CH 57.2

The Dragon is Here (2)

The tip of Mu Heng’s sword had already sunk deep into Chen Yankang’s backside, but no blood seeped out of the opponent’s clothes.

Chen Yankang twisted his head and the corners of his mouth pulled up to reveal a hideous smile.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a palm-sized sapphire staff. The gem already cracked with a deep crack and shattered to the ground with a clatter.

“This thing seemed to have received some blessings and could return the fatal wound received by its master. I have to say, that dragon has a lot of good things…”

Scarlet blood blotted across the silver-haired man’s chest.

Mu Heng’s expression did not change, but on the contrary, he smiled gently.

The sharp silver-white blade swept by with a sharp sound that broke the air as if it was a silent rustling breeze and as if it was a lightning bolt that swiftly swept through the night.

Chen Yankang’s hideous expression was frozen on his face.

A thin trail of blood slowly appeared on his neck.

The next second–

“Plop.”

A heavy head rolled to the ground and the body that had lost its head convulsed and plunged to the ground. A stream of hot blood splattered out from the flattened and broken wound, staining the entire ground into a scarlet and messy curtain.

The other men were stunned, their hands trembling with weapons but not daring to launch any attack, even though the man before them was already wounded. They could only watch as he came forward and bent down to retrieve the communicator from the corpse that had lost its head.

“The canyon.”

Looking at the location displayed on it, Mu Heng narrowed his eyes.

Carrying his bloodstained longsword, he stepped smoothly outward.

As the space shrank beneath his feet, his figure disappeared instantly in front of the

dumbfounded crowd who had lost their fighting will.

***

Inside the cave.

Fiery dragon flames burned everywhere, the temperature had risen to a terrifying level, the ice and snow around them all melted, and black muddy water mixed with blood flowed freely across the ground.

Scorched bodies lay all over the ground.

Their faces had long been burnt beyond recognition, their expressions hideous and horrific, as if they were letting out a silent scream, frozen in a moment of utmost terror and pain by death.

Chen Yanming’s body fell to the ground, dragging his limp body backward in horror.

It was as if the hellish sight of what had just happened still lingered in the bottom of his eyes.

That… overwhelming might was almost beyond the realm of human imagination, not a battle, not a duel, but a one-sided massacre.

Terrifying…

So terrifying.

W-Was this the strength of the fantasy species?

Was this the giant dragon?

Chen Yanming shivered, cold sweat soaked through his lapel, and his brain was blank. He felt that he had never regretted so much–if time could be turned back, he would instead not have gotten his hands on that enormous amount of treasure and would not be driven by greed to want both the dragon and the money.

But now… it was too late. Everything was too late.

The young man stood quietly in the blazing fire not far away, looking calm and seemingly used to the scene in front of him long ago.

The silvery white texture of dragon scales faintly emerged from his cheekbones and his fair face was covered with a layer of pink glimmer. His pair of golden-red vertical pupils drooped, locked mercilessly on the only living person in the cave.

Shi An turned around and walked in Chen Yanming’s direction with steady steps.

He had a kind and gentle smile on his face. “Hi!”

Chen Yanming did not reply.

He shivered and shook all over, and a fishy smell filled the air as a patch of his crotch slowly got wet.

“…”

Shi An frowned and took a step back with some disgust.

“Ah! So dirty!”

He blinked, a childish puzzlement appearing on his face. “Didn’t you want to see me? Why did you not seem too happy after seeing me?”

Only then did Chen Yanming wake up from his dream this time.

With a thud, he fell to his knees in his excrement and his face was filled with tears. “I’m begging you. I’m begging you, please, please let me go–”

To Chen Yanming’s surprise, the young man before him thought for a moment and said without hesitation, “That’s possible.”

Chen Yanming froze and looked at the other party incredulously, letting out a monotone sound in disbelief. “… Eh?”

Shi An lowered his eyes, with a dark look within the fiery pupils of his eyes.

“As long as you tell me where you guys hid my things, I will agree to it,” he said in a soft, chit-chatting tone.

Chen Yanming was overjoyed at the good news.

With barely the slightest hesitation, he immediately revealed all his plans–from the location of the treasure, who was involved in the division of this treasure, to the Bureau’s plans and the set up in the auction house, without hiding anything at all from Shi An.

Shi An said, “So, my things are inside the warehouse of the auction house?”

“Yes! Yes!” Chen Yanming repeatedly nodded as if he feared the other party would think he was lying. “You have to believe me. I didn’t hide anything!”

Shi An looked at him with a thoughtful expression. “Oh, indeed, you didn’t look like you were lying to me…”

“Of-Of course! I also don’t dare to lie to you–”

Chen Yanming’s face showed a delighted expression.

However, he saw only a cluster of bright red flames leap from the other party’s palm before he could finish.

“Thank you.” The young man coyly pursed his lips and smiled.

“Bye-bye.”

Chen Yanming’s eyes were wide open, his expression ashen and frantic as he shook his head violently. “D-D-Don’t. Y-You said…”

A fiery flame that seemed to be able to set the air on fire rose, the horrendous heat almost capable of melting rock. Almost instantly, the skin and bones of the human in front of him separated and he barely had time to let out a scream before he was already turned into pitch-black charcoal.

“I’m a dragon. My words can’t be taken seriously,” Shi An said in a gentle tone as he lowered his eyes and gazed at the corpse in front of him.