The Soldier King Becomes a Useless Little Girl
Chapter 1298 - 1292
The Dragon Man’s movement technique stalled.
A piece of armor on its body shattered, seeping a bright red color.
A flash of astonishment appeared in the Dragon Man’s eyes.
It actually hit.
The opponent’s punch was ever-changing, with no discernible move, precisely the Ghost God Fist Second Form.
Xin Lin punched and shattered the armor piece.
But just as she prepared to deliver another punch, she heard a crisp crackling sound from the shattered armor.
The broken armor suddenly contracted, trapping Xin Lin’s fist within it.
"Looks like the Corpse King taught you boxing but didn’t teach you about the Dragon Clan’s incredibly strong physicality. Dream on if you think you can hurt me."
Within the Dragon Man, the burgeoning strength quickly transformed into Life Force, repairing the shattered piece of armor.
He grabbed Xin Lin’s fist, caught within the armor.
His strength was astonishing; Xin Lin felt as if her bones were on the verge of being crushed.
"Tsk, tsk, what a pitiable beauty. Sadly, in my hands, I’m not one to show mercy or sympathy. You either hand over the Corpse King, or I’ll crush your icy skin and jade bones inch by inch. That won’t be a pleasant experience."
With a gleam of ferocity in his eyes, the Dragon Man sneered as his sharp dragon claw slowly contracted.
Xin Lin’s complexion turned from deathly pale to a blood-red hue.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about."
Xin Lin gritted her teeth and said.
"Still pretending? You carry a strong aura of the Corpse King; that’s Ghost Energy."
The Dragon Man leaned in, sniffing around Xin Lin’s ear like a curious pup.
"Stay away from me."
Xin Lin turned her head away in disgust.
The wind gently blew.
A crisp, melodious sound came from her waist.
"A bell?"
The Dragon Man noticed the small bell, and with a grab, clutched it in his hand.
"Let me guess, is this your tool for contacting the Corpse King?"
He sniffed the bell, a playful look appearing in his eyes.
"Ha, your imagination is quite vivid."
Xin Lin chuckled self-deprecatingly.
"Let her go!"
At that moment, Shi Fei rushed down from the carriage.
Seeing the bell, the fear in her eyes quickly turned into panic.
She recognized the bell.
Shi Fei glanced quickly at Xin Lin.
Those eyes belong to Little Lin!
Ignoring her trembling body, she jumped off the carriage, rushing like a lioness.
"Ignorant fool, I’ll deal with you later."
The Dragon Man tossed aside Shi Fei.
"Let her go!"
Shi Fei persevered, holding tightly onto the Dragon Man’s foot.
"Run! Girl, run quickly!"
Though unsure why Xin Lin looked like this now, the girl before her was indeed Xin Lin.
She had been captured by the monster while trying to save her; she couldn’t let Xin Lin die by the Dragon Man’s hand.
"Courting death!"
The Dragon Man, exceedingly irritated, released Xin Lin and aimed a claw at Shi Fei’s crown.
"Wait, you don’t want to see the Corpse King? I’ll bring him here."
Xin Lin shouted fiercely.
Seeing Xin Lin compromise so directly, the Dragon Man restrained his hand, though his eyes remained suspicious.
"You say you can summon the Corpse King, and he’ll just come?"
Though the intense Ghost Energy on her was undeniable, would the Corpse King truly respond to being beckoned and dismissed?
The Dragon Man was skeptical.
"Of course, you should note my relationship with the Corpse King."
Glancing at the ailing Shi Fei, Xin Lin puffed herself up and boasted boldly.