C21 Big Fish Slaughter

Outside the Azure Dragon Cultivation Room, Zhou Qing's smile was cold, laced with a hint of cruel murderous intent. Speaking softly, she moved to a corner and whispered, "Choo Guang, the big fish is about to leave the black market."

Upon hearing this...

A burly man with sharp, triangular eyes that sparkled with excitement and a cold gleam, cracked a smile and said, "Oh, anyone who can afford the Azure Dragon Cultivation Room is no weakling, right?"

"Don't set me up. If we're dealing with a Soul Connecting Stage master, even the Hidden Dragon Gang can't handle the fallout!"

Choo Guang cast a cautious glance at the Azure Dragon Cultivation Room and posed his question.

"Come on, you don't trust me? We've worked together before," Zhou Qing replied with annoyance. "That kid's vital energy is weak. I doubt he's unlocked many origin meridians. Even if he has, he's no match for you, no matter what!"

"Business as usual—I'll take thirty percent after we take down the big fish!" Zhou Qing declared, her hand slashing the air in a throat-cutting gesture, her intent to kill unmistakable.

The two continued to hash out the details of their plan, clearly underestimating Qiao Gao. They were convinced the big fish couldn't possibly slip through their net.

Little did they know, a small, unassuming Xiaohei shadow was watching them intently from outside the Azure Dragon Cultivation Room.

Inside the cultivation room...

Qiao Gao let out a cold laugh, his eyes narrowing as he spoke with a deep, meaningful tone, "I'm curious to see who will end up being the slaughtered big fish."

Clearly, the Xiaohei shadow at the door was none other than Qiao Gao's Yin Fiend Corpse Worm clone.

Qiao Gao had already observed the underhanded dealings between Zhou Qing and Choo Guang of the so-called Hidden Dragon Gang.

...

Leaving the black market valley behind, Qiao Gao soon found himself in the Devil Dragon Wasteland.

He strolled at a relaxed pace, utterly unfazed by the few who were tailing him.

The wasteland's revival was accelerating. The Origin Energy grew richer, and the once-barren ground now sprouted numerous spiritual grasses. It wouldn't be long before they bloomed and bore fruit.

"The Wasteland is regenerating at an astonishing pace. In just one day, the transformation has been immense." Qiao Gao was inwardly alarmed, aware that a significant upheaval was imminent in the Devil Dragon Wasteland.

At the black market yesterday, Qiao Gao had heard numerous tales of the Devil Dragon Wasteland. Now, the once desolate land was on the brink of resurgence. Rumors abounded that the devil dragons themselves might awaken, and that countless ancient relics and divine wonders buried deep within the Wasteland would emerge.

Word had it that the North Star Country and several neighboring nations had dispatched their strongest to scour the land for hidden treasures. The Devil Dragon Wasteland was on the cusp of unleashing a maelstrom of violence and bloodshed.

A storm was brewing, and Qiao Gao's small clan faced this monumental crisis. Lacking formidable power, they were at risk of being wiped out in an instant.

With a furrowed brow, Qiao Gao's expression grew grim. He hadn't anticipated that after a stroke of luck and inheriting the memories of the Myriad Tribulation Pill Monarch, he'd be thrust into such a dire predicament.

"Let the soldiers come; I'll stand my ground. Let the floodwaters rise; I'll build a dam. Whoever dares to cross me should not fault my merciless response," Qiao Gao vowed silently.

Suddenly, the air was pierced by a high-velocity whooshing sound!

"Swoosh!"

Qiao Gao spun around to see a black arrow hurtling toward him with lethal precision and ferocity.

With reflexes as if he had eyes in the back of his head, Qiao Gao effortlessly sidestepped the ambush.

The arrow whistled sharply through the air, narrowly missing Qiao Gao's skull and striking a massive rock on the Wasteland with a thunderous crash.

Bang!

The rock was blasted into a crater, sending shards of stone flying in all directions. The force of the arrow was staggering; had it found its mark, Qiao Gao's head would have burst open like a watermelon.