Chapter 0799 Ghost Dragon

Chapter 0799: The Ghost Dragon Awakens

Qin Yun always felt that the giant coffin inside the ice mountain held unimaginable danger.

Lan Suyao didn’t say anything either, as the people from the Profound Domain and the Ancient Remnants—those half-beastmen—were in a frenzy, attacking the ice mountain.

"Let’s stay away from that ice mountain!" Bao Changshou said.

Jian Shitian and several dozen others hurriedly backed away, afraid of being caught in the blast if the giant coffin were opened.

Soon enough, the ice mountain was shattered by the frenzied group.

Ling Yuner remarked, "That ice mountain was once heavily sealed, but due to the passage of time, those seals weakened, so now it shattered easily!"

Qin Yun’s face grew grim as he sent a telepathic call to Yao Fang in the third bead of the Nine Sun divine soul, but she didn’t respond.

This only made Qin Yun more anxious!

With a deafening crash—

Finally, the group succeeded in shattering the small ice mountain, and the giant coffin crashed onto the ground with a thunderous impact.

"It’s about to open—there must be treasures inside!" Gui Yangjun cackled as he walked forward, then shouted, "Join forces to push open the lid!"

Several Half-Immortals and Emperor Wu stepped forward, surrounding the coffin and straining with all their might to lift the lid.

Lan Suyao also grew wary, keeping a safe distance from the coffin.

Boom!

The coffin lid suddenly flew open on its own, releasing a billowing wave of dark energy as the lid was flung far away.

A metallic clatter rang out—

From within the enormous coffin, numerous objects shrouded in shadowy energy shot out, continuously oozing sinister vapor.

"These are Dao artifacts… and even King Artifacts!" a Half-Immortal from the Profound Domain cried out greedily.

The ground was littered with various weapons and armor, all shrouded in black mist, yet their power was undeniable at a glance.

"Hahaha… I told you there were treasures inside! That little devil Qin Yun kept warning about danger!" Gui Yangjun roared with laughter as the group descended into a mad scramble to snatch the artifacts scattered across the ground.

"Don’t go over there!" Jian Shitian snapped at a few Mystic Rune Masters.

The rune masters, who had been about to step forward, immediately halted.

Gui Yangjun shot Jian Shitian’s group a venomous look and shouted, "Stay back! If you dare try to take any of this, don’t blame us for being ruthless! This loot is ours—back off!"

Lan Suyao knit her brows, her gaze fixed on the swirling black mist hovering above.

That black mist radiated a terrifying presence, but Gui Yangjun and his companions, too consumed by greed, failed to notice.

Qin Yun and the others, however, saw it clearly.

Suddenly, the drifting black mist began to condense!

In moments, it formed a dense mass.

Then, it rapidly morphed into the silhouette of a man!

"Trouble!" Lan Suyao shouted.

At that moment, a pitch-black dragon-man fell from the sky.

This dragon-man was covered in dragon scales, with a long dragon tail extending from its lower back and a menacing black dragon’s head.

Seeing this sudden appearance, both Jian Shitian and Bao Changshou grew wary, their hearts pounding with dread at the overwhelming strength of the dragon-headed being.

Turtle Immortal and his group also noticed the dragon-man. Armed as they were with various weapons, they too felt a surge of fear.

"Hahaha! Enjoying my little presents?" the dragon-man laughed.

"Th-this... my lord, did you give these to us?" Turtle Immortal's worries suddenly dissipated as he asked.

"I just said it—these are gifts for you! Witnessing my rebirth is your fortune! Hurry and seal them with your blood. Then you’ll truly experience the power of these treasures!" Ghost Dragon’s voice rasped as it roared with laughter.

Ecstatic, Turtle Immortal’s group immediately smeared their blood on the weapons.

But the moment they did, the dragon-man howled with glee.

"Congratulations! You are now my servants—Ghost Dragon’s thralls! From this day forth, you belong to me!" the dragon-man bellowed.

Qin Yun’s blood ran cold—this dragon-headed being was none other than Ghost Dragon!

Hearing this, Turtle Immortal and his hundreds of followers went deathly pale. They were once lofty Half-Immortals, yet now they had become another’s slaves.

"If you took my weapons but refuse to serve me, then you will die!" Ghost Dragon cackled.

Qin Yun realized that although Ghost Dragon hadn’t fully regained his peak strength, he was still terrifyingly powerful—no Half-Immortal stood a chance.

Then, Ghost Dragon turned to Jian Shitian and the others, leered, "As for you, since you didn’t receive my gifts, you’ll just have to die!"

Jian Shitian and Bao Changshou immediately stepped forward.

"We’re not afraid of you!" Jian Shitian said coldly. "Let’s fight!"

Ghost Dragon scoffed, "You insects aren’t worth my time. How about this—fight my servants instead. If you win, you may leave!"

Though Gui Yangjun was seething with resentment, he dared not defy Ghost Dragon—resistance meant certain death.

Since he couldn’t resist, he had to accept it. Besides, he could tell Ghost Dragon was immensely powerful—riding his coattails could pay off.

Gui Yangjun quickly stepped forward. "Master, let me fight! Among them is a slippy little weasel named Qin Yun, who possesses the Dual Mystic Pattern Soul. Let me crush him!"

He pointed at Qin Yun.

