Bio-engineered Dinosaur in the immortal world-Chapter 23: Beast condition

A deep, croaky laugh echoed through the forest.A sound that didn't belong to anything human.

It was guttural.

It was predatory, but sounded so amused.

Wei Long's golden eyes gleamed.

His tail flicked.

His scales rippled, releasing a sickly, purple aura.

The air thickened with the venomous scent of his Bio-engineered Toxic Scales.

"Who will tame who?"

His voice was hoarse.

Sharp.

Mocking.

Like a predator toying with its prey.

The trio of demonic cultivators flinched.

Their bodies stiffened.

Their eyes widened.

It talked.

But then—

"Hahahaha!"

The cultivators suddenly grinned.

Their shock turned to glee.

"A talking beast!?"

"The most sought-after creatures!"

"The Blood Boar Sect will definitely let us go if we tame it!"

Without hesitation, they swallowed pills.

Their Qi flared. Dark energy pulsed around them. Their hands moved in intricate seals as they launched forward!

Swoosh!

Bang!

Wei Long didn't move.

He didn't block.

He didn't even react.

He just looked at them straight with his reptilian eyes.

Yet...

The moment their attacks landed—

They bounced back.

The trio staggered.

Their feet skidded.

Their faces contorted in shock.

"W-what!?"

"Why... why did we get pushed back!?"

"Something's wrong!"

Then, one of them froze.

His voice shook...

"I-isn't this... the ability of the Blood Boar Sect's sacred beasts?"

"The Thick Fat?"

"T-the one that reduces damage by thirty percent!?"

They stared at each other.

Their minds raced.

Their breaths quickened.

But then—they calmed down.

"So what?"

One of them sneered, forcing himself to smirk.

"We were just caught off guard."

"It's just a defense technique."

"He stole our sacred beast's ability? So what?"

"He's still just a Mortal Beast. As long we try to hurt it enough, it would go down."

Their Qi surged.

Their confidence returned.

This time, they attacked with full power.

Their palm strikes tore through the air.

Their spiritual weapons glowed.

Their Qi-infused strikes shot straight toward Wei Long.

And then—Bang!

They were sent flying again.

Crack!

A tree snapped as one of them crashed into it.

Thud!

Another hit the ground, coughing up blood. And another one was just fine, however, something seemed to happen to him as he was staring straight in shock.

Soon it's not just him, the other three as well.

Silence.

Their faces drained of color.

Their bodies trembled.

"W-what... what is going on!?"

"H-how did our full power attacks do NOTHING!?"

"T-this is impossible!!"

Wei Long's chuckling filled the space. Low. Menacing.

His glowing eyes locked onto them.

And then—he spoke.

Slowly.

Clearly.

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Deliberately.

"Do you want to know why?"

The cultivators gulped.

A cold shiver ran down their spines.

They didn't want to know.

But they had to.

Wei Long grinned, baring his razor-sharp teeth.

"I didn't just steal your beast's ability..."

He took a step forward.

The cultivators flinched.

"I upgraded it..." he paused and added, "in a top notch way!"

Their eyes widened in horror.

Wei Long licked his lips.

His voice was slow.

Amused. And utterly terrifying.

"Now, I cannot be hurt by anything below Awakened Beasts Peak Level."

He tilted his head, eyes gleaming.

"And even if something stronger tries... if it's just a Peak Awakened Beast... their attack will still be reduced by sixty percent."

His claws flexed.

His tail swayed.

His smirk widened.

"You... have no chance."

Silence.

Then—the cultivators turned and ran.

"RUN!"

"WE CAN'T WIN!"

"WE HAVE TO ESCAPE!"

But the moment they moved—Wei Long disappeared.

A blur.

A phantom.

A shadow weaving between them.

But—

He wasn't flying.

He was walking.

Slowly.

Casually.

Just fast enough to always stay ahead of them.

Their breathing turned erratic.

Their legs weakened.

Their minds screamed.

"M-monster...!"

"H-he's toying with us...!"

"We're trapped!"

Wei Long stopped.

They stopped.

He turned to them.

His eyes glowed brighter.

His fangs gleamed.

His voice was dark.

"You have no escape."

The cultivators froze.

Their bodies locked in fear.

Wei Long tilted his head.

Then—

He took another slow step forward.

His tail dragged across the ground.

The sound of scales scraping against stone filled the air.

Then—he smiled.

"But... I am interested in something."

Wei Long stood tall, his golden eyes gleaming in the dim light of the forest.

His gaze swept over the four trembling cultivators, their dark robes tattered, their confidence shattered, their bodies still twitching from the residual poison in their veins.

