97: Chapter 97 Stealing Monsters and Elixirs, the Provocation of Lieyang Peak

Passing through a dense thorn forest, a huge sunken valley appeared ahead.

In the center of the valley, sand and stones flew, and flames soared into the sky.

Overhead, a huge lizard, about two stories tall and covered in fiery red scales, was frantically whipping its thick, thorn-covered tail.

Every time the tail smashed into the ground, it could smash hard rocks into pieces, gouging out trenches several meters deep on the ground.

"Second-tier Peak, Scarlet-scaled Fire Lizard."

Zhao Ruoan squatted behind a protruding giant rock, sticking his head out halfway to watch the battlefield below.

Around the Scarlet-scaled Fire Lizard, eight youths wearing bright red brocade robes were surrounding and attacking it.

The one leading them was none other than the arrogant chief Disciple of Lieyang Peak from the square this morning, Zhang Kuang.

At this moment, Zhang Kuang completely lost his free and easy look from the morning.

The brocade robe on his upper body was torn with several slits, revealing the bronze muscles underneath, and his face was covered with soot and sweat blackened by smoke.

The heavy ghost-head saber in his hand burned with raging crimson flames, and he was desperately hacking at the fire lizard's neck.

"Brothers, set up the Blazing Fire Chain Formation! This beast is almost done for, don't let it burrow into the ground and run away!"

Roaring, Zhang Kuang leaped into the air, holding the saber with both hands, and brought down a huge fiery saber radiance more than ten meters long, fiercely chopping onto the fire lizard's back.

"Boom!"

Sparks splashed everywhere, a large area of scales on the Scarlet-scaled Fire Lizard's back was shattered, and fresh blood gushed out like a fountain.

Feeling the pain, the fire lizard let out an extremely shrill scream, its huge body suddenly rolled on the ground, and its long tail whipped out, directly striking two Lieyang Peak Disciples who were standing too close, causing them to spit blood and fly backwards for dozens of meters, unable to get up for a long time.

However, this fire lizard was indeed at the end of its rope.

Its abdomen had long been slashed with a huge wound nearly two meters long, its intestines were almost spilling out, and the flames on its body began to flicker dim and bright, obviously suffering extremely severe spiritual power consumption.

"Young Lord, shall we go up now?"

Qiuyin squatted beside Zhao Ruoan, her small hand gripping a dagger, her little face flushed red with excitement.

"Don't rush, let the bullets fly for a while longer."

Zhao Ruoan reached out to press the girl's shoulder and said with a grin, "Look at that guy called Zhang Kuang, he's high-strung right now. When they grind away the last bit of strength from this big lizard and are too exhausted to catch their breath, we'll go out and close the net. This is called the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind—learn from it."

The slaughter in the valley below became increasingly tragic.

Zhang Kuang led the remaining five Disciples to rush up again, unleashing a flurry of flashing blades and swords.

Finally, at the cost of losing three more Disciples, Zhang Kuang seized a flaw when the Scarlet-scaled Fire Lizard's turning became slow.

He slid over from the side, the ghost-head saber carrying the fully erupted spiritual power of the Pulse Condensation Realm Late Stage, fiercely stabbing straight into the wound on the fire lizard's abdomen, and then forcefully churned upwards!

"Aowu—"

The Scarlet-scaled Fire Lizard let out a final despairing wail, its huge body collapsing to the ground with a bang, splashing dust all over the sky.

Its four stout legs twitched a few times on the ground, completely losing breath.

Propping himself up with the ghost-head saber, Zhang Kuang knelt on one knee on the ground, panting heavily, his chest rising and falling violently.

Almost all the spiritual power in his body had been emptied in that knife strike just now, and it took quite a bit of effort just to stand up.

The remaining Lieyang Peak Disciples who could still move all collapsed on the ground, shoving Medicinal Pills into their mouths, looking more disheveled than one another.

"Hahahaha! Second-tier Peak Yao Beast... after all, it still died under my Zhang Kuang's blade!"

Zhang Kuang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at the faint red light glowing in the fire lizard's big head, and laughed aloud, "Go, dig out the Yao Beast core for me! With this top-grade Yao Beast core worth five hundred points, the top three of this grand competition are securely mine!"

A Disciple with a little bit of strength supported himself on a large saber and stood up swayingly, just about to walk toward the fire lizard's head.

At this moment, a cyan figure, like a leaf blown down by a fierce wind, slid down without warning from behind the giant rock above, landing right on the fire lizard's huge head.

Holding the broken iron sword he had just snatched, Zhao Ruoan looked at the huge lizard head beneath his feet and chuckled, "Senior Brother Zhang, thank you so much for your generous gift. I will unceremoniously accept this Yao Beast core."

Finished speaking, he didn't give the people below any time to react at all; the broken iron sword in his hand pierced fiercely into the weakest spot of the fire lizard's eye socket like stabbing tofu, and he flicked it outwards.

A crystal-clear Yao Beast core, the size of a fist, entirely fiery red, and exuding an extremely rich fiery spiritual power, was directly flicked out from the lizard's head by him, landing steadily in his palm.

Stuffing the warm Yao Beast core into his bosom, Zhao Ruoan then raised his head and waved at Zhang Kuang and the others below who were completely dumbfounded, "You guys have worked hard, rest up first, I have things to do, I'll take my leave first!"

The entire valley was dead silent.

The wild laughter on Zhang Kuang's face froze, his mouth wide enough to stuff a fist.

He watched helplessly as the Second-tier Peak Yao Beast that he had led seven brothers to hack to death by risking half their lives, before even warming up the spoils of war, was snatched away by a rookie in burlap clothes who dropped from the sky!

"I... fuck your grandpa!!"

A few seconds later, Zhang Kuang let out an extremely grief-stricken and indignant roar.

His eyes instantly bloodshot, his lungs almost exploding with anger, all the tiny bit of strength he had just recovered erupted completely, and he suddenly bounced five feet high from the ground.

"Little bastard! How dare you rob things from my Lieyang Peak? Tired of living, aren't you! Put down the Yao Beast core for me!!"

Zhang Kuang grabbed the ghost-head saber on the ground, using even his milk-drinking strength, and carrying a full-body Killing Intent, he frantically pounced toward Zhao Ruoan standing on the lizard's head.

The surrounding collapsed Lieyang Peak Disciples were also all infuriated, struggling to get up and picking up blades and swords to surround him from all directions.

In the Qingxuan Sect, it had always been their Lieyang Peak running amok and robbing others; when was it ever someone's turn, a punk wearing outer sect burlap clothes, to rob them?

Especially when they had just finished a hard battle and were at their weakest!

"Aigoo, Senior Brother Zhang, don't be so hot-tempered. Excessive anger harms the body and is bad for the liver."

Looking at Zhang Kuang pouncing over, Zhao Ruoan didn't even budge.

Until the opponent's hundred-jin ghost-head saber, carrying fierce wind, had chopped to less than two feet above his head, he then unhurriedly raised the broken fine iron long sword in his hand and parried upwards.