ever been insulted like this?

He immediately stood up, his eyes coldly fixed on the Big Yellow Dog, and said sinisterly, "Do you know who I am?"

"No, are all people like you so self-confident?"

"You think you can cause trouble everywhere just because you have some background. The east wind is powerless, and the hundred flowers wither. You're probably brain-damaged!"

The Big Yellow Dog was very curious about this situation and asked.

For a moment, the frivolous young man was stunned, then became furious.

After a long while, he roared, "You dog, what does this have to do with you? Just surrender and wait for death!"

With that, he lightly clapped his hands, and a Half-Step Venerable appeared, standing respectfully beside him.

"Go, bring that dog back to me, alive!"

He commanded with a cold, arrogant tone.

"Yes!"

The Half-Step Venerable looked directly at the Big Yellow Dog, stepping through the void one step at a time.

Seeing this, the Big Yellow Dog was about to slap the opponent to death to vent his hatred.

But the fatty quickly stepped forward to stop him, volunteering, "Dog Master, a mere Half-Step Venerable doesn't require your personal attention. Let us two brothers handle it!"

After speaking, he glanced at the skinny man, signaling for them to attack together.

Both nodded simultaneously and took the initiative to attack, pouncing towards the opponent's Half-Step Venerable.

"Meat Bomb Impact!"

The fatty was extremely fast, transforming into an afterimage, crashing into the opponent like an iron ball.

The Half-Step Venerable's gaze narrowed, and he blocked with his hands in front of him, only to feel a pain in both arms as he was sent flying.

The skinny man had already appeared behind him in a tacit understanding, and his long, thin arms directly embraced him.

If the atmosphere in the arena hadn't been so murderous, unaware people might have thought the two had some special relationship.

"Embrace and Kill!"

The skinny man's arms tightly locked the opponent's arms, preventing him from moving.

The Half-Step Venerable's expression changed drastically. Before he could think further, his peripheral vision caught sight of the malicious fatty not far away.

He saw the fatty grin slyly, quickly approaching, and unleash a rain of fist prints with both hands, landing on his chest and abdomen.

"Ah!"

Immediately, the Half-Step Venerable screamed in agony, attempting to resist, but it was futile.

He felt his entire body was tightly locked, and a hint of despair arose in his heart.

The process lasted for a full stick of incense, and his screams finally weakened, his eyes filled with pleading.

The tacit cooperation of the fat and thin duo had already ended the battle from the beginning; this process was merely to torment the opponent's Dao Heart.

The frivolous young man's face was extremely grim. He currently only had one Half-Step Venerable protecting him, but he hadn't expected him to be so vulnerable.

The fatty kicked the opponent away, who then shakily stood up, his heart full of fear, and returned to the young man's side.

"Young Master, this humble one is incompetent!"

His lips trembled as he spoke, fearing that the young man's displeasure would be directed at him.

"Useless, what good are you? Retreat!"

The frivolous young man scolded, and the latter quickly and cautiously retreated to the side.

"I didn't expect you to have some skill, but that's all there is to it!"

The arrogant expression on his face did not diminish because of this; instead, it grew even more intense.

As he spoke, he was still not appeased, and he fiercely whipped the nine flood dragons pulling the carriage, immediately eliciting earth-shattering roars mixed with pain.

A hint of killing intent flashed in the eyes of the Red Dragon below. Although flood dragons were not true dragons, they were at least related.

Such blatant humiliation made him very unhappy.

If not for the presence of Lin Yan and the Big Yellow Dog, he would have already sent the opponent on his way.

The Big Yellow Dog seemed to sense the change in the Red Dragon below, his eyes rolled, and he said playfully:

"Idiot, aren't you proud of your deep background? Do you believe that with just one word from me, someone will kill you for me?"

The young man was stunned, then burst into laughter: "You're clearly a dog, why are you pretending to be a big-tailed wolf?"

"Go ahead and call, I want to see who would be willing to offend me to help you!"

"Oh?"

"Really that impressive?"

"Then I'll begin."

The Big Yellow Dog cleared his throat theatrically, building up, then roared, "Red Dragon, appear!"

The sound vibrated in all directions, echoing continuously.

The Red Dragon below trembled, understanding the Big Yellow Dog's meaning, and cooperated by soaring into the sky from the lake.

His hundreds of feet long body coiled in the air, his entire body crimson, scales shimmering.

He roared to the sky, letting out a high-pitched dragon's roar, his two fiery red whiskers flowing freely, adding to his domineering aura.

His huge head, with his gaping maw, and a pair of crimson pupils, stared fixedly at the frivolous young man.

He exuded an extremely terrifying pressure, transcending the ordinary and entering the sacred, causing the latter's face to gradually turn to horror.

This aura did not completely engulf the opponent; otherwise, with his half-baked cultivation, he would have long been crushed into a meat paste.

The young man trembled all over, an uncontrollable despair rising within him. From the Red Dragon, he felt an aura that even his father had never possessed.

His father was a Dragon-Slaying Celestial Venerable expert, who had a child late in life and cherished him greatly, which led to his arrogant and overbearing personality.

But the aura emanating from this Red Dragon at this moment was several times more terrifying than his father's even at his peak.

He hadn't eaten pork, but he had seen pigs run; the opponent was probably a Half-Saint Realm expert.

That was an existence that even his father would respectfully bow to.

Yet, at this moment, he was summoned by that unremarkable common dog, completely subverting his imagination.

Seeing the opponent's reaction, the Big Yellow Dog was very satisfied and provoked, "How about it? Keep barking, quickly bring out your arrogant background?"

His tone was aggressive, but the opponent's state was one of being distraught, which was somewhat disappointing.

Although the frivolous young man was arrogant and unruly, he was not a fool. Facing an existence that could bring disaster to his entire clan, how could he dare to shout anymore?

"Junior, didn't you hear what the senior said? Speak, who is behind you?"

"If there's an opportunity, I'd like to exchange pointers as well!"

The Red Dragon opened his mouth and let out a low voice.

The beautiful women on the immortal carriage had long since collapsed to the ground, staring blankly at the scene.

The frivolous young man, on the other hand, had a look of despair. At this moment, he didn't know whether to speak or not.

If he spoke, he feared his father would be implicated; if he didn't, he would probably die today.

But the will to survive ultimately took over, and he still stammered, raising his head, and cautiously said, "My father is the Dragon-Slaying Celestial Venerable!"

"I hope senior will spare me this once, for my father's sake!"

The frivolous young man changed his previous attitude, begging in a low voice.

After speaking, he even looked up at the Red Dragon's expression, as his father's title might be somewhat inappropriate to mention at this time!