Before, with Lan Suyao’s protection and interference from Jian Shitian and Bao Changshou, Gui Yangjun couldn’t kill Qin Yun. But now, this was a rare opportunity.

"The Dual Mystic Pattern Soul? Perfect! Finish him—but keep the carcass intact. I want to extract his patterns!" Ghost Dragon narrowed his eyes at Qin Yun, eyes glittering with hunger.

Qin Yun swore under his breath, but he had no choice but to fight now.

"Qin Yun, he outclasses you completely. Can you handle him?" Jian Shitian asked.

"I’ve got this!" Qin Yun stepped forward.

Lan Suyao simply watched from the side. She couldn’t act recklessly either—she knew she’d be slaughtered against Ghost Dragon.

As Qin Yun stepped out, he asked, "If I win, you'll let us leave, right? No take-backs!"

Ghost Dragon laughed loudly, "My word is bond!"

Qin Yun didn’t believe Ghost Dragon’s words, but this was a good chance to stall.

Ghost Dragon undoubtedly possessed the cultivation of an Immortal, which meant Yao Fang could emerge here.

As long as he waited for Yao Fang to finish her seclusion, he wouldn’t have to fear Ghost Dragon anymore.

Gui Yangjun held a long hook wreathed in black mist—a Dao weapon he had just obtained.

The Xuan Domain and Long Family cultivators all believed Qin Yun was no match for Gui Yangjun and knew Qin Yun was a dead man walking. Yet, none of them felt happy about it.

Because if Qin Yun fell, the beneficiary wouldn’t be them, but that damn Ghost Dragon.

Moreover, they would all become Ghost Dragon’s slaves.

Qin Yun whipped out the Soul Sacred Blade!

The moment he unsheathed the blade, everyone was slightly stunned.

Everyone knew Qin Yun was a Runes Master and must possess decent weapons.

But the blade in his hand now was battered and cracked.

"Brat, if you don’t put on a good show and bore me, I’ll make sure you die horribly!" Ghost Dragon sneered. "Are you really going to fight with such a weapon?"

"Against this damn goat-face, weapon or no weapon, I can take him down!" Qin Yun retorted coldly.

Gui Yangjun’s strength was equivalent to that of a Martial King!

And if Qin Yun could wield a weapon, given his current cultivation, he could still stand his ground against a Martial King.

"Goat-head, if you capture this brat, I’ll hook you up!" Ghost Dragon said.

"Master, I will definitely capture him!" Gui Yangjun was brimming with confidence and inwardly delighted.

"Boot-licking goat-face, don’t celebrate too soon!" Qin Yun clenched the Soul Sacred Blade and suddenly lunged.

Gui Yangjun had been waiting for Qin Yun to attack!

The moment Qin Yun closed in, he swung his blade—a technique straight from the Mortal Saber Manual. The swift slash unleashed a razor-sharp wave of martial energy, carrying a powerful soul-rending power.

Gui Yangjun lashed out with his hook to clash against Qin Yun’s Soul Sacred Blade.

*Clang!*

A deafening clang echoed through the frozen underground plaza.

Qin Yun’s and Gui Yangjun’s weapons collided violently!

Gui Yangjun stood firm, while Qin Yun was knocked flying.

At this moment, Qin Yun got a brutal reality check regarding the gap in strength between himself and Gui Yangjun.

The crowd murmured in shock upon seeing that Qin Yun’s blade wasn’t even scratched.

Even Ghost Dragon eyed Qin Yun’s Soul Sacred Blade with interest.

Qin Yun didn't use the Nine Sun Divine Hammer, fearing that Ghost Dragon would recognize it and come to snatch it directly.

After knocking Qin Yun back, Gui Yangjun saw that his weapon remained undamaged. Shocked, he erupted in a red glow and charged at Qin Yun.

In an instant, he appeared beside Qin Yun's body, swinging his long hook fiercely in a relentless assault.

The black mist-shrouded long hook, infused with Gui Yangjun's unique red energy, carried a sinister and chilling aura. As it struck, it whistled through the air!

Qin Yun struggled to dodge. He couldn’t block with his blade—it’d just send him flying again, and the impact would severely pain his arms.

Boom!

Gui Yangjun's long hook suddenly erupted with blazing red light, shattering the ice around them.

Qin Yun was forced to use the Soul Sacred Blade to block the heavy hook!

The Soul Sacred Blade and the hook collided once more, sending shockwaves of red and black energy, accompanied by continuous tremors that shook the entire plaza!

The Soul Sacred Blade was sent flying, crashing into the icy wall and buried under a pile of ice chunks.

"Qin Yun, you're finished, hahaha..." Gui Yangjun cackled madly, driving his hook through Qin Yun's neck.

Just as Gui Yangjun was laughing, Qin Yun frantically unleashed the power of the Sky Lion Beast Spirit!

He had used it once before but suppressed its remaining energy. Now, he could release it again!

Jian Shitian and Bao Changshou were about to intervene when they suddenly sensed Qin Yun's aura surging!

Gui Yangjun also sensed it but had no time to react—his handsome face was brutally battered by Qin Yun's flurry of punches and palm strikes!

"You’re done, sheep-face!" Qin Yun roared.

In the blink of an eye, Gui Yangjun was pummeled to a pulp, his once-handsome face now a swollen, pig-like mess.