The Strongest Urban Son-in-law

Chapter 1746 - 1774: The Furious Slaughter Flame Dragon [First Update]

In just the blink of an eye, over a thousand people directly perished under the fierce Dragon Breath.

At the same time, Ye Feng and Han Yi had already reached the outside of the Formation. Hearing the continuous cries of agony coming from within, Han Yi felt a chill down his spine, realizing it was all orchestrated by Ye Feng.

Ye Feng said calmly, "If they had brought three ninth-level Dao level Formation-breaking Pearls and joined forces with the Ancient Slaughter Flame Dragon, they might have cracked my Formation. But now, they have no Formation-breaking Pearls and no chance of teaming up with the Ancient Slaughter Flame Dragon. The Ancient Slaughter Flame Dragon will kill them all!"

Hearing Ye Feng’s words, Han Yi nodded, feeling astonished. He hadn’t expected Ye Feng to strategize so thoroughly.

Curiously, Han Yi looked at Ye Feng and asked, "Ye Feng, what should we do now? I think we should leave quickly!"

"No! We still have to wait! After the Ancient Slaughter Flame Dragon is done, we need to clean up the battlefield." Ye Feng had a relaxed look on his face, but Han Yi grew anxious: "The Ancient Slaughter Flame Dragon has already obtained the Dragon Pill and might break the Formation! If it breaks through and we don’t leave the Ten Thousand Demon Abyss, it definitely won’t let us go!"

Ye Feng smiled slightly, still completely relaxed and not the least bit worried: "It’s not that easy..."

After he spoke, Ye Feng and Han Yi waited patiently outside the Formation, while the cries within it grew softer.

The Ancient Slaughter Flame Dragon, though it had lost the Dragon Pill, still possessed power overwhelming to Martial Artists at the Asking realm. They had no power to resist in front of it.

For the Slaughter Flame Dragon, it was a one-sided massacre, the screams continually echoing.

Ye Feng extended his spiritual power into the Formation, monitoring the situation inside. In less than ten breaths, more than five thousand Martial Artists had perished, only two thousand were left, more than half were dead.

Ye Feng looked relaxed and satisfied. If he had intervened himself, he was confident he could kill all the Martial Artists, but it would also be exhausting and he would sustain serious injuries.

But now with the Ancient Slaughter Flame Dragon acting, Ye Feng was quite at ease, not needing to make a move himself.

"Ah~~" The screams of the crowd echoed as the Formation was continuously battered by ripples of energy.

The Formation trembled violently, shaking fiercely, the air thick with the scent of blood.

The powerful Dragon Breath merely needed to touch a part of a Martial Artist’s body to incinerate them instantly.

Everyone was in complete despair, within just twenty breaths, all the Martial Artists had died, except for Feng Hao and Jin Wanquan, but they had suffered grievous wounds and their strength was less than half of their peak.

Feng Hao and Jin Wanquan, being super geniuses of the Holy Land, had many life-saving treasures provided by their respective factions. Without these, they would have died already.

The Ancient Slaughter Flame Dragon glared fiercely at Feng Hao and Jin Wanquan, roaring, "Give me my Dragon Pill!"

"Damn it!" Feng Hao and Jin Wanquan shouted angrily, deeply distressed, as they each produced a Daoist Talisman.

The Daoist Talisman was actually a Holy Level Space Teleportation Talisman, capable of bypassing the Holy level Formation’s blockade to teleport. Though they each had only one, they were extremely precious, and had no choice but to use it.

"Die!" The Ancient Slaughter Flame Dragon saw they had no intention of returning the Dragon Pill and roared furiously, spewing terrifying Dragon Breath at Feng Hao and Jin Wanquan.

At that moment, Feng Hao and Jin Wanquan crushed their Space Teleportation Talismans. The Dragon Breath was about to hit them, but they both vanished, teleported away.

"Damn it! Damn it! Cunning humans, damn it!" The Ancient Slaughter Flame Dragon roared in fury.

Out of three Dragon Pills, it had managed to recover only one, but soon after it calmed down.

At least it had one Dragon Pill back. With it, it could cultivate five more. It didn’t have to worry about running out of strength and dying anymore.

As the Ancient Slaughter Flame Dragon swallowed the Dragon Pill intending to refine it, the pill turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared, leaving the dragon in shock...

"Fake!" The image of Ye Feng floated in the Ancient Slaughter Flame Dragon’s mind as rage flooded its being.

"Damn it! Damn it! I’ll kill you!" The Ancient Slaughter Flame Dragon roared furiously, its great tail smacking heavily against the Formation, causing it to shake violently, yet to no avail.

With its current strength, it couldn’t shake the Formation. The Ancient Slaughter Flame Dragon realized it was deceived by Ye Feng once more; Ye Feng would never easily return its Dragon Pill.

Reflecting on how Ye Feng used it to kill his enemies and walked away with nothing, the Ancient Slaughter Flame Dragon nearly went mad. The fake Dragon Pill was made from Ye Feng’s spread Dragon Qi.

Without careful observation, it hadn’t noticed the Dragon Pill was fake.

The Ancient Slaughter Flame Dragon roared madly, its cries shaking the heavens and shattering space, but soon it calmed down, knowing it mustn’t waste any more strength.

The more it wasted its strength, the quicker it would run out of power, leading to certain death...

Meanwhile, outside the Formation, Ye Feng retracted his spiritual power and said lightly, "They’re all dead..."

Han Yi looked at Ye Feng with astonishment, feeling immense admiration. He had anticipated a grand battle between Ye Feng and the three genius Daoist Lords. Instead, Ye Feng solved them effortlessly without lifting a finger...