He Yuzhu returns in Siheyuan

Chapter 885 Zhang Lei is kicked out

At this moment, her injuries were severe; it felt as if two of her ribs were broken, and every movement was excruciatingly painful. Her spiritual energy was already nearly depleted, and she was indeed powerless to contend with Zhang Lei. Long Jiao gritted her teeth, her golden scales slightly raised from the exertion, and ultimately chose to retreat to the side, relying on the clouds behind her to suppress her aura and close her eyes to regulate her breathing—her immediate priority was to heal her injuries and protect the last bit of spiritual energy. As for Long Shishen's purpose, whether he was friend or foe, she could only wait until he resolved the current crisis.

Seeing that she tactfully stepped aside, Long Shishen said no more. He slowly raised his hand, and a golden halo gradually condensed in his palm. The halo was initially only the size of a fist, but in the blink of an eye, it expanded to more than ten feet in size. The dragon power contained within it surged and raged like a volcano about to erupt, and even the surrounding clouds were shaken and churned, emitting muffled thunder.

Zhang Lei finally noticed the disturbance behind him. The earth-shattering aura sent chills down his spine. Just as he was about to turn around, a golden light shot towards him like a meteor, its speed so fast it tore through space, leaving him no time to react. He only had time to hold his longsword horizontally in front of his chest before being struck hard by the golden light. With a "thud," he was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, his longsword shattering into pieces, and the blood he spat out staining half of the clouds red.

Zhang Lei gripped the long sword at his waist tightly, the patterns on the hilt damp with the sweat of his palms, his knuckles white from the excessive force, revealing bluish-purple veins. But his eyes couldn't hide his barely suppressed excitement—he never expected that this trip to the Dragon Clan's secret realm would yield such astonishing results. Besides the two ancient dragons he had previously discovered residing there, there was a third dragon's aura surging in the shadows deep within the secret realm. That aura was as deep and unfathomable as an abyss, even more domineering than the previous two.

He abruptly turned to look at the twenty-odd young men he had brought with him. Each was clad in black iron armor, the plates gleaming coldly in the dim light. They carried powerful bows and crossbows on their backs, and their swords gleamed sharply at their waists. They were all elite fighters handpicked by their sects, and in terms of skill, they were among the best of their generation. But at this moment, Zhang Lei felt a heavy weight on his heart, knowing very well—he probably wouldn't be able to bring back many men on this trip.

But when he thought of the immense demonic power contained within the dragon demon's inner core, enough to shatter the sect's cultivation bottleneck inch by inch, greatly increasing its strength and even surpassing its rival sect, he gritted his teeth, suppressed his hesitation, and shouted in a deep voice: "Set up the great formation!"

Upon hearing this, the young people moved swiftly, forming a battle formation. They had already memorized the location map and activation incantation of the "Demon-Locking Formation" before arriving, and their movements were fluid and precise, showing no sign of panic. Unlike the previous two teams, who were impetuous, reckless, and disorganized, these were elites who had undergone three years of rigorous training. Their steps were rhythmic and synchronized, and the speed and force of their finger movements were flawless, clearly the result of countless rehearsals; even their breathing seemed to be in sync.

The Dragon Godslayer stood silently outside the formation, his towering body covered in dark golden scales, each scale resembling a meticulously forged shield, gleaming with a cold metallic luster in the dim light. His golden, vertical pupils were half-closed, his long dragon whiskers cascading down his chest, as if watching a trivial spectacle. He showed no intention of attacking, simply allowing the humans to arrange their formations before him, wanting to see just how strong they truly were, daring to intrude upon his territory and cause trouble.

Once the formation was complete, pale golden light patterns gushed out from beneath the ground, like living snakes, rapidly spreading out and intertwining to form a huge six-pointed star. The spiritual energy fluctuations spread out layer by layer like a tide, causing the surrounding air to tremble slightly.

"Release!" Zhang Lei commanded, and more than twenty attacks simultaneously assaulted Long Shishen—arrows, accompanied by sharp whistling sounds, rained down on the dragon's head like a dense storm; talismans, engulfed in raging flames, slammed into the dragon's body with long fiery tails; swords, wreathed in sharp sword energy, tore through the air, forming streaks of cold light visible to the naked eye. The dense barrage of attacks almost completely filled the space around Long Shishen, leaving not a single gap.

However, Dragon Godslayer merely raised its right claw slightly, the movement as light as brushing away a speck of dust.

He didn't even move an inch; a faint blue halo enveloped his body. The halo appeared thin, yet it was indestructible. The seemingly powerful attacks struck the halo and vanished silently, like trickles of water flowing into the ocean, without even a ripple, leaving not a spark behind.

"Is that all you've got?" Long Shishen's voice was deep and thunderous, echoing in the secret realm, carrying undisguised sarcasm, with a hint of impatience at the end.

Before he finished speaking, his figure blurred, leaving only a faint afterimage in his wake, so fast that it was impossible to see his movements. The next second, a series of shrill screams rang out—the black armor was easily torn apart, making a "crack" sound; the crisp sound of breaking bones mixed with the dull thud of weapons hitting the ground, extremely jarring. In just a few breaths, the young man who had been so ready just moments before had fallen to the ground, blood flowing from the gaps in his scales, staining the ground beneath his feet red.

The remaining few were terrified and dared not fight any longer. They screamed and turned to run away, but were easily whipped into blood mist by the Dragon God-Slayer's steel-whip-like tail, without even a groan.

Zhang Lei stood frozen in place, staring at the corpses and the trail of blood. His throat felt like it was blocked, and he couldn't utter a word. His elite troops had been wiped out in the blink of an eye, without even giving him time to react.

He abruptly looked up at the dragon-shaped figure that stood like a mountain, his eyes filled with a deep-seated fear, resentment, and a hint of hysterical rage. His voice trembled as he shouted, "What right do you have to attack! You should know that demons of your level are required by the alliance between our two races to conceal their whereabouts and are not allowed to harm others at will! You are breaking the rules! You are provoking a war between our two races!"

Dragon God of Slaughter slowly lowered his head, his massive head almost touching the ground. Zhang Lei's tiny figure was clearly reflected in his golden pupils, as if he were looking at a noisy ant. A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips, his scales rubbing together with a soft rustling sound: "Rules?" He scoffed, his voice almost shaking the rock face. "Before me, there are no rules."

Zhang Lei's words were barely out of his mouth, before he could utter a single syllable, when Long Shishen's hand, covered in dark golden scales, struck out like a thunderbolt. The palm wind, carrying a chilling dragon's might, was like a mountain suddenly collapsing, crushing Zhang Lei's chest with an irresistible force.

"puff--"