Medic Martial Dragon King

Chapter 807: Chapter 810: The One I’m Killing is You, Go Die

”The sinner of all mankind? Haha! What a grand accusation!”

Jiang Chen sneered, ”If you knew this was a matter that endangered all mankind, yet you used it as your amulet, are you even human?”

At this point, Jiang Chen paused, his voice growing even colder, ”Moreover, I am not God, I can’t be concerned with all humanity, I can only take care of the land before me.

I only know that my Jiang Family has been drenched in blood because of you!

I only know that my Third Elder died a tragic death in the Jiang Family Courtyard because of your schemes!

I only know that you have betrayed your country for your own selfish desires!

Therefore, you, must die!”

Jiang Chen declared each word emphatically.

His every word resonated powerfully, causing Fang Mingyuan to tremble all over, shaking like a leaf.

”Die.”

Jiang Chen said indifferently, delivering a fierce palm strike towards Fang Mingyuan.

”Stop!”

Suddenly, a loud shout rang out as two figures rushed into the room.

”Save...”

A glimmer of hope flashed across Fang Mingyuan’s face as he cried out desperately.

But before he could finish, Jiang Chen, without the slightest regard, had already landed a fierce palm on his head.

Bang!

Fang Mingyuan’s head burst like a watermelon, instantly shattered to pieces.

”Bastard! You’re courting death!”

The two people who burst through the door had their eyes split with rage and attacked Jiang Chen crazily.

Jiang Chen quickly glanced at the two men, a hint of surprise in his heart.

He had thought those who entered were the Li family’s Innate experts, but instead, two somewhat disheveled Beihai National Samurai had come in.

These two people killed the Li family’s three Innate Great Grandmasters, how could this be possible? From the energy fluctuations he had sensed earlier, these two were not as strong as the Li family’s Great Grandmasters!

A trace of doubt flashed through Jiang Chen’s mind as he raised his hand to meet the attacks of the two men.

Thump Thump!

Two muffled sounds followed, and with a single strike, the three separated; the two samurai looked at Jiang Chen in astonishment.

”This power... are you an Ancient Martial Artist from Flame Dragon Kingdom?” the two samurai asked, their faces filled with surprise and delight.

Jiang Chen frowned slightly in confusion, ”You’re very happy to learn that I am an Ancient Martial Artist?”

”Haha! Haha...”

”Finally, we’ve found one! Finally, outside of Flame Dragon Kingdom, we’ve encountered an Ancient Martial Artist!”

The two samurai laughed heartily, one of them speaking coldly, ”Of course we’re happy! We brothers should thank you. We dare not enter Flame Dragon Kingdom for fear of being killed by those Sects, but out here, we can act without any reservations!”

”Jiro, no need for further talk, our Shikigami can hardly wait!” the other samurai spoke impatiently.

Jiro spoke respectfully, ”Yes, Tai Lang!”

Jiang Chen’s brow furrowed slightly, Shikigami? And ones that required Ancient Martial Artist powers? What is this?

Whirr Whirr Whirr!

A chill emanated from the two samurai as streams of black smoke rose from their heads.

”Boy, give your Ancient Martial Inner Qi to our Eight-Headed Great God! To become the nourishment for the Eight-Headed Great God is your honor!”

Tai Lang’s voice was cold as he pushed his hands forward, the black mist above their heads instantly manifested in front of them, the mist churning into a two-headed serpent that was yards long, its body exuding thick black fog.

Jiang Chen’s eyes showed a flash of surprise, and he said with astonishment, ”Is this the Eight-Headed Great God of Beihai National? It seems pretty weak?”

”Bastard! How dare you look down on our Eight-Headed Great God, we’re going to drain you dry!”

The two brothers, Da Lang and Er Lang, were furious. Their figures overlapped as Er Lang moved behind Da Lang, placing his hands on Da Lang’s back. A billowing black mist emerged from their bodies, all of which was channeled into Da Lang.

Da Lang’s face darkened, his eyes turning black with the whites disappearing, and within his pupils shone a sinister evil light, ”Boy, today you’ll taste our secret technique passed down from the Eight-Headed Great God, the Eight-Headed Swallowing Secret Method!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Da Lang slapped his hand on the tail of the black serpent before him. The black serpent suddenly swelled in size, growing over thirty feet in length, with another head emerging from between the two original heads, emitting a strange black gleam in its eyes.

Jiang Chen’s eyes slightly narrowed. Just a moment ago, this serpent possessed merely the strength of a mid-stage Innate Grandmaster, but now it had suddenly surged to the peak realm of an Innate Grandmaster.

”Boy, prepare to become sustenance for the Eight-Headed Great God! After absorbing your Ancient Martial Inner Qi and Essence Blood, the Eight-Headed Great God will surely reward us!” Da Lang said with a sinister smile, pushing his hands forward.

Whoosh!

The Black Mist Serpent lunged at Jiang Chen, opening its black maw and fiercely inhaling towards him.

Hm?

Jiang Chen was shocked to feel his Inner Qi involuntarily trying to burst from his body, as his blood furiously surged.

In his astonishment, Jiang Chen quickly circulated his cultivation technique to suppress the turmoil within his body.

Then, a cold gleam flashed through Jiang Chen’s eyes.

Such sorcery must not be left unchecked!

From their words, it was clear that if they absorbed the Inner Qi and Essence Blood of Ancient Martial Artists, it seemed to benefit their so-called Eight-Headed Great God.

In that case, all Ancient Martial Artists would become their targets!

”You want to absorb, do you? Then I’ll let you have your fill!” Jiang Chen shouted lowly, his body radiating a faint golden light as he bellowed, ”Dragon-Tyrant Technique, first form, Dragon Soars the Wilds!”

Ao!

A resonant dragon’s roar sounded, and an illusory Golden Divine Dragon appeared in front of Jiang Chen. With a push of his hands, the dragon tail whipped around, charging fiercely towards the Black Mist Serpent.

”Hehe! Secret techniques unleashed through Ancient Martial Arts? This is exactly the sustenance the Great God needs. Bring on more, haha...” Da Lang laughed wildly.

The Black Mist Serpent’s eyes gleamed with excitement, its form suddenly stiffening as an ancient and vast aura erupted from its body.

Roar!

The Black Mist Serpent roared with radiant eyes, sucking in with its mouth open.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

A powerful suction force came forth, and Jiang Chen’s expression changed dramatically.

He frantically circulated his cultivation technique to suppress the surging Inner Qi within his body.

Yet the power of his Dragon-Tyrant Technique had been completely absorbed by the Black Mist Serpent, like a clay ox entering the sea, leaving no trace.

Raising his head, Jiang Chen looked at the Black Mist Serpent in front of him with a shocked expression.

The serpent now seemed to possess a strength similar to his own, with one foot stepping into the next realm.

The serpent’s tail had split into three, and the aura emanating from its body gave Jiang Chen a sense of overwhelming reverence.

This wasn’t a gap in strength, but an imposing presence as if it were a natural-born superior being!

”Dragon-Tyrant Technique? Heh heh heh, long time no see!”

The Black Mist Serpent suddenly let out a strange laugh, speaking human language.

Thump! Thump!

Da Lang and Er Lang’s bodies trembled violently, their faces showing a look of joy as they knelt on the ground and called out loudly to the serpent, ”The Great God descends! We welcome the Great God’s descent!”

Jiang Chen’s heart trembled violently, feeling as if his entire worldview had been overturned. This serpent... it was as if it had come to life!

What... what is going on?