manynovel Chapter 194: Meng Po's Visit
Chapter 194: Meng Po's Visit
The black dragon widened his eyes in horror, and Jonathan's figure was reflected in his vertical pupils that were burning with netherworld flames.
The shadow of death loomed over him, causing this arrogant dragon elder from Kunlun to experience true fear for the first time.
His body covered with heavy scales twisted violently. Every dragon scale glowed with a cold metallic luster in the moonlight, like a moving black castle struggling.
Jonathan's attack was unstoppable, his movements carrying an almost morbid elegance. The spikes wrapped in grey mist cut through the air, leaving a strange trail in the moonlight.
The Black Dragon could feel the biting cold eroding his vitality bit by bit, like a group of invisible ants gnawing at his flesh and blood.
Just as the deadly spike was about to touch the black dragon's throat, the black dragon erupted with its last survival instinct.
Without any hesitation, he chose to restore his dragon body, but this process would take time.
In this brief reaction period, the black dragon only had time to deform its tail.
Then, he swung his tail violently, and the dragon tail covered with spikes cut through the air with a sharp whistling sound, sweeping out with a force enough to destroy a mountain.
Under the moonlight, the tail spikes flashed with a cold metallic light, and each one could easily pierce steel.
But Jonathan's reaction was even faster. With just a simple jump, the Black Dragon's tail attack missed, leaving Jonathan with another offensive loophole.
His hand grabbed the black dragon's tail as fast as lightning, and his five fingers sank deeply into the hard dragon scales.
The power of sorrow spread rapidly at the place of contact, causing the originally indestructible scales to begin to crumble.
The muscles in Jonathan's arms bulged like twisted steel cables, his eyes flashed blue, and the extreme power burst out directly to throw the huge body of the black dragon out.
The next second, the black dragon's nearly ten-meter-long body drew a series of parabolas in the air and slammed heavily into the metal ruins in the distance, making a deafening noise.
Abandoned machine parts and metal sheets flew everywhere under the horrific impact, and the air was filled with pungent metal dust and broken dragon scale fragments.
When the black dragon struggled to climb out of the ruins, large areas of his scales had fallen off.
Dark red dragon blood flowed along the wound, emitting a strange luster under the moonlight.
His eyes, burning with netherworld flames, stared at Jonathan, burning with uncontrollable anger and unwillingness.
"How dare you..."
The black dragon waved its claws wildly, carrying a force enough to tear steel, and rushed towards Jonathan.
Under his control, the Nether Fire turned into ice barriers, and the deep blue flames formed solid ice in the air, trying to block Jonathan's attack.
But Jonathan is now basically familiar with Black Dragon's various operations, and he no longer has the intention of continuing to play with Black Dragon.
Now every move he made was swift, fierce and accurate. His arm accurately found the gaps between the dragon scales and the radiant knife cut directly.
The scales that were touched immediately lost their luster, became brittle, and then peeled off like withered petals, revealing the bloody wounds underneath.
The black dragon's roar gradually became filled with excruciating pain.
His dragon scales turned into countless pieces under the moonlight and fell down.
Not only was the Netherworld Flame he released unable to harm Jonathan, it was weakened bit by bit by the opponent's power of sorrow and could not harm Jonathan at all.
"Why...why are you not affected by the Netherfire?"
The Black Dragon questioned in great pain, his voice filled with incredible confusion.
"Because... the only thing that represents sadness is coldness."
"It is an extremely cold nature, my friend... you haven't learned how to control it well..."
Before he finished speaking, Jonathan's figure appeared above the black dragon's head.
His hand was like a pair of steel pliers, firmly gripping the black dragon's left horn.
The dragon horn, which seemed to be made of fine steel, groaned in his hand as it could not bear the weight. Then, with a teeth-grinding cracking sound, the entire dragon horn was twisted off.
The bone marrow exposed at the fracture was still beating slightly, and blood gushed out like a fountain, forming a blood mist in the air.
"Uhhhhhh-"
The black dragon let out a shrill scream that was enough to tear the night sky apart, and that sound contained unimaginable pain.
However, this is just the beginning.
Jonathan's other hand had already grabbed the right dragon horn, and the same fate soon befell this horn.
Blood flowed from the two broken horn wounds, emitting a strange silver glow under the moonlight.
The black dragon's huge body trembled constantly in severe pain, and his once majestic head now looked so miserable.
The final ending came quickly and neatly. Jonathan's right hand turned into a bright black light under the moonlight, and the radiating hand blade accurately cut into the black dragon's neck.
The sharp blade mercilessly cuts blood vessels, tears trachea, and sever spine.
The head slowly slid off the neck, and the huge headless body shook a few times before finally falling to the ground with a bang.
"I wonder if dragon meat tastes good..."
Jonathan muttered, glancing at his watch.
"It seems there's still time."
at the same time.
Meng Po dragged the semi-conscious Daniel and landed lightly in front of a safe house hidden among the mountains.
The surrounding area is filled with the most advanced security systems: infrared detectors, high-voltage power grids, hidden machine gun towers...
In the eyes of ordinary people, this place is impregnable.
In the eyes of Meng Po, who has practiced for thousands of years, the modern technology that mortals are proud of is nothing but chickens, dogs, and ant decorations.
She looked down at the safe house that was protected by a lot of electronic equipment with cold eyes, and a sneer that was almost pitying appeared on the corner of her mouth.
Her pale fingers brushed the air lightly.
The next second, a wisp of cold blue air flowed out from her slender fingertips, winding in the air like a poisonous snake foraging for food.
Wherever this cold air passed, technological equipment collapsed in an instant.
The signal light of the infrared detector flashed wildly, it let out a death wail, and then turned into a frozen husk.
Fine frost appeared on the surface of the high-voltage power grid, and the electric current became weaker and weaker under the erosion of the cold air. The precise mechanical structure became fragile in the extreme cold, like glass that would shatter at the touch.
The dust floating in the air condensed into ice under the cover of this cold air, reflecting a faint blue light.
"Come out, little bitch."
Meng Po's voice was soft and gentle, like the whisper of a lover, but it made people shudder.
The chill contained in that voice was even colder than the air she released, as if it could directly freeze a person's soul.