Chapter 201: A Second Blossom, Gangzi's Bloodline Drained Again!
Not long after Liu Erlong left in grief and indignation, a loud eagle's cry suddenly pierced the sky. Immediately afterward, a swift figure descended from the heavens with a powerful gust of wind; it was Flander, who had returned.
He sheathed his spirit, landed on the ground, and his gaze quickly swept across the entire area.
When he saw Tang Hao, his face cold and imposing, and the limp, disheveled Grandmaster lying on the ground as if pulled from a pool of blood, and then the mountains of soul beast corpses around him, and the stench-filled, maggot-infested, eerie Clear Sky Hammer not far away, and the exhausted Tang San,
Flander's face was filled with shock and confusion.
However, his confusion seemed more like a facade.
"Xiaogang! Your Majesty Haotian? What...what exactly happened here just now?!"
Upon hearing this, Tang Hao merely glanced coldly at Flander, letting out a disdainful snort, without answering, clearly too lazy to explain anything.
Grandmaster, seeing Flander, grasped at a lifeline, disregarding the explanation, and enduring the excruciating pain, urgently called out:
"Flander! You...you've come at the right time!"
"Quick! Take me away from here, back to Shrek Academy!"
The next second, he pointed in the direction Liu Erlong had left, his face showing anxiety and a complex, indescribable expression, urgently saying:
"Erlong...Erlong misunderstood me just now, got angry and ran away. We must catch up with her as soon as possible and explain!"
Then, as if remembering something crucial, Grandmaster added:
"After settling back at Shrek, I must immediately head to Spirit City! I have an extremely important matter to attend to!"
Go to Spirit City?
A barely perceptible glint flashed in Flander's eyes. He first cautiously glanced at Tang Hao, as the latter's attitude was crucial to whether or not he could take Grandmaster away.
Tang Hao remained expressionless, but ultimately nodded slightly, tacitly approving Flander's offer to take Grandmaster away.
Having received Tang Hao's approval, Flander quickly walked to Grandmaster's side, bent down, and said in a deep voice, "Gangzi, get on. I'll carry you out."
Hearing this, Grandmaster felt as if he had been granted a reprieve. He struggled to move his body and immediately lay down on Flander's not-so-broad, but at this moment, incredibly reliable back.
"Hold on tight, Gangzi! Let's take off!"
Taking a deep breath, Flander circulated his soul power, and the huge phantom of the cat-owl wings unfolded behind him again. He slightly bent his legs, then suddenly pushed off, flapping his wings powerfully.
"Whoosh—!"
The strong airflow stirred up dust and fallen leaves from the ground, forming a small whirlwind.
In the blink of an eye, Flander, carrying Grandmaster, steadily ascended into the air.
"What did you call me? Gangzi!?"
Grandmaster was taken aback upon hearing this. After clinging to the other's back, he couldn't help but ask in confusion, "Flander, why are you suddenly calling me like that? I remember... you used to call me Xiaogang."
"I remember the only person who called me that was that little bastard Tang Chuan!"
Clearly, this slightly vulgar address made him feel a bit unfamiliar and abrupt.
Flander, on the surface, chuckled awkwardly, trying to gloss over the situation. He said with a dry laugh,
"Oh, today... today I'm just in a good mood. Changing how I address you makes us seem closer, hehe."
"In a good mood?" Upon hearing this, Grandmaster's voice immediately turned somewhat annoyed, even a little angry. He said, "I've been beaten up like this, Erlong has run away in a huff, and His Majesty Haotian is still furious, and you... you actually say you're in a good mood?"
"Flander, wait... why do I feel like you're acting... strange today? Your tone of voice, and your reaction... it's a little... a little unlike you!"
Lying on Flander's back, Grandmaster could clearly feel the muscles in the back of the person beneath him tense almost imperceptibly the moment he asked that question!
"Gangzi, you're just confused from the beating. What nonsense are you thinking! I'm perfectly fine, aren't I? Hurry up, we need to hurry and go after Erlong to explain!"