He could smell their fear.

Sweet.

Addictive.

Like the scent of a cornered prey.

But he wasn't in a hurry to end this.

No—that would be too boring, he thought.

He tilted his head, his reptilian features twisted into something almost human—a smirk.

Then, he spoke.

His voice was low, gravelly, almost amused. "You know... I've always been fascinated by the Demonic Cultivator Sects."

The four cultivators stiffened.

They weren't expecting this.

Wei Long began to pace.

Slowly.

Each step is calm and silent with his padded dinosaur feet.

His claws scraped against the earth, the sound filling the tense air like a serpent slithering through dry leaves.

"Such a... fascinating system you all have."

His voice was smooth.

Dripping with curiosity.

"The way you gather power... through blood, sacrifice, and raw ambition."

His tail flicked.

His scales shimmered.

"You see, I am quite different from other beasts. I think. I observe. I analyze."

He turned his golden eyes back to them.

"And I've realized something."

Silence.

The four didn't dare to breathe.

Wei Long's voice dipped lower, almost a whisper.

"I admire your methods."

Their eyes widened.

Shock flickered across their faces. What is this beast thinking? Why are all the hairs on their bodies standing up? But before they could process it, Wei Long sighed.

A deep, rumbling sound.

"However..."

His tone shifted.

Dark.

Sharp.

Cold.

His golden eyes narrowed.

A predatory gleam flashed in them.

"What displeased me...

...was how you thought you could tame me."

His scales bristled.

His tail slammed into the ground.

The earth shook.

The four cultivators fell to their knees.

Desperation.

Terror.

Their breaths turned ragged.

"M-Mighty Beast! We were wrong!"

"Forgive us! It was arrogance! Stupidity!"

"We... we should have never thought to claim you as a mere pet!"

"It was foolish! Absolute foolishness! Please forgive us!"

They bowed.

Their foreheads pressed against the dirt.

Their voices cracked.

Pleading.

Begging.

Like prisoners at an execution.

Wei Long watched them.

And then—he laughed.

A deep, guttural, bone-chilling laugh.

A predator's laugh.

"HAR-KAH-KAH-KAH!"

Low.

Amused.

And filled with danger.

Then, his voice softened.

"Relax. Calm down."

His words slithered into their ears like a gentle whisper—soothing yet deceptively sharp.

The cultivators froze.

"I was merely disappointed," Wei Long continued.

"But perhaps... I was too hasty in my judgment."

His golden eyes flickered.

His claws flexed.

His smirk widened.

"Perhaps... I can still let myself be tamed."

The cultivators' eyes snapped up.

Wei Long grinned.

His fangs gleamed under the moonlight.

"But it would be fair if it was the strongest among the four of you."

The air shifted instantly.

Tension coiled around them like an invisible noose.

The cultivators stilled. Their eyes darkened.

Wei Long's meaning was clear.

One of them... must survive.

The rest—would die.

And—they should kill each until the last one of them dies.

Silence.

The cultivators stared at each other.

The realization settled into their bones.

They weren't fools.

They knew.

This creature was intelligent.

A beast that could speak, think, manipulate.

What if this was a trap?

What if, the moment one of them killed the others, Wei Long would slaughter the last one standing?

What if he never intended to be tamed at all?

Doubt crept into their minds.

Their hands trembled.

Their breathing grew uneven.

But then—their eyes widened.

Their thoughts shattered.

Wei Long moved.

And then—he did something unthinkable.

Slowly...

Menacingly...

The monstrous reptilian creature lowered himself.

His massive body crouched.

His powerful limbs folded.

His gleaming head dropped.

And then—he bowed.

The cultivators stopped breathing.

Their minds screamed.

Upon Wei Long's head—a glowing rune appeared.

Pulsing.

Ancient.

A symbol of submission.

A beast surrendering itself... willingly.

This...

This was unheard of.

A talking beast was already beyond rare.

But a beast—with intelligence, with power—bowing.

Offering itself to be tamed.

This was... This was legendary.

The four cultivators suddenly trembled.

Their fear...

Had now twisted.

Into something else.

Yes...

It was—Greed.

Soon enough, their gazes shifted.

They were no longer looking at the beast.

They were looking at each other with side eyes.

But this time—there was no camaraderie.

There was no loyalty.

No shared fear.

No united desperation.

Instead—there was hostility.

Their grips tightened on their weapons.

Their Qi trembled in their veins.

Their breaths grew sharper.

They all knew.

They all understood.

The one who survives—would gain something far beyond what they ever imagined.

And just like that—the auras of the four individuals flared.