250: Transformation into a Dragon (Part 3)

(250 is truly a lucky number.)

"You can even kill the cousin who raised you..." Hei Jing's voice trembled.

His fingernails were nearly digging into the crevices of the gravel, and the back of his hand turned a pale bluish-white from excessive force.

"Are the clan rules so worthless in your eyes?"

"Worthless?"

Jiao Pengze tilted his head and laughed crazily, the Gu patterns at the corners of his eyes twisting with his smile like living creatures squirming on his skin.

"On the day Fourth Uncle transforms into a dragon, the entire Yin Jiao Clan will become stepping stones for the God Sequence—including myself."

His fingertips lightly brushed over the star patterns Jiao Si had carved onto the spear shaft, his gaze so gentle it was hair-raising.

"But my cousin's spear is indeed easy to use, much more practical than his skull."

"Enough, you idiot. Stop wasting words with them; no one who comes out of the Underworld is a pushover."

Jiao Rong gnashed his teeth and glared angrily at Hei Jing and Bai Xuan. "They're clearly stalling for time!"

"Didn't you see? Even after you said the Ghost Messengers were dealt with, these two don't even have a hint of actual anger on their faces."

"Fourth Uncle, what do you mean by that?" Jiao Pengze was a bit dazed, his grip on the spear tightening slightly.

"What do I mean? How could the soul fires of Ghost Messengers fail to feed the Gu insects?" Jiao Rong laughed from sheer anger.

"Those Ghost Messengers were fakes; they used an illusion. I have planned for a thousand years, only to be hindered by two incompetent fools at the very end!!!"

The more he thought, the more frustrated he became, his eyes staring gloomily at Bai Xuan.

The Sacrifice Array had already been activated; Jiao Rong had only one chance to "transform into a dragon."

Fortunately, Black and White Impermanence themselves were strong enough. Using them as sacrifices to replace those small-fry Ghost Messengers would still be in time.

Bai Xuan expressionlessly stabbed the Evil-Suppressing Blade into the ground, his hand quickly drawing a High-level Positioning Talisman.

"If you're allowed to use Substitute Puppets, why can't the Underworld have the Blood Substitution Technique?"

Hei Jing's face showed mockery, and he suddenly burst into laughter.

"Kid, don't you know that after a Ghost Messenger dies, they turn into a ball of Yin energy and automatically return to the Underworld?"

Jiao Pengze's expression changed, and he hurriedly bit his finger to tap his forehead.

He saw that the place where the Ghost Messengers' corpses had been piled up had turned into 1:1 realistic Silicone Dolls.

They lay scattered on the ground, their faces bearing dull expressions (those who know, know).

[This is terrible. I'm suffering for my lack of experience in killing Ghost Messengers.]

Jiao Pengze's pupils constricted violently, and for the first time, the hand holding the silver spear trembled.

He turned his head and looked at Jiao Rong expectantly. "Fourth Uncle, give me another chance. Pengze is still useful!"

"Useless thing." Jiao Rong ignored Jiao Pengze's pleas for mercy.

Then, he swung his sleeve in a rage, using a move called "Divine Dragon Swings Its Tail" to send Jiao Pengze flying thirty feet away.

"You can't even tell truth from falsehood; what use do I have for you?"

*Boom—*

The Soul-Sacrificing Gu in Jiao Rong's abdomen exploded collectively, and thousands of larvae turned into blood mist, condensing into chains that pierced straight through the youth's chest.

Black blood welled up from Jiao Pengze's mouth, and the madness in his eyes receded.

Only child-like terror remained: "F-Fourth Uncle... I'm Pengze..."

"Noisy."

The "Roaming Divine Dragon" crushed the youth's skull with its claws, and a deep blue Demon Core floated up from the blood mist.

Jiao Rong sucked the Demon Core into his palm and squeezed hard—the core shattered into powder, and the demonic energy around him suddenly surged.

Amidst his cackling, Jiao Rong looked up and said, "Lord Marshals, I believe I win this round."

*Rumble—*

The dragon claws smashed down with the momentum of thunder.

Hei Jing barely managed to dodge, but his shoulder blade was grazed by a dragon scale, causing the flesh to split open instantly and reveal the white bone beneath.

Bai Xuan swung his blade to block the sweeping dragon tail, but "Evil-Suppressing" was actually shattered into two pieces by the force.

