He Yuzhu returns in Siheyuan

Chapter 858 The two sides begin to fight.

"Gone." Long Shishen chuckled, his figure suddenly becoming blurry, like a drop of ink merging into clear water. The dark golden dragon aura around him also dissipated instantly, disappearing from the spot without leaving a trace of dragon aura, as if he had never existed.

The human cultivators below were dumbfounded. They released their divine senses to search around, their spiritual senses spreading out like a spider web, sweeping across mountains, valleys, and deep clouds, but they couldn't find even the slightest trace. It was as if the imposing dragon traitor from before was just their illusion.

Meanwhile, Long Shishen had silently circled around to within a hundred feet of the human cultivator. He made a transformation gesture, instantly dispelling the dragon aura around him, and his figure twisted and changed—in the blink of an eye, he transformed into a middle-aged man wearing a coarse cloth jacket and a gray apron around his waist, with honest-looking features and oil stains on his hands. He was none other than He Yuzhu, the cook at the tavern in the nearby town. He concealed all his magical power, even his breathing became normal, blending into the crowd of onlookers, his head bowed as he straightened the non-existent wrinkles of his apron, and no one could detect anything amiss.

Just then, someone in the crowd shouted in a low voice, barely suppressed with excitement: "Great! Both of these dragons are injured and their auras are disordered. This is our chance! Take them down, and the dragons' inner cores and scales are incredibly nourishing!"

Following the sound, everyone looked and saw Long Tian and Long Jiao supporting each other, their bodies swaying precariously, clearly at their last gasp. They had assumed Long Shishen's sudden disappearance was a retreat after mutual destruction, that these two young dragons had fought with all their might to repel a powerful enemy, leaving them exhausted. In an instant, everyone's gaze turned fervent, their grip on their magical artifacts tightened, greed and killing intent filled the air, and even their breathing became heavy.

Long Shishen mingled in the crowd, his head bowed as he wiped away non-existent grease with his fingernail. A cold smile played on his lips, but his eyes held no warmth. He glanced at the restless human cultivators, then at the Long Tian siblings in the distance, who were barely maintaining their guard. He thought to himself: Don't be hasty, the show has only just begun.

Long Jiao and Long Tian exchanged a glance. Without a word, a resolute fire ignited in each other's eyes. She gripped the dragon-patterned dagger at her waist, the icy touch spreading from her fingertips. Her voice carried a desperate, do-or-die intensity: "Brother, it seems there's no escaping this time. We have no choice but to fight to the death."

Long Tian raised his hand and pressed it against his sister's slightly trembling shoulder. The warmth from his palm carried a calming power. He grinned, revealing a hint of the arrogance unique to dragons, his fangs barely visible between his lips: "It's alright, with your brother here, I'll hold up the sky for you even if it falls down, and I'll protect you."

Before the words were even finished, the human army opposite them surged forward like a rising tide. The clanging of swords and the angry shouts shook the surrounding rocks, and even the air seemed to be heated by this fierce aura. Long Tian and Long Jiao exchanged a glance, took a deep breath, and activated their still-recovering dragon power—although it had only recovered to 50%, if they unleashed it at full power without reservation, it would be enough to create a monstrous wave.

"Roar—" Long Tian leaped into the air first, his body suddenly expanding in mid-air. Azure-gold dragon scales instantly covered his entire body like a tidal wave, each scale gleaming with a cold, metallic light. His arms transformed into powerful dragon claws, their fingertips sharp as knives. A tail over ten feet long lashed out from his tailbone, its scales layered upon each other, gleaming coldly in the sunlight. He swooped down like a streak of azure lightning, his dragon claws slicing through the air with a sharp whistling sound, striking directly at the front-line human warrior. The warrior reacted quickly, raising his shield to block, but a crisp "crack" rang out as the iron shield shattered into pieces by the dragon claw. The residual force sent him spitting blood, flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily against the rock wall, and falling to the ground lifeless.

Long Jiao followed closely behind, her figure flashing through the forest like lightning. Her dagger traced gleaming arcs of silver light, like fireflies in the moonlight. Unlike her brother, she didn't engage in direct confrontation; instead, she used the trees as cover to ambush and strike. Seizing the moment a human archer nocked and drew his bow, she lightly touched a tree trunk with her toes for leverage, her body flying out like a willow catkin. Her dagger precisely severed the archer's bowstring, and simultaneously kicked him in the chest, sending him screaming into his companions and disrupting their formation. Taking advantage of this opening, her wrist twisted like a serpent, a flash of cold light from her dagger, slicing through another warrior's throat. Blood gushed forth, the movement swift and decisive. Her dragon tail occasionally swept across, forcing enemies attempting to surround her back several steps, giving her a chance to catch her breath.

Seeing the two reveal their true forms, the human forces not only did not retreat, but were instead enraged and became even more frenzied. Some people conjured yellow paper talismans, chanting incantations, and the talismans exploded in the air, transforming into several burning fire arrows that shot towards Long Tian with a whistling sound; others brandished longswords engraved with runes, the blade's light slashing towards Long Jiao's waist like a bolt of lightning, the wind from the blade so fierce that it could cut through the nearby bushes.

With a furious roar, Long Tian's dragon tail swept across like a steel whip, scattering all the fire arrows. Sparks landed on his azure-gold scales, leaving only wisps of smoke and not even a scorch mark. He targeted the talisman master hiding in the back row, his dragon claws slamming into the hard ground, forcefully lifting several millstone-sized boulders. The boulders crashed down on the master with a whooshing sound, forcing him to retreat frantically, frantically casting defensive talismans. A burst of yellow light barely managed to block the boulders, but the shockwave still caused his blood to surge. In that instant, Long Tian pounced like a ghost, his dragon claws gripping the master's wrist holding the talisman. With a slight exertion, a dull cracking sound of bones breaking was heard, and the talisman master collapsed to the ground with a cry of pain, powerless to resist.

Meanwhile, Long Jiao encountered danger—three experienced warriors surrounded her in a triangular formation, their longswords moving in perfect unison, the wind from their blades weaving into a net that blocked all her escape routes. She tried to sweep away the enemy on her left with her dragon tail, but the blade on her right was already gleaming coldly and slashing towards her, leaving her no way to dodge. In the nick of time, Long Tian suddenly lashed out with his dragon tail, whipping the warrior across the back like a long whip, sending him and his sword flying, crashing into a tree trunk in the distance and knocking him unconscious. At the same time, he roared and charged at the other two, his dragon claws striking left and right, one shattering a man's shoulder bone and the other piercing the chest of another, instantly tearing open the encirclement.

"Watch out behind you!" Long Jiao suddenly shouted a warning, her voice filled with terror. Long Tian turned around sharply and saw a masked warrior holding a poisoned dagger, stabbing at him through the gaps in the scales on his ribs—the weakest point in his dragon body's defenses.