Flander immediately covered up his misunderstanding with a relaxed tone.
At this moment, he was carrying Grandmaster on his back, flapping his wings and rapidly traversing the forest.
Grandmaster suppressed his doubts and unease, carefully observing the scenery below and the direction of their flight. At first, it seemed they were flying outwards.
But soon, he keenly noticed that the surrounding trees were growing taller and denser, and the aura of spirit beasts in the air was becoming increasingly powerful; they were clearly heading deeper into the core area of Sunset Forest!
"Flander!"
A moment later, Grandmaster's expression changed drastically. He could no longer contain himself and shouted angrily,
"You...where are you taking me?! This direction is not the way back to Heaven Dou City at all! What exactly do you want?!"
Hearing this, Flander's flying speed increased instead of decreasing, and he let out a cold laugh that was completely different from his usual style, saying,
"Hmph, where am I taking you? Of course, I'm taking you to see the King of Hell!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his body suddenly trembled, and a clever force burst forth instantly.
Caught off guard, Grandmaster felt a huge force coming from behind, and he was thrown out like a bag being thrown out. He cried out in surprise and was thrown out of his high-speed flight!
"Bang! Crash—!"
Grandmaster's thin body tumbled helplessly in the air, and then crashed heavily onto the thick bushes and humus below. He tumbled several more times before stopping, his face bruised and swollen, his head spinning, and his bones feeling like they were about to fall apart. The injuries that Tang Hao had barely managed to stabilize with his soul power worsened again, and blood continued to spill from his mouth and nose.
"Ugh..."
Grandmaster groaned in pain, then struggled to lift his head.
However, before he could even see the face of the person before him, a blue-gold figure appeared behind him like a ghost, moving with unimaginable speed!
Immediately afterward, Grandmaster felt a sudden chill run down his spine. A sharp, chilling force, like a red-hot iron rod, precisely and ruthlessly pierced his skin and muscles, embedding itself deep into his spine!
Instantly, an indescribable pain swept through his entire body.
"Ah!!"
A shrill, distorted scream escaped his lips.
Grandmaster's body convulsed violently as if electrocuted, then everything went black before his eyes. All consciousness and sensation receded like a receding tide, and he completely lost consciousness, falling silent once more.
A moment later.
A strikingly handsome young man with long, light blue hair slowly emerged.
At his feet, Grandmaster lay limp like a boneless maggot, his face ashen, his breath barely perceptible, his life nearly extinguished.
"Heh… last time I was in a rush, I didn't drain it all out, but I left a little bit."
"Now it's all gone… I've drained it completely. Leaving the Golden Sacred Dragon's primordial bloodline in a piece of trash like you is a terrible waste."
...
Meanwhile, in the imperial city of the Heaven Dou Empire, at the Crown Prince's residence.
In the back garden, a hundred flowers bloomed, their fragrance intoxicating.
Crown Prince Xue Qinghe, dressed casually and exuding an air of refined elegance, held a delicate white jade water jug, intently and serenely watering a rare peony.
Sunlight bathed him, as if gilding him.
Everything seemed so peaceful and serene.
However, this tranquility was shattered the next moment.
A blurry black figure appeared silently in the shadows behind her, kneeling on one knee, its aura restrained; clearly a well-trained Soul Master.
"Young Master," the black-robed man said in a low, respectful voice.
Xue Qinghe's watering can paused almost imperceptibly, the water flow momentarily halting.
She didn't turn around, remaining in her watering posture, but her beautiful brows furrowed slightly, her voice calm yet carrying an undeniable authority:
"Speak."
The black-robed man nodded slightly and immediately reported respectfully:
"There's unusual activity in Spirit City. Recently, no fewer than ten Platinum Bishops and over thirty Cardinals from various branch halls have been gathering towards Spirit City, either secretly or openly, under various pretexts. Such a large-scale high-level mobilization is far from ordinary."
"Clearly, soon… there will likely be a major operation."
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