The webbing of his thumb split open, and blood dripped onto the gravel, blooming into eerie blood flowers.

The two rolled miserably to the edge of the altar, gazing at the massive roaming dragon body before them.

They wondered if they could survive long enough to wait for the rescue of Ox-Head and Horse-Face.

"Is this all an Underworld Marshal is capable of?" Jiao Rong mocked.

The dragon's body spiraled upward and then dove down again.

"Obediently become my sacrifices!"

Hei Jing gritted his teeth and used a stone pillar to stand up. The sharp pain from his wound made a black mist appear before his eyes, and his knees buckled, nearly causing him to fall.

Bai Xuan quickly grabbed his waist. When his palm touched the sticky blood, his heart tightened involuntarily.

The two stood back-to-back against the cracked stone wall of the altar, watching Jiao Rong's dragon body expand to a hundred zhang.

And the altar floor continued to crack under the dragon's might.

Hei Jing felt that his ghost life was a bit difficult.

He reached for the Communication Talisman in his robes, only to find it had long since shattered.

Bitterness filled his heart—was he really going to perish here?

A loud boom echoed in the sky as Sister Meng made her grand entrance.

A large hole was smashed into the barrier by something.

Immediately after, Niu Mengmeng charged in holding a Steel Fork, followed by Ma Sanqiang wielding a serpent spear.

Behind them followed over ten thousand Rank 3 Underworld Soldiers, holding all sorts of Dharma Treasures as if they had opened a weapons wholesale department.

"Damn! Sister Niu is finally here!" Hei Jing's eyes welled up with emotion.

His expression was like that of a long-lost child who had finally found his family after enduring countless hardships.

Niu Mengmeng split the incoming Gu mist with her Steel Fork. "Little Bai! Little Hei! Big sis brought ten thousand Underworld Soldier brothers to back you up!"

Ma Sanqiang rolled his eyes, silently swallowing the words: "The teleportation array was opened long ago, but Mengmeng insisted on bringing enough people to make an entrance."

Fortunately, they arrived just in time. Ten seconds later, and Jiao Rong's dragon claws would likely have smashed the two into meat paste.

Niu Mengmeng commanded the Underworld Soldiers, skillfully swinging chains to directly ensnare Jiao Rong's dragon tail.

As she commanded, she didn't keep her mouth idle: "Yo, isn't this an old Yin Flood Dragon? How did you end up looking like a maggot?"

She glanced at the squirming Gu insects in Jiao Rong's abdomen. "Tsk tsk, playing with Gu until you've infected yourself. How disgusting."

Jiao Rong swung his tail as he was constricted by the Soul-Suppressing Chains.

A dragon claw attack swung out, sweeping away hundreds of Underworld Soldiers on the side.

Niu Mengmeng took the opportunity to stuff several stacks of talismans into Bai Xuan's hand. "Little Bai, use the old trick."

"Okay!"

Bai Xuan's fingertips brushed over the talismans, and a hundred Golden Armor Talismans instantly covered the broken blade.

"Hah—"

The blade suddenly erupted with intense light, striking the dragon scales and sending sparks flying everywhere.

Ma Sanqiang raised his serpent spear and thrust it fiercely into Jiao Rong's abdomen, but with a clang, the serpent spear was deflected and sent flying back.

He rubbed his lower back and stood up, using the opportunity to wrap chains around the Soul-Sacrificing Gu Array. "Brothers! Aim for the bugs on his belly!"

"Yes, Marshal Ma."

Ten thousand rays of light from Dharma Treasures converged into the suppressing chains, smashing ruthlessly into the Gu insect swarm as the blood mist and the screeches of insects made the altar hum and vibrate.

"Damn, this old thing's defense is maxed out."

Ma Sanqiang cursed under his breath.

"Fortunately, his attack power is like a tickle, otherwise Little Bai and Little Hei would have long since entered the Underworld's Incense Offering Pool."

Hei Jing looked at the black blood seeping from beneath Jiao Rong's scales.

He suddenly felt that the cold sweat on his palms was clearer than the pain from his wounds.

Fortunately, Sister Niu's Steel Fork was still one step faster than the dragon claws.

[Wuwu X﹏X, Sister Niu, you are my idol.]

[king kong barbie is the GOAT.]